The face of the handsome young man changed, Du Dian used chivalry to force him, and he really had no reason to back down. Although he is a nobleman, his status as a knight is just his gold-plated book, but he has been able to obtain this status after many tests, and he still possesses some chivalry spirit. I think that I am afraid!
A surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart, and just as he was about to agree, the girl next to him suddenly said: "Vikander is just a guest who came to congratulate him, there is no reason for the guest to leave the field in person, you men will inevitably be hurt if you hurt him , it will inevitably be a little rude."
Seeing the girl cleverly catching the words, Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "Well, since even a beautiful lady like you can see that he will be hurt by me, then there is really no need to discuss it , After all, you also need to have a relationship to add to the fun, if you beat one-sidedly, you will lose your demeanor." While speaking, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a faint sarcasm.
He turned his back to the other nobles at the moment, and no one noticed the change in his expression.
The handsome young man "Vikander" and the girl could see clearly. The girl frowned, and just about to speak again, Vikander suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Since you are so confident, I would like to learn from you." , Is the hunter really as powerful as the rumors say?"
Du Dian waved his hand, shook his head and said: "It's still not possible, so as not to hurt you, this lady can see that you are invincible to me, so why are you trying to be brave?"
The girl frowned. She was trying to excuse Vikander, but she didn't expect her words to become the target of Du Dian's attack now, which made Vikander unable to get off.
"Whether you can win or not, you can only know by comparing." Vikander's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said: "Take it as a way to cheer up Patriarch Fulin, you have to be careful, if you are stabbed by my sharp sword, Don't blame me for not reminding you."
Du Dian shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of hurting you and sweeping your face."
"Since it's a competition, it's normal to be injured, but you should be careful." Vikander slowly grasped the rapier at his waist, pulled it out inch by inch, and said coldly, "Get ready to start!"
"Master, no!" A middle-aged knight hurriedly stopped behind him in a low voice.
Vikander's face sank, and he said, "Don't stop me!"
The middle-aged knight glanced at him, sighed, knowing that he was definitely not impulsive, but was forced into a situation where he had to fight by the young boy opposite, and he couldn't help but hate Du Dian in his heart.
Seeing that the incident had come to this, the girl next to her sighed, took a deep look at Du Dian, stepped back a few steps, and came to the edge of the hall under the protection of the knights of the Mel family behind her to avoid accidental injury.
The smile on Du Dian's face slowly converged, he looked at him quietly, and made a gentleman's gesture: "Please!"
Vikander saw the opening in his armpit, let out a low cry, and suddenly stood up and stabbed with his sword.
With a whoosh, Du Dian, who had just made a gesture, swayed suddenly, like an afterimage, bypassing Vikander's sword, and approached him with a stride, and his eyes met. Vikander's pupils constricted. Although he expected the hunter's physique to be extraordinary, he didn't expect to surpass himself by so much. Just as he was about to block with his sword, he saw Du Dian's palm rushing towards him.
With a crackling sound, Vikander's body backed up a few steps in a row, staggered, almost fell, his neck twisted slightly to the side, and his handsome fair face suddenly turned slightly rosy, but the ruddy outline was actually the mark of a slap .
"Bold!!" The middle-aged knight who was watching from behind hurried out, stopped in front of Vikander, drew out his sword at his waist and pointed at Du Dian angrily, and shouted: "Damn commoner, don't kneel down yet!"
Du Dian quickly said: "It's okay, are you okay, are you injured?"
Vikander, who was dizzy for a while, came back to his senses, only to feel the burning pain on his cheeks. Hearing Du Dian's words at this moment, his heart burst into anger. A mouthful of blood.
I saw Du Dian holding his palm, looking at the five fingers with concern, worry and seriousness on his face, and said repeatedly: "Did it hurt you, did it hurt? I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you suffer like this."
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Vikander felt that his lungs were going to burst with anger, especially when he saw the astonished eyes of the nobles and their children behind Du Dian from the corner of his eye, which made him feel blood boiling all over his body. Although he didn't have a mirror, he could imagine how he was at the moment. The embarrassment and embarrassment.
"Kill, kill him!!" Vikander gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
Hearing the words, the middle-aged knight clenched his sword tightly, staring at Du Dian with cold eyes, and suddenly stepped forward, the long sword swept across continuously, as fast as a stream of light, and the shadow of the sword could even be seen in the air.
Du Dian's eyes were fixed. He didn't expect that the physique of this middle-aged knight was not trivial. It should be close to that of an intermediate hunter, but he didn't know if there were magic marks in his body.
Thinking of this, he decided to make a quick decision, backed up continuously, and suddenly raised his hand to feign an attack, but the actual move was to sweep away with his foot.
The middle-aged knight slashed at Du Dian's wrist with a long sword. He didn't expect Du Dian to stop halfway, but he was extremely experienced, and quickly realized that the killing move must be the opposite of a feint. Go, dodge Du Dian's foot in a thrilling manner.
Du Dian missed a hit, and he didn't stand in a daze. Instead, he quickly leaned forward and raised his hand to pinch his arm.
"Give it to me!" The middle-aged knight shook his arm, trying to block Du Dian's five fingers, but the next moment he felt severe pain from the pinched part of his arm, as if being pierced by a few sharp thorns, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright , raised the other hand to clear the siege.
Du Dian reacted quickly, grabbed his other hand with his right hand, pointed his toes, raised his head and slammed into his nose.
With a bang, the middle-aged knight's head fell back, and nosebleeds spurted out. Taking this opportunity, Du Dian raised his right hand and slammed it hard on the elbow of his pinched arm. There was a clear and crisp click. The arm suddenly bent down in a terrifying posture.
The middle-aged knight let out a scream, let go of his palm in pain, and the long sword fell to the ground with a bang.
The other three knights didn't expect their captain to be defeated in a single encounter, so they rushed forward with their swords drawn.
Du Dian punched out with his left hand, hit the chest, and knocked the middle-aged knight into the air. He turned around and looked coldly at the three knights rushing over. He stopped in his tracks, held his sword tightly, and looked at Du Dian tremblingly.