Autumn mornings are still cool at night, and the occasional light mist can be seen among the lush trees.

The knights' training camp inside the temple was in full swing. Although the old training camp can be seen everywhere traces left by time, as a place for the temple to train the elite of the Knights, you can see all kinds of weapons and armor everywhere, and the hardships and harshness of the training also make countless people shy away and shudder.

Now that the warm-up activities have long ended, many knights on the training ground are fighting, and the two knights holding two-handed swords are chopping or blocking in the rapid movement, and the fierce sound of gold and iron in the fight is endless, and the onlookers occasionally burst into cheers with the movements of both sides.

Reles stood in the middle of the field, with a rare look of hesitation, by now he was convinced that His Excellency the Pope had outstanding affinities for the light elements and magical talents, but purely in terms of martial arts, he didn't know the depths of it, and now that he was about to start a formal battle, he couldn't help but hesitate.

As the elite of the Knights Templar's elite, His Majesty's request to let him go of the battle without scruples is somewhat embarrassing.

Ren Jia waited for a while and didn't see the other party accept the invitation, and finally became impatient, "Reles, I order you, in your capacity as the Pope, to pick up the sword in your hand and compete with me with all your might. ”

"As you wish." In the end, he could only press the helplessness in his heart and accept it.

This time Ren Jia really saw the knight's martial arts for the first time, the sword in Reles's hand emitted a faint light, although it was not a strong sense of existence, but it was particularly prominent, with the sword that stabbed out smoothly, a faint light quickly appeared under his feet, Ren Jia did not dare to take it lightly, it turned out that her intuition was completely correct, just after that light, Reles's speed was already like a ghost, and as soon as she turned around, she was already on her side, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at her vest.

It's all about killing her with one blow!

The battle has undoubtedly begun!

Ren Jia took a sliding step to avoid the attack, and her shoulder was only a millimeter away from being pulled out by the blade of the sword, which was the result of her trying her best to rely on her body movements and control her muscles to neutralize the attack, otherwise she would have been defeated at this time.

Reles didn't love fighting, and with a failed blow, a dozen swirling sharp sword qi erupted around the blade of the sword, turning into a cloud of snow light and enveloping Ren Jia in his short and close movements, and it seemed that a canopy of blood mist would erupt on her body in the next moment.

To be honest, Reles's movements are fast enough and his attacks are sharp enough, and every time he makes a move, it may be a foreshadowing of the next attack, and no matter how he dodges, his attack will be ushered in, which is enough pressure for Ren Jia.

In her preoccupied response, her spirit seemed to have entered a mysterious state, without fear and worry, every movement of the other party was extremely clear in her eyes, and she completed the dodge just by instinct, and responded to the next fatal kill that might hit at any time.

The movements of the two on the training ground were long indistinct, only vague shadows tossed and intertwined in the sunlight, and the voices of many knights who were about to cheer were suppressed in their throats, and the eyes of the warbands were nervous, relieved, worried, surprised, and shocked. Even if the new Pope was ultimately defeated by the Knight of Light, she displayed enough strength to earn the admiration and admiration of the Knights Templar.

The competition between the two sides with all their strength has brought a great impact to ** and spirit, and the fight between the two has also reached the most critical time, in the sword-like sword light, Reles's heavy sword is swung, and Ren Jia in the sword light dodges the attack when there is no room for it, and even the recent sword skimming the tip of the nose and eyelashes did not make her waver.

The sword of light in her hand, which is only used to resist, is like a warrior who goes straight against the current in a raging river, protecting herself impenetrable, but it is also a small sampan that sways with the tide in the storm, which may be destroyed at any time.

Another sword light, Rupert on the sidelines looked solemn, he knew better than anyone that this was the long-planned lore of Reles, if he had left the strength or had the intention to tempt before, in the approaching confrontation, this sword light had already sounded the death knell of the loser, even if it was himself, he couldn't resist. Thankfully, the losers don't pay the price of death.

He admits that Roman is very strong, just like when he first saw the girl, he found the arrogance and stubbornness hidden in his bones, maybe she didn't even realize it, in her eyes and cognition, she didn't stand with everyone, she herself as an alien, sitting on the throne of another world, watching everything coldly, which is why he couldn't help but find fault with her.

Many facts have proved that his perception is completely correct.

Now, the time has come for everything to come to an end.

The sword blade that came from the shop almost cut Ren Jia's cheek, and the sword flower that trembled and vibrated at high speed seemed to pull a hole in her neck in the next moment, and at this moment, the sword in Ren Jia's hand was finally full of fighting intent!

In the collision of sword light, a large umbrella seemed to bloom from her hand, and the domineering sword light formed the strongest defensive style, and when this move was used again, Ren Jia's heart was full of vigorous battle intent, and this battle intent turned into the sharpest sword blade and exploded a spark on Reles.

In the past, she tried her best to save her life when she used this move, and now, at this moment, the arc of the sword blade has brought the death knell, Reles only feels that the opponent's counterattack wave after wave seems to be endless, and there have been many small gaps in the heavy sword sword used to resist, one move, two moves, three moves, the more he resists, the heavier it becomes, the more uncomfortable it is, his movements seem to be more and more sticky, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the other party.

After twelve consecutive moves, he was already unavoidable in the center of the sword light, and the opponent's counterattack swept in an overwhelming manner, and the thirteenth move had been drilled into his heart like a poisonous snake, and the divine shield that broke out in an instant offset the menacing sword light with lightning speed, and then, many key positions such as eyes, shoulders, and ribs were subjected to the baptism of the opponent's counterattack, fortunately, there was always a divine shield at the critical moment to savior in time, and Rayles under the light of the sword and the holy light looked solemn, his face was full of sweat, but he still held his heavy sword tightly.

Finally, when the last sword slashed into Reles's throat, the crunch of the divine shield signaled that the battle had finally stopped.

On the training ground, time stood still for a moment, and then with a loud bang, a heart-wrenching tornado of smoke and dust erupted across the ground, and the two opponents frozen under the light curtain remained motionless as if they were sealed.

"Good!" I don't know who took the lead in giving a cheer, and the onlookers burst into cheers.

Even if the most respected knight of the Holy Light was defeated, it would not hinder the enthusiasm of the knights to cheer like fire, if it weren't for the gender and identity of His Excellency the Pope, I am afraid that people would have thrown it up and cheered at this moment.

"That's good." Rupert muttered, a smile on his face that he didn't even notice. Perhaps, every time he makes a provocative statement to find fault with her, what he looks forward to is this moment.

The face of the person who put the sword back into the sheath was sweaty, and the sun shone like a jewel - a dazzling brilliance, this should be a satisfying and hearty competition, so her smile was cheerful and hearty, hotter than the sun 166 reading network