The soldier behind the Baron of White River drew his sword from his waist, and the two crossbowmen also aimed at Arwen.
Arwen grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, stepped forward, and began to circle.
Baron of White River retreated behind everyone and sneered.
"Do you still want to resist? After a fierce battle all night, how much strength do you still have?"
Arwen spat, "You talk a lot of nonsense!"
Baron of White River said fiercely, "Why are you still standing there in a daze! Get them all! Catch him!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The crossbowman pulled the trigger, and two crossbow arrows were shot out quickly.
Arwen stepped forward, raised his sword and swung away one of them, turned half his body, and dodged another one again.
"Ha!"
There was a loud shout, and a guard was already in front of him. He raised his knight's sword high, and the sharp sword light fell on him.
Arwen reacted quickly and the muscles in both arms rose.
Block!
"Dang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
A gray cat's eye appeared under the giant sword, and his right spiked boot kicked the opponent's knee hard.
The powerful force penetrated the armor and directly kicked the guard's knee joints apart.
"Woo!"
After the dull sound, the guard's eyes dropped, and his heavy body knelt down on one knee. All he could see was Arwen's legs quickly wrapping around behind him.
Immediately, a terrifying force penetrated his back, forcing him to put his hands on the ground.
Arwen stepped on the former's back with his right foot, and roared in his ears.
"Monstrum, go to hell!"
"Get away from Doug!"
Three guards drew their swords and stepped forward, Arwen pushed with his left hand.
A fan-shaped impact exploded out, knocking the three of them back several steps.
[Aard Sign].
Arwen raised his hands high, the simple blade of the giant sword pointed directly at the sky, and then swung it down suddenly.
The head of the guard at his feet flew out with his helmet, and blood poured onto the ground like a fountain.
"Whoops!"
Arwen caught the rapid scream and raised his body slightly,
The crossbow arrow flew an inch in front of him, ruffling the black hair on his forehead.
Mao Yan looked indifferently, wanting to pinch Quen Sign, but quickly stopped.
Baron of White River is right. After a night of fighting, he doesn't have that much energy to release Signs continuously.
It must be resolved quickly.
The crossbowman was so frightened by this look that he forgot to cock the crossbow for a moment.
As for the other crossbowman, the dark arrow is already pointing at Arwen.
The latter stepped on the guard's body, exerted his strength with his legs, and rushed out like a cheetah.
Three sword-wielding guards wanted to step forward to stop him.
Even though Arwen is using a giant sword, with the blessing of [Giant Bloodline], he walks lightly.
In the time of two breaths, [Whirling Blade], three rapid sword lights were drawn out gorgeously.
The first sword cut off a man's neck with a diagonal slash.
Then he twisted around and swept across, cutting off the second man's ribs with strong force.
The last blow was upward, breaking the thick nose guard of the third man, and stabbing the guard's face to a bloody pulp.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The sound of three pieces of armor hitting the ground was heard.
Arwen's body did not stop, but went a little faster, and his black hair was blown by the strong wind.
A large amount of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the crossbowman who was aiming at him.
In less than a second, the black-haired devil would be in front of him.
His body began to tremble, his heart beat violently, and his sanity was rapidly disintegrating, which seriously affected his aiming accuracy.
"Click!"
The trigger was pulled, and the flying arrow deflected and flew past the demon hunter.
Arwen stepped forward in three steps, and the heavy sword roared like a battering ram, breaking the crossbowman's entire row of ribs and spine.
The latter's body was thrown away at an extremely twisted angle, and a large amount of blood clots spurted out from his mouth.
The other crossbowman was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.
Arwen leaped across and slashed violently, directly cutting the crossbowman's shoulder into pieces!
"Ah!"
Screams sounded.
Arwen pulled out the bloody giant sword, put it on his shoulder with one hand, and looked at the Baron of White River's position coldly.
Baron of White River did not appear as frightened as he imagined, but was unusually calm.
Six armored soldiers, two of whom were crossbowmen, which in the hands of an ordinary baron could be regarded as his entire wealth.
