Thief hahahaha----
Black Earl came too fast, like a tornado.
Inseparable from the storm circle, too late to escape----
No.
Jon Clinton has no intention of escaping.
It was discovered that the old rival Starpike Earl had arrived, and the red lion's eyes, which were already covered in blood, showed a blazing color.
He believed that his chance to gain honor and leave a name in history had come!
Will win!
After giving himself a quiet breath and shouting, Griffin's Roost Earl, who was all red in blood, raised his knight's sword and rushed towards him excitedly with the guards behind him.
The two-way running of black Earl and red Earl made the former's laughter even bigger.
The sand war horse under the seat accelerated without any feeling of pushing back, but it had already left the cavalry behind it by a long distance.
Another collision sent two soldiers blocking the road flying. Titus pressed the saddle with one hand and said "Wenda, take care of Black Pearl for me!" before he dismounted and rushed towards the enemy's formation.
The Crownlands soldiers blocking the road are in dense formation, which is not conducive to BMW's short-range charge. It is indeed suitable for his new toy to go on a killing spree.
The Heartsbane behind him and the Orphan-Maker worn on his waist had already been pulled out simultaneously by him.
The giant sword in Titus's right hand and the long sword in his left hand were like a black whirlwind, blowing straight into the formation of soldiers of Crownlands army. While massacring this group of miserable and panicking soldiers, it rolled towards Jon at the other end.
This time, Titus plays the double sword style.
Two corrugated steel swords, one long and one short, one wide and one thin, were swung by him so that the black light flashed. Wherever he went, people flipped on their backs, blood splashed everywhere, limbs flew around, and screams continued.
Just like Luo Tianhong using his power of one capital and the eight-sided Han sword to kill people among the Young and Dangerous, it was really a killing spree.
With the level of armor of this group of ordinary soldiers, there was no way they could stop the vicious chops from the two weapons.
He also crossed and switched swords from time to time, silently understanding the subtle differences between the two weapons with his left and right hands. He held the forehand and backhand uncertainly, and his sword moves changed in turns. His body sometimes rotated and moved, sometimes he dashed swiftly. There was no pause in the connection between the movements, and the steps under his feet were even more erratic.
The devil-like mask on the head is like a devil's "smiling face" with cracks and jagged teeth. With just one person's strength, he was able to attack the Crownlands soldiers who were unfortunate enough to be in the way. They were so frightened that they ran away.
When all the people in front are killed and dispersed, there will be no more barriers between red and black.
The cavalry and guards behind the two Earl tacitly avoided the two and ran towards each other, and the fight was fierce.
Jon Clinton calmed his breathing and walked towards the opponent first.
Nest Castle Earl looked confident, seeming to regard the two black swords as if they were nothing.
"Titus·Peake, your lance skills are indeed very strong, I admit that. Maybe I can't beat you in a martial arts competition, but this time on the battlefield, you don't know it, but my swordsmanship is actually better. Even Prince Rhaegar was amazed!"
"Oh, what a coincidence?"
Starpike Earl's expression couldn't help but become subtle, but unfortunately it was covered by Berserker Armor's helmet and the other party couldn't see it.
Mitu.
With a flick of his wrist, the Orphan-Maker he was holding in his backhand rotated in a circle, and the blade of the sword was accurately inserted into the silver-covered mouth of the holly wood scabbard at his waist.
Then the left hand holding the sword was released, and "Little Orphan" imitated the appearance of a certain "small nagi" and gently slid into the sheath under the influence of gravity.
With a click, there was a sound of the sword grid and scabbard colliding and closing.
Titus rarely used both hands to hold Heartsbane, and raised its long sword over his right shoulder.
--angry style.
Jon arrived quickly. He guessed that his opponent would take advantage of the length of the giant sword to strike, and was secretly ready to block and probe.
In a place where he couldn't observe, Titus's sword-holding method quietly changed to the thumb style.
When Jon stepped into a suitable distance, what awaited him was a violent sword swing that was as fast as thunder and resembled a slash. In his stunned eyes, the trajectory of the sword suddenly changed, turning into a top-down curved strike.
The two-handed sword he was preparing to parry had just been raised halfway when it was pressed down by the black Earl giant sword.
