"Sonorous and sonorous—"

The true and false rose swords collided back and forth on the beam, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten swords had been split between the two sides.

Freya's swordsmanship was outstanding, but she was suppressed in strength, and after a dozen swords, she was forced to take a few steps back.

The sword saint Kassandra's rose swordsmanship is chic and elegant, and it is known for its lightness and agility.

And the beam of this warehouse room is only more than two feet wide, even if it is difficult to grasp the simple advance and retreat, let alone move left and right, and rotate around to resist the enemy, it is really not conducive to performance.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat from the beam, she could only use a life-threatening move to hurt the enemy and herself, forcing Toruk to return to the sword to block, and then took advantage of the fleeting gap to hurriedly fly back to the ground.

At this time, Charles had already untied Ezek who was tied to the post, and saw that his small face was half swollen, but he was breathing evenly, and his hands and feet did not seem to be injured, so he was slightly relieved.

He called out twice with a frown, and seeing that Azek was still unconscious, he placed him on the sack pile, and turned to look at the two who had fallen back to the ground.

The strength of this cloaked man's sword is not small, and there is a faint blue light and shadow flashing around his body between advancing and retreating, and at a glance, it is a general-level cultivation.

And this rose mask is obviously a warrior, who can hold on for so long, all relying on that superb swordsmanship, it seems that he can't count on it.

He touched a handful of hair that had been cut off from his sideburns, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but surge up, and he reached out and knocked on the silver belt around his waist:

"Mebis, borrow a hammer to use. ”

"Borrowed and returned—"

As Mebis's cold voice sounded, a silver hammer handle immediately surfaced on the surface of the belt, and Charles scooped his right hand to his side, and when he swung it out again, a giant mace with a long handle was already in his hand.

"It's not hard to borrow again. Thanks!"

Swinging the mace twice in the air, he nodded, and walked towards the two of them.

After landing, the strength of the Rose Sword Technique was immediately revealed.

At this moment, there is no concern under her feet, Freya has a long sword in her hand, flying up and down, stabbing horizontally, dancing all over the room with red light, which is very beautiful.

It's just that this Toruk can cultivate to the level of a general, and naturally he is not a mediocre talent.

It was inconvenient for Freya to move on the beam, and he was not.

A set of unknown old spicy swordsmanship will come out, although it is not as chic and elegant as the rose swordsmanship, and the moves are tricky, but it has its own spicy taste stuffed with wind and sand.

In this way, you came and went, and there were dozens of moves in succession, and Freya finally couldn't resist it.

Feeling the slight soreness in the palm of her hand, and just as the opponent revealed a flaw that the rose sword technique couldn't reach, she finally couldn't help but say a word silently in her heart:

"Thunder Cloud Sword Three!

The original chic posture like a frolicking flower suddenly flickered, instantly turned into a thunderbolt, and suddenly turned around and stabbed, so fast that Toruk didn't have time to react, and a red sword light pierced into his shoulder socket.

"Khooth!"

A strange touch came from the sword, making Freya's hair stand on end, and she retreated with one blow, and jumped backwards more than ten meters away, not daring to fight again:

"Zhan Gang, he is really a general. ”

Toruk had an extra hole in his shoulder, and instead of being angry, he laughed, and the light blue battle gang was blazing, covering his whole body, and even the sword was covered with a thick layer.

"Heh, you can force me to use Zhan Gang, it's a bit of a skill, but it's a pity that ......"

Before he finished speaking, the masonry under his feet exploded, and the straw all over the ground was blown away, and in the blink of an eye, a blue sword shadow had been slashed in front of him.

"Khooth!"

It was so fast that she could barely see the sword, and she could only rely on the flow of air to judge the sword's momentum, and slash it with all her might, so that she could withstand the blow.

Damn, Camp isn't in Antlers at this time!

Seeing the blue shadow striking again, her face under the mask suddenly became ugly, and she cursed secretly in her heart, then took a deep breath, and the crystallized power swam between the muscles and bones of her body like a rolling thundercloud:

Thundercloud breath!

The overbearing crystallized power poured into her body like a blazing electricity, and her body suddenly accelerated again, almost on a par with the full-fledged Toruk.

As the inheritance of the royal family of the Orton Empire, the thunder cloud sword technique is so powerful that it is naturally extraordinary, and it is already known for its magnificent sword momentum and fast and dense movement method, and at this moment, the thundercloud breath is injected, and the domineering of the entire set of sword skills is immediately displayed.

In the state of thundercloud breathing, Freya's advance and retreat were like lightning and lightning, and every time the sword was swung, it was like a red thunderbolt falling, accompanied by rumbling thunder, and the power of the sword increased several times.

With the general-level inhuman reaction speed and physical strength, Toruk took several swords under the dense attack like thunderclouds.

But his swordsmanship attainments were still worse after all, and he blocked more than a dozen swords, and finally he was only one move, and he was slashed in the right arm, and a stream of blood shot out, staining the ground red.

The red sword left a foot-long cut in Toruk's arm, and if it weren't for the Zhan Gang Protector, this right arm would no longer be his at this moment.

"Whew, whew—"

Although she finally succeeded with a sword, Freya was already a little out of breath, which was the result of the strong life qi she had prepared for herself.

Thundercloud breath was not originally a breathing method for the daughter's family.

It's more powerful than Warhammer's Furnace Breath, but it's also physically demanding and burdensome.

Fundamentally, the biggest difference between a fighter and a warfighter is whether the internal organs can withstand the load brought by the high-intensity output.

Freya is now just a ninth-level warrior, and forcibly pushing the thundercloud to breathe with her daughter's body is already under huge pressure, not to mention slashing twenty or thirty swords in a row like now, and her body can't bear it at all.

Seeing that the other party was only suffering from skin injuries, and was about to rush up in the blink of an eye, how could she stop the only strength she had to fight?

But if it goes on like this, there is no need for the other party to make a move, as long as she splits two or three more swords, her body will not be able to bear it, and she will be suffocated and comatose at the least, and she will die of heart failure at the worst.

In desperation, she finally couldn't hide it anymore, so she could only use the qi magic at the bottom of the pressure box, and silently recited a sentence in her heart:

"Whirlwind Blade!"

Dozens of air sharp blades clinged to the ground, condensed in them, and as soon as the other party stepped on it, the whirlwind would immediately roll up on the ground, with an incomparably sharp air blade, and give him a thousand cuts!

"Damn! What kind of swordsmanship is this! It can hurt me!"

Toruk ate a sword, although it was only a skin wound, but it made him lose face as a general.

Originally, he just had a cat-and-mouse mentality to play with this so-called rose mask, but he didn't expect to suffer such a big loss.

It is worthy of being the orphan of the Rose family, and it is really a skinny camel bigger than a horse, if he is given another two years to cultivate well, maybe if we meet again, he will not be an opponent.

Thinking of this, Toruk had already decided not to keep his hand anymore, at most to save the other party's breath.

One step, two steps......

Freya watched her opponent approach step by step, and was about to step into the whirlwind blade she had laid down, but a slender figure stood in front of her:

"Alright, leave it to me. ”