The opponent held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, glanced with lowered eyebrows for a few times, as if inspecting the sword in his hand, and then stood with one hand in front of his eyes.
"With your despicable witchcraft, you were able to kill six of my personal guards in such a short period of time. You are considered a good player in the entire Kingdom of Kaedwen."
"But Demon Hunter, you should feel honored to die by my sword!"
After finishing speaking, Baron of White River launched a charge, his ferocious eyes full of bloodthirsty luster, his armor rustled, and his knight's sword struck sharply.
This momentum made Arwen's eyes look serious.
"Clang!"
The swords clash, the needle points against the awn.
The powerful force was transmitted from the sword body, causing him to take two steps back, and his mouth was slightly numb.
This strength, compared to Werewolf, is definitely at the level of a strongman among humans.
But the opponent's height and build, at most 1.75 meters, should never have such power.
Arwen's eyes moved.
Is there something wrong with this Baron of White River, is he gifted, or is there another adventure!?
Baron of White River stepped forward, caught Arwen's flaw, and launched a fierce attack at an extremely tricky angle.
The silver sword light was like a crescent moon, making Arwen retreat repeatedly.
"Ha, where is your witchcraft? Why don't you use it anymore? I brought a turtle-shaped stone. The turtle-shaped stone is the nemesis of you Monstrum."
Baron of White River said contemptuously.
After being reminded by the other party, Arwen noticed the turtle shell-shaped stone hanging on the Baron of White River's chest. He was so angry at this operation that he couldn't help but laugh.
Can turtle-shaped stones deal with demon hunters? This is pure nonsense, a rumor that came out of nowhere.
Comparing these moves with the other party was purely a surprise.
But his expression deeply hurt Baron of White River's heart. He raised his arms high and slashed down with his sword.
"Seeking death!"
Arwen took a deep breath and swept the giant sword across. This time, he firmly caught the opponent's attack.
Baron of White River's eyes flashed with shock.
[Aard Sign]!
"Boom!"
The fan-shaped impact directly knocked the baron's body to the ground, and the armor on his head was scattered on the ground, exposing his brown hair.
This is the last one Signs.
Arwen mocked. "Leo Mr. Kramer, it seems that your turtle-shaped stone cannot protect you."
Baron of White River climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, with a vicious look on his face.
"How is this possible? "Monstrum, or the Description of the Demon Hunter" clearly states that the turtle-shaped stone is the nemesis of your demon hunters!"
"Stop bluffing here, I'm going to kill you!"
He sprinted forward and continued to swing his sword at Arwen.
The sharp crackling sound in the air was constant, and just by listening to the dense and clear sound, one could tell that the opponent was quite strong.
"Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher", this thing again...
"Clang!"
The giant sword and the knight's sword collided together. Both sides exerted their strength, and the sword body shook violently.
Baron of White River's face was distorted, his face turned red, and his saliva was splashing.
"Despicable non-human race, I am the glorious Miodrag, a knight consecrated as a guard by His Majesty the King. I am a baron who fought against the elves again and again."
"What can you do to win against me!?"
Arwen felt a tsunami-like force coming from the sword, and the sword tip tilted towards his shoulder.
His gray pupils shrank into needle shapes, and his heart pounded beside his ears like thunder.
The power of [Giant Bloodline] poured out.
Baron of White River noticed the beast-like strength coming from the opponent, and pushed the sword back hard, bending his arm.
"Impossible, you Monstrum..."
Panic made him want to pull away, but it was too late.
The sword edge touched his shoulder armor, and the huge force forced the baron to kneel on the ground.
"Ka ka ka..."
The blade of the sword wore away the armor, and gradually began to dent and break, until blood overflowed and dyed the river crest on his chest red.
"Ah!"
Baron of White River sounded painful and his face was covered in cold sweat.
He stared into Arwen's cat eyes and saw a strong murderous intent in them!
He had seen this look countless times, from the eyes of the elves he slaughtered.
If he continues, he will definitely die from this.
The calmness and self-confidence he had just now were all shattered at this moment.
"You... you actually want to kill me!"