The red-robed monk Soros smiled and said, "Amorita, can you only run fast if you are breastfeeding?"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Amori Loch smiled gloomily, he didn't seem to be angry, but he was already angry in his heart.

He was a man who thought highly of himself, cruel and bloody.

He slashed his head, slashed his body, and stabbed him straight, all in an attempt to force Berry to engage him, preferably against him, so that he would have a chance to kill Berry suddenly.

The Amorites were cruel to others as well as to themselves.

He did not hesitate to trade his life with Berry.

His tactics were something that no one expected: if Berry stabbed him, he wouldn't block, he would just get out of the way and let Berry hit him, but he would also hit Berry hard.

Just kill Berry and he'll win!

Berry fought him in the name of the Red God of Faith, and the victory or defeat was believed to be the will of the Red God, which was Berry's stupidity. Amori Loki will only attribute the victory or defeat to the level of martial arts and who is more ruthless, and has nothing to do with the red god.

Berry didn't wear all-metal armor, only vital armor, and everything else was lightweight leather armor. He sacrificed his strong protection, but increased his speed and agility.

Berry's footwork is as light as the wind and his face is smiling, as if he is taking a walk. He suddenly turned his back to the Amorites, turned his head back to look at the Amorias, and twisted his ass and waist: "Come, Amoria, is that all you can do?"

Amoriel smiled, looking unconcerned, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he wanted to break Berry's body to pieces. He took two steps back, slid left and right, slashed lightly with the long sword in his hand, as if practicing footwork, turned around, as if to move away from Berry, but suddenly pounced on Berry, the long sword in his hand kept holding the sword flower, and it was not clear whether he was going to cut or slash or stab.

Berry, still with his back to the Amorites, just turned his head to look at him, suddenly turned back, strode up, and without looking at any of the Amorites' swords, he struck Amorites' head with a sword in one hand, from top to bottom.

The sudden movement, fast and fierce, and the distance is just right.

Amorites' one-handed sword immediately turned into two hands, blocking upwards with great strength, refusing to dodge.

Dodging causes him to move farther away from Berry, who is more agile in footwork than him, but he is stronger in size and armor protection than Berry, and his strength is in strength and defense.

If Berry stabbed him in the arm, he would not block or dodge, sacrificing an arm to clamp Berry's sword and the shuriken would pierce Berry's neck.

But Berry slashed his head, and with Berry's turn and slash, his helmet would be cut in half by him, and Amori didn't dare to meet him with his head in exchange for a stab, so he chose to block.

Berry's sword was cut down, but his wrist was slightly slanted, and the blade suddenly arced halfway, and the slash turned into a false move, and with a flip of his wrist, the one-handed sword bypassed the sword of the Amorites, and slashed at the waist of the Amorites.

It was too late for Amoriel to retreat and change his moves, when he heard a sound, the blade slammed into his armor, the fire splashed, Amoriel took advantage of the momentum to dodge, and everyone broke out in a roaring cheer, he looked down and saw that the armor on his waist had been cut a terrible gap, his skin was swept by the blade, the cool air hit his body, and there was a small scratch on his waist.

Without the armor, he would have been slashed deep into his waist by this sword.

Berry's swordsmanship is also faster than the Amorites.

One-handed swords focus on agility and a wider range of attacks, while two-handed swords focus on powerful and heavy.

Berry suddenly turned over and slashed, looking fierce and fatal, but it was just to lure Amori to raise his sword to block, Amoriel really raised his sword to block, his waist was naturally wide open, and he was caught up by Berry's lightning speed, and the sword arced from top to bottom, and slashed a sword on his waist!

Amori took a few steps back, but Berry did not take advantage of the victory, he smiled, turned to his followers and the villagers and smiled: "The shell of the turtle smashed by the dog is so thick, but the thicker the shell of the turtle, the slower it moves!"

He turned to tease his followers and villagers, and handed his back to the Amorites again.

Amoriel gasped slightly, and he could see that Berry was deliberately teasing him. Berry was not in a hurry to kill him, but played with him first like a cat playing with a mouse.

For Amorites, Berry hated to the core, he had never hated a person so deeply, and Amorius was fortunate to be the most hated person by Count Berry, and there was no one.

For a man like Amorites, how could he just let him die casually!

Decided to slow down this time, Amorites took his breath and struck Berry with his back to him again. He pressed forward step by step, absolutely flawless defensive sword style: sideways to the enemy, holding the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally forward!

Because of his slow speed, no matter how suddenly Berry attacked, he could deal with it calmly, but instead he rushed and punched, and was robbed of the opportunity by Berry, and he couldn't change his moves if he couldn't keep up, so he could only deal with it passively.

Berry turned calmly, and in the face of Amori's caution, his empty left hand, which was not holding the sword, gave Amori a thumbs up, and his right wrist turned slightly, and the one-handed sword lightly drew a figure of eight in front of him. Suddenly, Berry shouted, "Be careful!" Amorites defended, but Berry laughed and slid backwards, but he was farther away from Amorites.

Startled, Amorites was stunned.

Berry was just kidding him!

Onlookers and villagers laughed, and all kinds of foul language against the Amorites came out, from the style of the sword to his facial features, to his surname and family, all of which were the ugliest, worst, dirtiest, and dirtiest representatives of the world.

Soros was even louder, scolding all the Amorites' honorary character family.

Amoriel's eyes became bloodshot, and his breathing became rapid.

