Ryan's hands were swung open by Froude's shield, his chest was wide open, and a sharp sword light followed the tricky angle to Ryan's chest. This time it was calculated that Ryan had no time to return to defense, and could only slightly remove the blade of the sword to alleviate the injuries he suffered.

Seeing this thrilling scene, Al hurriedly stepped forward with a side step, and after narrowing the distance slightly, a silver chain shot out and shot straight at Flaude's neck, attacking the enemy to save himself.

Clang.

Blocking the El Silver Chain was a light shield, and as Floss's body twisted, Lane's shield protected him once more.

In the face of the sword that drove straight in, Ryan did not panic at all, although his face was solemn. With the turn of his nimble fingers, he pulled away Frog's sword, but due to the twist of the angle of his sword, ten percent of his strength could not be used for thirty percent, and he could only deviate slightly, so that the sword could only stab Ryan's shoulder, but this was enough for Ryan.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan's arm slid down as if it were dislocated, and a piece of his entire shoulder collapsed, and the sharp blade grazed Ryan's clothes, and the cold touch was transmitted to Ryan through his clothes.

Fred raised an eyebrow, apparently he was a little surprised by Ryan's movements, but only surprised. He has seen a lot of various distinctive martial arts, and at least he knows that there are two martial arts skills that can twist the joints like Ryan without affecting the degree of movement.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand rose as flexibly as an extension of his arm. Fortunately, Ryan had already adjusted his body and casually put the sword in front of him, and the other one began to condense the wind blade.

At this time, Al was not idle, the silver chain had been put away by him, wrapped around his arm, like a poisonous snake circling and gaining momentum, and the conical chain head bell rang non-stop. The rapid transformation attacks from different angles, never stays in one place too much, and always touches and walks away from the light shield, but the nemesis of the El, the angle of the changing shield is far faster than the speed of the El's dodge.

However, this is not fast for El, after all, Al is not good at this kind of frontal combat, except for a kill, it is to retreat, and fighting people is definitely not what he is good at.

Feeling the wind blade brewing in Ryan's hand, Flot finally felt a trace of oppression, just like when you are fighting two people at the same time, and another person is holding a crossbow at you, the feeling of not knowing when an arrow will shoot out of the shadows and take his life makes him feel suffocated.

Now he finally knew why the boy dared to challenge him. At first, he thought it was just a numerical advantage, so he didn't care at all. It can be seen from Al's attack that he should hide in the dark, lurk quietly, and wait for the prey to let down its guard and deliver a fatal blow.

However, for the Guardian Knight, who is dressed in armor and wields a shield, the threat of the El is greatly reduced. On the contrary, the wind blade in Ryan's hand gave him a greater threat, and secondly, Flot had to silently admire in his heart, being able to concentrate on meditation and condense magic in such a fierce battle is indeed amazing.

The long sword in his hand flew up and down, Ryan's attainments in swordsmanship were far inferior to Froude, if it weren't for the Al on the side who involved the other party's energy, and the wind blade in his hand threatened him, Ryan felt that his attack could not cause any damage to Froude at all, the opponent's defense was very cautious, and he had no chance.

And Flaude's strength also shocked him, after many collisions, Ryan's hand was faintly numb, and his sword moves were a little vain.

Finally, after Ryan's sword stabbed into the air, Froud began his counterattack.

Take a snort. After a short pause, Froude stabbed forward, and a bright white bullet galloped forward, and Ryan couldn't dodge at all, or didn't have time to dodge. In desperation, Ryan could only put the sword horizontally in front of him, slightly sideways his body to reduce the impact, and threw out the wind blade in his hand.

Ding.

Ryan was sent straight away. In the air, Ryan couldn't help it and spat out a mouthful of blood. The sharp sword qi penetrated through the long sword to his chest, and he felt that his heart was pricked by a needle, and he could even feel a cardiac arrest.

A sword stabbed through Ryan, but Flot didn't stop, and even the wind blade that Ryan sent out in a hurry didn't deliberately dodge. With his feet clamped, the horse raised its front hooves high, and with the upward momentum, it collided with Ryan's wind blade.

Flot was wearing light armor today, and at such a close distance, Ryan believed that even if he couldn't open the way for him, he would be able to leave marks on it. But the next scene made Ryan's heart rise fiercely.

"Guard" Froude snorted softly, and his whole body suddenly glowed with a hazy white light, and the silver light armor was even more dazzling under the rendering of this layer of white light. Mercury swirled around Flod's body, spitting out like a breath.

Ryan suddenly felt a special power fill Flode's surroundings, and the elemental power was instantly emptied, and Ryan even lost contact with the Wind Blade.

