The sunken wood sword in his hand swung out horizontally, and the blonde boy already felt remorse in his heart, he had just been carried away by anger, such an attack that was almost a sneak attack was too disgraceful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But just when he wanted to exert his strength to reverse the sword momentum again, he only felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and he didn't lift it in one breath, but he was no longer able to control the castration of the big sword, and couldn't help screaming: "Be careful!"

Originally, the blonde boy was a little reluctant to use this big sword, but he was already injured after resisting Mo Lin's five swords before, and forcibly swinging a sneak attack-like sword was even more extreme, how could he have the strength to change the sword momentum again, and even his hands were so numb that he couldn't let go of the hilt.

Although the Shenmu greatsword was not sharp, it was extremely powerful when wielded, and when he saw the sword body roaring, it was about to slash horizontally to Merlin's waist, which was not protected by any armor.

For a while, the teenagers couldn't help but hold their breath, and Lawson on the side had already pinched a shield-type magic card in his hand, which was gathering magic power, and he felt remorse in his heart, he was too trusted, if Morin was hurt and affected tomorrow's test, he really didn't have the face to see Lord Baron again.

With his attention still on Strayer, Merlin didn't notice the blonde boy's sneak attack until he heard him scream "Be careful!", and then realized that the great sword whizzing from his left was about to slash into his waist.

At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down, and even the sound of the wind in his ears had quieted down, and in the vast field of vision, the only thing that was clear was the sword shadow that was getting closer and closer.

I saw Mo Lin holding a sword in his right hand, his right leg as the axis, leaning back sharply, and the short sword was attached to the blade of the big sword, and he did not block hard, but with the strength of the big sword, his body continued to turn for half a week without stopping, and it was already attached to the blonde boy.

The blonde boy was still worried about whether Morin would be slashed by this blow, and he didn't want the situation to be reversed in a moment, and there was a strong surge in his chest, and the person was actually blown out by Morin's left shoulder, and at the same time, the big sword also came out of his hand, and he fell on the deck with a muffled sound.

"Beautiful!" Lawson, who was preparing magic on the side, couldn't help but exclaim, Morin's set of actions was smooth and skillful, and more importantly, he didn't mess up at all when he was attacked, handled it calmly, and turned defeat into victory in an instant. He couldn't help but be satisfied with his vision, even if he couldn't use magic cards, little Merlin could still be a good warrior.

"Beautiful!" Barron, even with a high vision, couldn't help but praise in a thick voice, this skill is not bad, when to learn from Morin.

"Beautiful!" shouted at the same time as a middle-aged man not far away, the big man with a bear on his back, carrying a long sword, looking like a teacher or something, followed by several teenagers. Morin's actions just now, Lawson can't recognize it, and Barron can't recognize it from a foreign land, but this middle-aged man can recognize it, it is the standard military swordsmanship of the Principality of Lothar, and it is perfectly completed. The last shoulder blow was originally a shield blow when he held a shield in his left hand, and because he didn't hold a shield, the young man also flexibly fine-tuned his position.

"Look at others, they are as big as you, their foundation is so solid, their skills are so skillful, and more importantly, they have reached the stage of flexibility, and they are lazy to let you practice seriously every day!" The middle-aged man took the opportunity to educate a few students around him.

Mo Lin looked at the embarrassed blonde boy on the ground, and he didn't feel much annoyed by him, because he had told him to be careful, and at least his heart and eyes were not bad. I thought about the action I had just parried, and I was happy, and sure enough, I had improved again, I couldn't do it so smoothly before, and said to the blonde boy easily: "What's the matter, you said you can't beat me." ”

The blonde boy rose from the ground with a pale face, his voice moving slightly, and he couldn't say anything. If it was said that Mo Lin had slashed five swords in a row before, he had just relied on his strength, and the parry and impact just now was a display of skill, he would have known. Usually in training, the knight of the family told him that it is difficult to retract when he swings his big sword with both hands, and he is most afraid of being approached, so he must always pay attention during the battle, and the knight has also personally demonstrated the parry method of the shield swordsman, and the action is similar to that of Morin just now, except that the shoulder collision is replaced by a shield strike.

He still remembered what the knight said: "Blocking a great sword directly with a shield will often be shattered, or lose its center of gravity or hurt its left arm, the best way is to use the short sword to block the borrowed force sideways, while continuing to turn close to the opponent's side, and hit the opponent's chest with the shield with the left arm." Of course, this skill belongs to military swordsmanship, which requires high physical coordination, and ordinary full-time swordsmen can only master it after a period of contact, so there is no need to worry when fighting against apprentices. ”

The blonde boy felt bitter in his heart, and even a little aggrieved, saying okay Don't worry, only a good full-time swordsman can master it, he is also a teenager about twelve years old, how can the gap be so big. He didn't have the face to say anything, leaned over to pick up the big sword on the ground, and tried to retreat into the crowd.

But one hand, a fleshy hand, preemptively grasped the hilt of the Shenmu greatsword.

The blonde boy raised his head and saw the short and fat boy with dark eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Osmond?"

It turned out that this ordinary-looking short and fat boy was called Osmond. I saw Osmond grinning, showing a row of white teeth: "Go down, I'll fight." ”

For some reason, seeing Osmond's smile, the blonde boy couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

Also shuddering was Maureen.

In fact, from the moment Osmond grasped the hilt of the great sword, Morin felt his whole body explode, like a frightened black cat, and his slightly messy hair stood up one by one, dangerous, very dangerous, extremely dangerous.

The last time I felt this way was when I was eight years old, I was driven into the mountains by my grandfather, and then I met a brown bear that my grandfather secretly provoked, and it was that time that I desperately ran away, until I broke my leg while crossing a mountain stream, and my grandfather slowly showed up to save him.

As Osmond turned to himself, the feeling of danger was actually a little stronger. If His Highness Strayer's gaze made him uncomfortable, the gaze of the short and fat boy in front of him was like a blood-stained sword, directly piercing the breath of death into the human heart.

Osmond struck a casual pose, and Maureen began to froze.

He's reminiscing.

It was lunch, and while my grandfather was still at home, young Morin stuffed beef into his mouth and asked, "What if I meet someone I can't beat?"

Grandfather gave him a stern look and said, "Find a way to win." ”

Baron Pike said almost at the same time, "Run." ”

Realizing that what he said was contrary to his father, the baron immediately shrank his stubby neck, and sure enough, his father's palm had already slapped over his head, and the baron was happy, glad that he had the foresight, and did not want his father to turn his palm into a fist, so he struck him twice on the head.

Hearing the different answers, little Morin was a little confused, but seeing that his grandfather had taught his father a lesson, he thought that what his grandfather said should be more correct.

But he asked, "What if you can't win even if you try your best?"

Grandfather choked.

The baron thought that he was going to run away this time, and quickly shouted: "Run!"

Seeing that his father still didn't approve, the baron didn't have a good heart, and knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply didn't shrink his neck, and directly condensed a light blue dazzling barrier on the top of his head, who knew that he couldn't block his father's knuckles at all, and his head was hit hard again.

"Run when you should run, you always want to save face in front of little Morin, and you can't be angry with me. The baron touched his head, thinking aggrievedly, and a few tears squeezed out of his deep blue eyes.

As if to see what the baron was thinking, Morin's grandfather scolded: "Fool!

After teaching his son a lesson, thinking of his grandson's question, Morin's grandfather said slowly: "Then admit defeat," paused, and added: "If it is a fight of life and death, then die......"

Suddenly, hearing such cruel words, little Morin was also frightened, thinking that it was really dangerous to fight with people.

However, in private, Baron Pike later secretly corrected Morin's concept, and he said to Morin with a serious face: "What your grandfather said in the end is actually to put him to death and live later, and find a way to stimulate his potential between life and death, but he is too powerful, and he can always win in the end when he fights with others, and we don't have that ability, and when we go to school in the future, or travel alone, we must remember one sentence," the baron emphasized: "Can't fight, run!"

"Uh...... What if you can't run away?" Morin asked, touching his head.

Baron Pike waved his sleeves and said very domineeringly: "Try every way to run! For example, admitting defeat is also a kind of escape, you must know that running away is an art, there are many exquisite, there are many ways in this, like your grandfather, he doesn't know, but I have studied it specially, and I think I am an authority in this area, listen to me tell you carefully......"

Thinking of his father and grandfather, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Morin's mouth, and he came back to his senses. Feeling the momentum of the seemingly harmless short and fat boy that made himself explode, and the suffocating oppression he brought to him, Morin decisively decided that it was time to use the art of escape.

"I throw in the towel!" exclaimed Morin.

Osmon's face froze, his dark eyes rolled, and he forced: "If you don't fight, you will admit defeat, are you looking down on me?"

The aristocratic teenagers talked to each other, and they didn't know why Morin had to admit defeat, he had clearly shown good strength and extraordinary skills before, of course, some teenagers who were familiar with Osmond felt that Morin was too witty, such as His Royal Highness Strayer, his face sank, and the idea of destroying Morin was a little firmer.

Since he had made up his mind to escape, Mo Lin didn't care about etiquette or not, and continued to shout: "My stomach hurts, I can't fight!" As he spoke, he covered his stomach with one hand, and supported his body with a sword with the other, his eyebrows twisted, and sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he was really suffering from some sudden illness, and slowly retreated to Luo Sen's side.

The short and fat boy Osmond was so angry that he thought to himself that this person was really shameless, and if he were someone else, he might have let him withdraw like this, but you are shameless, how can I be a person who cares about etiquette? Let you walk back like this, wouldn't my previous words in front of His Highness become bullshit.

Thinking of this, Osmond didn't care if Mo Linzhun was ready or not, and slashed with his sword.

This sword looks the same as the sword from the blonde boy before, and it is also slashed at the waist, but in fact it is very different.

It is the momentum, the momentum of moving forward, the momentum of you without me.

In the distance, many people lit up one after another, who would have thought that the seemingly ordinary short and fat boy picked up the sword, and it was as sharp and dangerous as if he had completely changed into a person.

Mo Lin was shocked, thinking that this Humpty Dumpty man was wearing aristocratic clothes, but he didn't expect to be so shameless, and in a hurry, he could only roll on the ground, barely avoiding the blade of the sword.

The same angle, the same sword path, but Mo Lin didn't dare to resist with the same method at all, and could only dodge.

Seeing that Mo Lin did not resist, the corners of Osmond's mouth turned coldly, and the second sword slashed directly at Mo Lin's head. Compared to the previous sword, the speed of this sword was more than twice as fast, and before even the sword whistle sounded, the sword blade had already come to the front.

At this moment, Mo Lin realized why this short and fat boy made himself feel so dangerous, his strength was so strong, and his mind was so cunning! The first sword slash had already caught people off guard, who wanted to leave an unknown amount of strength, let himself misjudge his strength in a panic, and then slash out the deadly second sword, the speed was actually twice as fast as the first sword, and he was completely unable to react because of the wrong impression.

couldn't avoid it, couldn't stop it, and looked at the sinking wood sword blade blankly, Mo Lin could only shout desperately in his heart: "If you don't make a move, you will die!"

I don't know if anyone heard Morin's inner cry at this critical moment, and he felt that he was being pulled aside from under the blade of the sword.

At the same time, Barron's deep voice came from his ears: "I'll fight you." ”

Morin, who had not yet stabilized his center of gravity, looked fixedly, but it was the Kadir boy who held a flat-headed stone hammer in his hand, blocking Osmond's great sword.

Barron, who had a rough face and a burly figure, held a hammer with one hand, and blocked Osmond's blow, but his expression did not relax much, staring at this young man who was a lot shorter than himself, and said: "Such a strong bully is not the behavior of a warrior!"

The blow was unsuccessful, Osmond retreated lightly, grinned a mouthful of white teeth, and said: "I naturally have the right balance in my hands, everyone is just talking, and it won't hurt the harmony." But although he was smiling, there was no smile in his dark eyes, but he looked at this burly young man solemnly, and he should be a barbarian, although I didn't use all my strength just now, he resisted so easily, he was a fierce opponent. Osmond pondered, clenched his greatsword in both hands, and secretly lifted his strength.

Seeing this, Barron took a big step forward and let out a loud shout, and a dark green ornament like vines appeared on the rock-like skin, and instantly pressed towards Osmond in terms of momentum.

The surrounding aristocratic teenagers stepped back one after another, and Merlin's blue eyes widened. It was the first time he had seen Barron unleash his full power, the ornaments of the Kadir people's natural runes that would awaken the body's greater power.

The short and fat boy actually stepped forward, no longer hesitated, with a look of madness on his face, he raised the big sword in his hand high, and slashed at Barron, the momentum that had just been suppressed by Barron was all condensed on the sword, and the sword blade vented out.

It is like splitting a mountain, and it is intended to kill the enemy.

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