Words are like knives, scraping bones and hurting hearts, since ancient times.

And Berry grinned on the east side of the field, flashed to the west, as long as Amori stepped forward cautiously, he either dodged and retreated, or suddenly stabbed a sword and ran, never giving Amori a sense of distance, nor confronting him head-on.

But as long as Amorites ventured forward, Berry would take advantage of his speed advantage and unpredictable swordsmanship, leaving a terrible cut in Amori's armor and a minor scratch on his body.

After a few rounds, Amorites had sword marks on his arms and chest.

Amori suddenly stood up and smiled, but there was no smile on his face in his voice, and there was only a ruthless blade in his eyes: "Berry, I won't fight you, if you don't dare to duel, then let me go; ”

"Come on, Sir Amori if you want to die sooner!" Berry stood still, in his standard fighting stance, "Come on, Sir Amorili." ”

Amorita's face sank, and it was the same standard fighting posture, sideways, with the sword in front, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the opponent's chin, his legs bent, and his feet on the ground. One virtual and one real is for the convenience of advancing and retreating freely. Both feet are solid, and there is only one advantage, that is, it is convenient to exert force, but it is not fast to advance and retreat. When fighting with an agile swordsman like Berry, you can't lose speed.

Berry shouted, "Amorites, your first sin: the slaughter of children. In the midst of the shouting, Berry strode forward, shuriken and sword flowers flying, and suddenly stabbed Amori in the throat, with great speed.

Amori saw it and shook his body to dodge, but his feet were firmly pinned to the ground, and his shuriken stabbed Berry in the chest.

To the thorn!

The chest is much larger than the neck, and it's not easy to dodge.

However, with a sword out, Berry was gone, and he dodged to the left hand side of the Amorites.

Amoriel is a right-handed sword, and his left hand will block the thrust without hand.

In a flash of cold light, Amori's stab turned into a horizontal slash, and he had already calculated that Berry must have been a false move, and that Berry must have gone around to his left hand again.

Slash horizontally, and the fan area in front of him is within the range of the Amori's attack.

The power of the Amorites' slash was far greater than that of Berry!

However, the horizontal slash slashed into the air again, and Berry disappeared as a result of a sudden pain in his calf, which was protected by the Amoririte leather with a sword.

Berry was not wearing armor, but he crouched down and dived in light leather, stabbed Amori in the calf, and pierced the sword through it.

The Amorites' slash had not yet retracted the sword due to the tremendous force of inertia, and Berry had already rolled away on the spot and stood up, the blade dripping with blood.

Amorita's legs went limp, and the circle of his sword was thrust into the ground, stabilizing his body.

Blood gushed from his calves, quickly taking away his strength.

Berry's eyes widened, the laughter just now was no longer visible at all, his face was full of anger, he was yelling, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time exploded: "Amori, your second sin, killing innocent old men and women. He strode forward with a great stride, leaped suddenly, and struck Amori's head with his sword in both hands.

Because of the distance, Berry's movements were obvious, and there was no concealment, Amori had enough time to react correctly, he drew the long sword inserted in the ground to block, and when there was a loud bang, Berry slashed Amori's long sword fiercely, and the sparks splashed everywhere, and the long sword rebounded and slashed at Amori's own left shoulder.

The armor protected Amori's left shoulder.

In a flash of cold light, Berry's second sword arrived, so fast that Amori couldn't make any reaction, and with a bang, the sword slashed at Amori's right shoulder, and the sword slashed with all his strength, and the blade cut through the armor and slashed into the shoulder.

Amori's legs were weak, and he could no longer bear the force of the split, so he knelt down on his knees.

Berry turned, his head away, and the shuriken slammed backwards, the hilt of the sword hitting Amori's face all over the place. The nose was completely shattered, and blood was pouring out. Amoriel snorted in pain and fell.

To his followers and all the villagers, Berry slowly raised his sword, the blood on the sword was clear, his face was as cold as a rock, and everyone was full of righteous indignation: "The third sin of the Amorites, burning the crops and destroying the village houses. Brothers, the Red God has made his verdict, the Amorites are defeated in the duel, convicted, come, strip the Amori, stop the bleeding wounds, and load him in a clamping cart!"

"Ho!" the brothers immediately stepped forward, and a long prepared iron bar clamp cart of torture masterpieces from the Amorites himself was pushed out.

The iron bar clamping car is to forcibly imprison the human body in the middle of the iron bar, the root iron bar is forcefully pressed into the human body muscles, the front and rear iron bar bars are locked with locks, and the person can not have any movements to turn around and bend over to sit and lie down to adjust.

Under the combined efforts of a dozen brothers on both sides of the front, the strong man of the Amorites was forcibly locked into a narrow space where it was impossible to put a child's body in, and the iron bars were squeezed into his snow-white body.

"Let Sir Amoriel go into the woods, and make small cuts on his skin, and put honey on the wounds, and let the flies, wild bees, ants, and crows peck at his flesh and blood. ”

Amoriel was so frightened that he could no longer support it, and his eyes widened and he fainted.

Berry's shuriken pointed at the bound captives: "These soldiers killed innocents, and they couldn't spare any of them, and they were all hanged." ”

"Good!" the followers agreed in unison, and the villagers cheered.

The Rocky soldiers were all on their knees, some of them had their legs weakened.

The good guys are ruthless, and they are more terrible than the bad guys!