With a muffled thud, Floss's figure paused slightly, as if Ryan's wind blade was just a fist between close comrades. Then, the white light faded as if it had never appeared, and the silver light armor was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of scarring.

Not only Ryan and the others were shocked by this scene, but even the knights who were on guard around them had wide eyes, revealing envy and affection. They are only trainee knights, and they usually only train ordinary martial arts, and the most fundamental guardian power as guardian knights is the goal they pursue. The power of guardianship is a kind of martial art, which can also be said to be a kind of fighting energy, or a combination of the two, and the fighting energy circulating in the body is revealed like a mist through a special method, forming an enchantment-like existence to resist attacks. In normal times, they couldn't see Froude using the power of protection at all, and these knights had a new perspective on the two mercenaries who could make the squad leader treat him like this.

Ryan's Wind Blade is only the most basic elemental magic, and the strength of his mental power is only the level of a trainee magician, and it is impossible to break through the power of Flaude's protection.

Froud rode the warhorse, and a forward conflict was about to strike the final blow at Ryan.

Al hurriedly followed, and the silver chain in his hand flicked and wrapped firmly around the horse. However, the power of the forward rush was not something that Al could shake at all, and he flew over with him. Dragonfly stood on tiptoe like a little water, and Al jumped lightly, and the dagger in his hand was replaced by a butterfly at some point, and accurately found Frod's back.

Again, Floss's body was shrouded in a hazy white light, as if he sensed Al's killing intent, and quickly turned on the power of protection.

"Shield Strike"

A smile appeared at the corner of Froude's mouth, Al's attack was within his expectations, it can be said that such a big flaw behind him is a trap, normally waiting for Al will be his all-out shield attack, but after Al used the butterfly, he found that Al's aura had changed, and it became difficult to fathom, and he couldn't grasp it at all.

Al's butterfly slashed across Flame's shield as lightly as honey, and the shield that condensed the power of protection was broken open five inches long. The hazy white light poured into the broken place like a deflated balloon, and most of the white light on Floss's body disappeared in an instant.

"Bastard." Flode was also shocked, he didn't expect that El, whom he had always despised would be able to break through his protective power. In a fit of rage, Froude gathered all his fighting energy on his shield and slammed it into Al.

How could the weak Al be be able to block it, the shield containing Frog's anger and fighting spirit was like a lump of iron, and it smashed Al out of the air at once.

After Ryan landed, he hurriedly touched his waist to soothe Knut, who was restless because he was worried about himself. At a glance, even the sword body made of tarot silver had already been concave in the middle, and it could not be completely restored without three or five days with the self-healing ability of tarot silver. Ryan was very suspicious that if it was an ordinary long sword, it would be a sword that would kill people.

There was a rush of horses' hooves, and Flot waited until Ryan stood up and began his charge, ignoring Al, who was aiming for Ryan. If he only understood and sympathized with Ryan before, then after Ryan used the Wind Blade, he had already turned into a fiery one, and his fighting spirit had been completely stimulated.

Ryan could never have imagined that Froude would become so ferocious. The momentum of the war horse, as well as the accumulation of Flaude, showed that Ryan must not confront him head-on, otherwise. As long as one is picked, Ryan will never have a chance to fight back.

Ryan endured the stinging pain in his heart, couldn't help but close his eyes, and took a deep breath, is he going to fall here? Why does a subordinate knight leave himself at a loss? Ryan once again felt his own powerlessness, just like facing a groundsplitting bear, could he only wait quietly?

No, I have to do something! Ryan shouted silently in his heart.

Al struggled to raise his head, he was slapped by Frog's shield and he didn't have much combat power, seeing Ryan close his eyes under Frog's charge, of course he understood what it meant, and his eyes showed eager concern and worry.

Maybe it was Al's injury, maybe it was life and death, or maybe it was his competitiveness, Ryan opened his eyes and immediately met Al's gaze, and Ryan's heart jumped.

Lightly chanting the incantation, Ryan's body was suddenly shrouded in a cyan halo, which looked somewhat similar to Froud, but did not increase any defense.

Ryan closed his eyes again, but not anymore. Perceiving everything around him and communicating with the wind element, Ryan saw more than that.

The wind flowing on both sides of the horse was the most violent, flowing like a river on both sides, and the long sword in Floss's hand cut through the waves, leaving a white air stream where the sharp blade slashed.

You only get one chance.

The knight's charge was strong, but the agility and continuity were a little worse, as long as he dodged the deadliest blow, after that, Flot would only give himself the back.