No longer thinking about approaching and getting closer, Jon quickly reacted and stepped back, intending to take advantage of the situation to draw his sword and take a defensive stance.
Black Earl almost predicted his response. He turned his wrist flexibly, held the sword in both hands, and attacked his neck with a sideways strike.
Jon The dead soul appears. His swordsmanship is indeed very strong, but his opponent is obviously stronger.
Moreover, the opponent's equipment was superior. Whether it was paper data, actual combat, or the number of helpers around him, he had no advantage.
Griffin's Roost Earl After all, I still have little experience. I have only heard rumors about the black Valyrian steel sword and have never actually encountered it.
At this moment, he did not know the information that "the corrugated steel sword was extremely sharp and could easily cut through his armor";
But from his reaction on the battlefield, the black Earl on the other side had already guessed that "the other party does not know this information".
Whether it's mental arithmetic or not, there is an information gap between the two sides that can determine life and death.
When the calculated swordsmanship moves were properly used in the hands of Titus, Jon, who had been praised by Rhaegar for his superb swordsmanship, seemed to be doomed within two moves.
Facing the fatal attack, at the critical moment, Jon Clinton temporarily gave up his honor and pride.
He was short in stature, rolling around like a lazy donkey, away from the bite of the black giant blade and the black sword-wielding black Earl.
Tsk, could it be that such a "gorgeous" self-rescue technique is the legendary "divine avoidance"?
When you see God, you have to avoid him----
The dodge is pretty quick, but I don't see any lightning effects----
"Rhaegar Swordsman Selection? Ha, that's really awesome----"
Seeing that his opponent escaped with his life and failed to hit a single blow, Titus was in a relaxed state. He muttered something for fun and continued to beat the drowned vulture.
Jon rolled over and stood up, his face turned red and he felt deeply ashamed.
"Long live the gryphon!"
He roared angrily and took the initiative to attack again.
The two men clashed with each other with their swords, sharp blades facing each other.
The eyes behind the sword were fixed on the opponent's face.
In other words, Jon, whose face was covered in blood, was looking at a ghost face.
Behind the ghost mask, Hei Earl chuckled and pressed forward with both hands.
There was a crisp click sound.
The two-handed sword in the fierce fight had a gap visible to the naked eye.
Observing this, Jon's pupils trembled sharply. Before he could adapt, Black Earl pressed down again with gravity.
Click, click!
After several blasts, Jon, the sword body of the two-handed sword had been cut in half by that terrifying giant sword!
Jon's body was trembling, and his waist was bent back by the momentum and huge force from the opposite side, and he was sweating profusely.
What was even more unacceptable to him was that his well-made knight's sword was destroyed in just a short moment.
Just when Jon's pupils were shaking, he suddenly suffered a painful blow to his abdomen, retching and falling out of the sword wrestling position.
The black Earl on the opposite side just took advantage of the fact that his upper body was leaning back and his lower body was unstable, and he kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying away.
Jon was kicked out of balance and fell backwards. It was only thanks to the support from the family guards who were paying attention to the duel between their lords that he did not fall down.
The two-handed sword in his hand had been deformed and could no longer be used. He choked and was abandoned on the ground by Jon.
Taking a new sword handed over by the guards, and taking another one, Jon also imitated Titus's first stance, holding two swords, and attacked again with an iron head.
Oh, there's nothing to say about toughness.
The nest Earl, who has been losing consecutive battles and losing consecutive battles, really doesn't know what it means to admit defeat. He has an extremely strong will to fight and his courage has never diminished.
Titus did not retreat, standing on the same spot, parrying Jon's repeated blows with ease. His posture was quite relaxed, and he was in the mood to mess with his opponent's mentality.
"Too slow, too slow! Jon You are too slow! Hurry up - hurry up - hurry up! If both swords are so slow, how can you come out to make a living?"
Jon, who had been unsuccessfully attacking for a long time, was almost furious.
"You have to hurry, right?"
Suddenly the frequency of double sword attacks increased.
However, his rhythm began to become a bit chaotic.
Beneath the heroic appearance, deep in Jon's heart, negative emotions are gradually emerging:
Will it win?
How old is this guy----
What kind of monster did he encounter?
True God avoids: