In the darkness, the sword light suddenly appeared, as bright as stars and as swift as lightning. In Lorist's eyes, the flickering sword light had formed a giant net covering the world, sealing off his front, back, left, and right directions, as if he had no choice but to wait for death in place.
The figure pounced on Lorist seemed to be the impatient younger brother, and he struck fiercely. It was not like the one who said before that only Lorist had an arm. I didn't take it to heart.
Lorist gave a cold snort, and instead of retreating, he advanced, drew his sword and recoiled, and the latter came first.
The moment the swords collided, Lorist's long sword exploded with wind and thunder, and the sword light that filled the sky disappeared without a trace.
"Ah..." The other party simply thought that Lorist's counterattack would be so fierce. Not only did he break his own sword momentum, seize the opportunity, but he also launched a counterattack without giving an inch. All of a sudden, I changed from an attacker to a defender, frantically resisting and parrying, faltering left and right.
The opponent wanted to seal the fight and suppress Lorist's sword power with his gold-rank fighting spirit, but Lorist's swordsmanship was too miraculous. The flood flooded the ground, and there was no gap. Attacking what he must save forces the opponent to defend, but Lorist often changes his moves halfway, pointing at other vital points, forcing the opponent to retreat and avoid.
The other party was already parrying with sweat, if it wasn't for Lorist pressing so hard that he couldn't breathe, he might have called for help a long time ago. Even in his dreams, he would never have imagined that he would encounter such a terrifying swordsmanship. The gap between the golden rank of grudge and the black iron seems to have never existed. At this moment, Lorist's performance was not at the level that a black iron swordsman should have. In my heart, I can only put the same pressure on myself when I compete with my elder brother who is a great sword master...
A series of "clank, clang..." sword blows sounded from behind, followed by Bodfinger's muffled snort and that senior's scream.
"Oh... hiss... it hurts so much, lunatic, you lunatic! Oh... it hurts me to death. Junior brother, are you still not well? Hurry up and end that kid, come and help me, this silver-ranked guy is purely a lunatic, hiss... "The senior brother obviously suffered a big loss, Zhong Jian was injured and yelled behind him in pain.
Bodfinger's "chuck" laughter sounded: "Come again, this is how I slaughtered the golden rank, two swords for one sword, three swords for one sword, let's see who falls first..."
That senior brother didn't dare to go forward to fight Bodfinger, but just gritted his teeth and walked around him, holding back him with the luminous blade, while urging his junior brother to hurry up and help him, and kept complaining that his junior brother was usually arrogant, but I couldn't take down a black iron swordsman for a long time, and I practiced swords until I got into the stomach of a dog or something...
That senior brother didn't know that his junior brother was in distress at the moment and couldn't tell. Lorist knew that Bodfinger was injured when he heard the movement behind him, so he stepped up his offensive. Open the middle and go straight to the opponent's chest and abdomen. The younger brother managed to dodge these waves of sword moves by retreating and dodging, and he was terrified in his heart. Originally, he was delighted when Lorist confronted him head-on, thinking that the light from the long sword in his hand as a gold rank could easily cut off Lorist's long sword, and even if he cut continuously, it would be enough for Lorist to die. It's a big loss, after all, the opponent is only black iron.
Previously, Lorist's sword was so fast that the younger brother couldn't stop it, but this time he came to the door, so why not be polite, the younger brother used all his strength to fight Lorist with two swords, only to make his long-awaited opponent break the sword like this The scene did not happen. On the contrary, there was a shock from Lorist's long sword, which made him almost unable to hold the sword handle. Then he retreated quickly and escaped unharmed.
Lorist was also helpless, originally thought that his opponent was a ruthless character, but he was so complacent and cruel as he said before, and he might have to pay a price if he wanted to win him. Unexpectedly, apart from the sword attack at the beginning, the rest were all jumping up and down to dodge, parry, and resist his own offensive, not even a decent counterattack. No matter how good my swordsmanship is, I can't help avoiding enemies who refuse to fight.
No, before Lorist stepped forward, the junior had bowed his body like a frightened bird, concentrated his attention on it, and stepped back in small steps. It seems that if you want to win him, you have to think of another strategy.
Lorist slowly pushed towards the opponent, with the long sword in his right hand raised obliquely, reflecting the dim light of the street lamps in the distance, dancing bright sword shadows in the air like peacocks spreading their tails, attracting the opponent's attention. He raised his left hand calmly, and with a "bang" sound, a slender black sleeve arrow went straight to the target silently from the sleeve quiver tied to his left arm.
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of his junior brother. The pressure Lorist brought to him made him deaf to his senior brother's nagging curses and urging voices in the distance. Seeing that Lorist was slowly advancing again, he retreated in small steps while concentrating. Prepare mentally for the oncoming attack. At this moment, he was so aggrieved and uncomfortable that he really wanted to yell and vent his grievances. After all, who is the golden swordsman and who is the black iron, shouldn't it be reversed
Lorist rubbed his body and rushed forward, the long sword in his hand blazed with wind and thunder, mixed with a chilling light, as fast as lightning and thunder, and hit the junior brother, the junior brother was already terrified, he didn't even dare to face up to parry, and wanted to retreat Avoid this wave of offensive. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to pull out his leg, he felt a severe pain in the sole of his left foot. When he looked down, he found a long and thin black sleeve arrow nailed to the instep, connecting the sole of the foot to the ground as a whole...
The younger brother was so frightened that the souls of the dead flew out, seeing that Lorist had already attacked, he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but it was too late. Wherever Lorist's long sword went, the opponent's body-protecting gold-rank fighting spirit melted like ice and snow, without hindering the sword's penetration at all. With a "puchi", the long sword came out through his body.
"Uh... despicable... despicable..." Lorist put the junior on the long sword, rolled his dead fish eyes and uttered two words with difficulty.
Lorist knew that the other party was referring to him stabbing someone in the back, but he was not at all embarrassed. Instead, he nodded sincerely: "Thank you for the compliment."
Withdrawing the long sword, the opponent who was on the verge of death fell to the ground like a torn bag. Lorist turned around and walked step by step towards the senior brother who was still chattering like a duck. The blood on the spine of the sword fell on the ground drop by drop, and soon formed a line of blood.
The senior brother was hit by a sword on the inside of his left thigh. Although the sword in this place was not life-threatening, it not only brought severe pain, but also made it extremely inconvenient to move. Especially after the senior brother was hit by the sword, he didn't dare to continue rushing towards Boming, instead he resorted to Youdou, intending to wait for his junior brother to come back before joining forces to deal with Bodfinger. The consequence of this is to ask for trouble, every step will affect the wound, and the pain is so painful that the mouth is trembling, so it is no wonder that he has been cursing endlessly.
But Bodfinger's condition is not very good, the right rib and left shoulder are stained with blood, the wound on the left shoulder is okay, it looks bloody and bloody, in fact it should not be cut deep, but the condition of the right rib is very bad, then It's a sword stab wound, if it hurts the internal organs, it will be troublesome. And that senior brother would send out a few light blades from time to time. Every time Bodfinger swung his sword and cut off the light blades, the wound on his right rib would bleed profusely.
The senior brother had already stopped in his tracks, casually fired a few light blades at Bodfinger, and then lowered his head to check his thigh injury. The thigh injury had been messily wrapped several times by him with torn clothes and cloth strips, and the blood was flowing from it. The wrapped cloth strips seeped out. He moved the cloth strip, bared his teeth and cursed again in pain.
Lorist approached slowly, the senior thought that his junior had come back, lowered his head and complained: "What's the matter, it took you so long to clean up the boy on the black iron steps, hiss! It hurts me to death, This silver-ranked man is a lunatic, you have to be careful, he will exchange his life with you, don't be with... ah! ah... "
When he raised his head and found that it was Lorist who was walking in the darkness, the senior brother turned pale with fright, ah ah ah it took a long time before he finally uttered a complete sentence: "Why is it you? Where is my senior brother?"
Lorist swung his sword back: "He's lying on the ground over there. He really paid the price with his life for my arm. Unfortunately, he still failed to do what he wanted. Now it's up to you."
Continue to advance step by step.
"You, you, don't come here..." The senior brother pointed at Lorist with his sword, and backed away in a panic. When he heard his junior brother hang up, he was already in a state of confusion. Lorist's slowly approaching figure appeared in his eyes. He has become a demon king who urges his life.
He retreated several steps until he came across the flower garden behind him, the senior brother stopped, looked around and got an idea, threw the long sword in his hand at Lorist, turned around and kicked on the ground with his fighting spirit enduring the pain Leaping high, he actually wanted to leap over the flower garden and throw away his sword to escape.
There was a sound of piercing through the air, a long sword leaped into the air like a throw, it fell into the brother's back and burst out of his chest, the brother danced in mid-air and only screamed before falling to the middle of the flowerbed, struggling He died after a few blows. The long sword was thrown by Bodfinger. Seeing that the senior brother wanted to escape, he threw the long sword in his hand without thinking, but after throwing the long sword, he also became tired.
Lorist knocked away the long sword thrown by the senior with a single sword, and was still six or seven meters away from the senior. Seeing the senior jump up and try to escape, he was too late to catch up. He thought he would be run away by the senior, but he didn't want to win Finger gave himself a sword-throwing stunt, and directly killed the senior brother in mid-air with a sword.
"Brother, this sword throw is really wonderful and skillful." Lorist praised loudly, and quickly walked towards Bodfinger.
Bodfinger smiled weakly and said: "This is martial arts in the army, it's not worth it. It's just that it can't compare with you, the same two gold ranks, you were unscathed, and you killed the enemy first. And I was not only hit by the sword, but also You have to rely on you to frighten the enemy away to find the opportunity, ashamed."
Lorist stepped forward to support Bodfinger, and carefully let him lean on the bench to inspect his wounds. The wound on the left shoulder was fine, but the stab wound on the right rib was unable to be carefully inspected due to the dim light of the street lights. .
Seeing that Lorist was worried about his injury, Boudfinger was very moved, and smiled weakly: "It's okay, I know it in my heart, I was prepared when the sword stabbed me, I shouldn't hurt my internal organs, and I will take care of it for a month or two." It will recover. I was injured more than this in the army, and I survived."
Lorist directly took off his fine linen underwear and tore them into strips, first bandaged Bodfinger's two wounds, then went to search the two corpses, and only got back two money bags, two long Sword and two gold one-star vindictive badges.
"Strange, these two swords are very common, but these two gold fighting spirit badges don't seem to be the style of the Commercial Alliance, and they are rare." Lorist said.
Baldofinger couldn't recognize where it was either, and shook his head.
There were twenty or so gold fords and thirty or so large silver coins in the two purses. Lorist put the gold fords and the large silver coins into each purse, then took the purse containing the large silver coins and said, "Brother Bodfinger , This is our spoils of war, each person has a purse. I will not be polite, and the extra purse will belong to me.”
As he said, he stuffed the purse containing more than 20 Goldfords into Bodfinger's arms. Bodfinger was taken aback, with a look of gratitude in his eyes: "Mr. Norton, you..."
Lorist waved his hand to stop what he was about to say: "Call me Locke. When you draw your sword and stand side by side with me, you are my friend. Between friends, there is no need to say polite words."
"Well..." Baldfinger smiled: "Well, Locke, you can call me Borg, that's what all comrades in the army call me."
"Okay, Borg." Lorist said.
There was the sound of a speeding carriage in the distance, but it was Reddy driving the carriage back. The roof of the carriage and the luggage rack at the rear were crowded with people. Jumping down in the air, seven or eight people rushed over shouting. El and Fatty Shi took the lead, and they were relieved to see that Lorist was safe after rushing forward.
"Where's the opponent? Did you beat him away?" Fatty Shi asked out of breath.
"There, and the flower garden, both of them are lying on their stomachs." Lorist pointed in the direction and asked Fatty Shi, "Is there any medicine for the wound?"
"Yes, yes..." Fatty Shi hurriedly took out the wound medicine from his body.
Al waved and Terman took a few people to examine the body.
Lorist untied Bodefinger's bandage and reapplied the medicine.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Two children, a boy and a girl, rushed over, grabbed Bodfinger's hand and began to cry. This is Bodfinger's son Schwald and daughter Elisa, terrified of waking up in the carriage, strange carriage, strange people, and father is gone. If Fatty Shi hadn't told them that it was their father who was going to pick them up, I don't know how these two children would cry. But when they saw their father and found that he was injured, the two children still cried loudly.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Shi Huade, you are a boy, you have to learn to be strong, and you have to protect your sister when you grow up. Boys can't cry casually. Dad is fine, but there is a cut that bleeds a little. It's no big deal," Bodfinger told his son, touching Alisa's hair.
Gary Lando limped over: "I know these two people. This is the first time I have come to the Red Crow Tavern tonight. They have been sitting in the corner drinking and not chatting much. I have been paying attention to them for a long time and found them They seemed to be waiting for someone. Because they were quiet, I didn’t care much. But then Little Locke came back from watching the carriage in the backyard and went to the counter to check out and said he wanted to leave. The two left first, and Louise went to collect it. account."
Fatty Shi was thoughtful: "Could it be that they went to the Red Crow Tavern to wait for Locke? They also took a step ahead to ambush Locke on the road ahead? Did you find any clues on them? Locke."
"Except for the money bags, they have this fighting spirit badge on them, and they don't have anything else on them. Well, they also have these two swords." Lorist handed over the two fighting spirit badges.
Fatty Shi looked at the badge over and over for a long time: "The style is quite unique, but I can't remember where the badge is from."
Handing the badge to El, who came back cursing, said, "This is your territory. Fortunately, Little Locke didn't have an accident. Otherwise, it's up to you to explain to everyone. It belongs to those two dead ghosts. Take it to find out if there are any clues."
El took the badge and took a look: "Yeah, it's really a gold star, Reddy ran to the tavern and said that there were two gold one stars ambushing you, and we still didn't believe it, but you didn't have these two and died instead. Day, Locke, you are a monster!"
"Didn't you see that Brother Borg was injured? If it wasn't for him to make a move, I would be a little nervous. Don't talk nonsense. Let's help each other and lift Brother Borg to the carriage first. Their family will live with me first. By the way, Professor Marin What?" Lorist asked.
Fatty Shi said: "Still in the car, sleeping soundly..."