The fishy wind is like a knife, using the town as a chopping block and treating both warring parties as fish.
This bustling Stoney Sept in the past has now completely turned into a bloody battlefield.
The sounds of killing cries, the sound of weapons touching, and the knocking of shields all collided messily together, playing a cruel movement called "dispute."
Stormlands people add the Reach people, Crownlands people add Riverlands people----
Soldiers from the two camps clashed, rolled, and surged like a tide. They wore blood-stained shirts with different family crests, held light and heavy weapons that could kill people, and shouted and fought one after another.
Along the main road, in the alleys, between shops, and on the rooftops, everyone has fierce eyes and pounces on the opponent in front of them, fighting to the death for their respective lords and their own glory.
The core of the battlefield is the open square of Stoney Sept.
The situation in the square was completely different from the surrounding melee. Soldiers from both sides seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, bypassing the central area and only fighting fiercely on the periphery.
On the specially vacated field, a scene that attracted the attention of many soldiers was still being staged. The black Earl possessed by black armor was fighting fiercely with the red Earl whose blood-stained red armor was fighting.
Black Earl holds in his hand a terrifying giant sword that is completely black and thirsty for countless blood. The black cloak behind him is flying wildly in the strong wind, like the twisting and dancing devil's wings in the daytime.
Red Earl has a very tall figure, and his bright red hair is already messy, but his eyes still burst out with a strong and eager to win flame.
He held a knight's sword in each hand, and the surface of the sword shone with a cold light. Every time he swung it, he seemed to be preparing to tear the enemy's throat.
The collision of red and black attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the war.
They all knew in their hearts that the outcome of this duel might directly affect the direction of the entire war.
Jon·Clinton is really quite tenacious. He couldn't attack for a long time. The look on his bloody face was still not discouraged at all. He moved unsteadily with his two swords and stabbed Titus·Peake tirelessly.
Rhaegar was not wrong, Jon's swordsmanship was extremely fierce, and coupled with his unique heroic temperament, it seemed like he was going to cut the air into pieces.
However, although his offensive was as violent as a violent storm and dizzying, Titus was able to calmly resolve them one by one. He stood firmly in place like a tree trunk with roots under his feet, without being shaken by it.
The giant sword in his hand is like an insurmountable steel barrier. It is particularly capable of dealing with every wave of Jon's attacks. The occasional counterattack can make the opponent retreat in panic.
The three swords clashed and chopped, making a continuous metallic collision sound. Sparks were flying, and the sound echoed back and forth in the sky above the square, shaking the ear drums of people nearby.
"Can't your sword be faster? Have you used it just now? The same move has no effect on me."
Titus raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a nasty smile behind his visor, and kept laughing sarcastically.
Jon heard this, his face turned redder than blood, this was his fastest sword speed.
Not to be outdone, he roared and broke through himself. The frequency of his attacks became faster and faster, and his whole person seemed more and more crazy.
Like an enraged beast, desperately trying to tear apart the enemy in front of him.
Griffin's Roost's young Earl is used to having things go smoothly. His eyes are higher than his head, and he doesn't know how high the sky is. He thinks that nothing can scare him.
Yes, perhaps many people will go through such a stage when they are young. They are not afraid of the sky or the earth, but they are afraid of excitement.
Titus chuckled, and simultaneously increased the speed of drawing the sword. He calmly withstood the fierce attack of the beast, while keeping his breath steady, and made a leisurely comment. "Look, your sword is too impatient, your arms are overextended, and the door is wide open. It fails--and this move, too much pursuit of the forward posture, the steps are too broken, and the center of gravity is shifted. Once someone catches your unstable gap, it will be a fatal flaw. A failure within a failure--"
His voice was calm and spoke very fast, which sounded particularly clear to his opponent's ears. This was particularly abrupt in a high-speed sword fight.
It seems that this battle is just an easy game to him.
Jon Clinton was so ridiculed by him that he broke his guard. His opponent was so ordinary that there was no need to add a sarcastic tone to make him angry.
As his attack speed increased, more and more flaws appeared on his body, and his whole body fell into a state of stubbornness.
His rationality was gradually swallowed up by irresolvable anger, a deep sense of failure, and a sense of powerlessness that he did not want to admit.
Seeing this man falling into a frenzied attack and unable to extricate himself, Titus's eyes grew cold, and he realized that the time to counterattack had arrived.
Titus, who had been steadily defending and trying his moves, suddenly exuded astonishing power and momentum.
The giant sword in his hand struck out the obstruction of the two swords in front of him, drew an arc, and with the sound of whistling wind, slashed out towards one of Jon's sharp swords.
This sword was powerful and heavy, and combined with the indestructible Heartsbane, it cut the target's sword into pieces with one blow. At the same time, due to the gravity strike, the sword was broken in half, and the sword's shape was weirdly bent.
This is impossible!
Jon, who had been holding his breath until now, opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face. The right hand holding the sword was shaking continuously from Heartsbane.
Looking at the strange-shaped broken sword in his right hand, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness and coldness in his heart.
Titus didn't give him much time to think. While he was in shock, his left hand left the hilt of Heartsbane's sword, moved downwards, and pulled out the one-handed long sword from his waist with an extremely fast speed.
One forward and one reverse, the left and right hands cooperated with each other, and the whole movement was completed in one go, without any delay, Heartsbane and Orphan-Maker were crossed on both sides of the broken sword, sandwiching it in the center.
Like a pair of "scissors", the sword "gently" cut Jon.
Jon witnessed with his own eyes that the sword in his right hand simply broke, shattered into two pieces, and fell to the ground.
This series of actions took place in a flash of lightning.
Every movement of Titus was so decisive and precise. From chopping Jon's main sword to taking the opportunity to cross the sword blades and cut it off, he seized every opportunity.
Jon, whose nerve reflexes were half a beat slower, came to his senses and knew that the two sides were too close to each other to avoid easily. Fortunately, he had another sword.
The red-haired Jon drew his sword with his left hand, intending to interfere with the opponent's attack first and then retreat.
It's a pity that Titus is much faster than him.
After completing the flanking attack, the giant sword suddenly turned around, blocking Jon's left-hand sword to the outside with its size and cunning angle.
It is also a left-handed sword. Orphan-Maker, which has been idle for a long time, seemed to smell the smell of blood close at hand, and was awakened by its sleeping ferocity, and raised it at high speed from bottom to top.
The speed of this sword was really too fast, far exceeding Jon's repeated attacks just now. It was so fast that one could hardly see the trajectory of the sword, leaving only a vague black shadow in the air.
Jon was horrified and wanted to block, but there was no third sword. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.
It's not that he can't move, it's just time that traps him.
About a tenth of a second later.
He could only watch helplessly as the black blade "entered" from the bottom of his left hand, and then "leaved" leisurely from above his arm and behind his elbow.
A wave of the sword will not take away a trace of nostalgia.
In an instant, blood spurted out.
Jon's left hand was broken from the elbow to the bone. The broken hand was accompanied by spurts of blood, like a dead branch leaving the trunk of a tree, falling to the ground feebly.
And the broken sword he just had was not far from the broken arm.
Clinton doesn't have a "zipper door"----No, how can Clinton not have a "hand-off door"?
Since you dare to call yourself "red-haired", you should be treated the same as "red-haired".
The redhead can have three scars on his face, but how can he not have one arm?
Titus opened his mouth silently, and behind his evil ghost mask, he revealed an evil smile that would scare even a real evil ghost.
No matter what, he became the "King of the Offshore" for once.
It feels good.
King of the Offshore: