"Ahem......" Richter supported his body with a knife, and several conflicts had already caused him to be bruised, and his consciousness had begun to blur a little due to excessive blood loss. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he quickly protected the wound with qi and prevented too much blood from draining, the blood that flowed from the wound was enough to put him in a bad enough position.

Sometimes, rivers of blood may not be the most shocking scene. Countless deep wounds without a trace of blood are even more terrifying.

If it weren't for Richter's rapid breathing, people would have thought that it was a corpse that had long since dried up.

Richter stared at the other and thought to himself that if he had done it again, he might fall.

However, it is imminent, and the other party has cautiously approached step by step, and he has no choice.

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Richter really didn't have the slightest chance of winning, not to mention whether he endured the pain of swinging a knife and so on, he understood that the real gap between them was that they would not hesitate to kill themselves.

From the moment Richter took the knife in his hand, Richter was unwilling to admit that 'if you want to save people, you must bear the responsibility of killing', killing people is not terrible, what is really terrible is, is it killing people for the sake of saving people, or killing people for pure killing?

No one can tell the difference.

Like the two in front of them, did they choose to kill Richter for the sake of their own beliefs, or did they simply feel that Richter had to die? Perhaps in the eyes of the murderer, in fact, the two options are the same, and there is no difference at all.

Human nature is like this, they will be afraid, but sometimes they have to do something to protect themselves and safeguard their own interests, but no matter how beautiful they are, after all, it is only an independent concept, just a manifestation of selfishness.

No one wants to bear the anger of the other party, the revenge of the angry waves. Therefore, after forbearance, the final outburst seems to be the only way to kill the other party.

Rather than putting yourself and the other in the shadows, it is better to let one of them die to put an end to a possible farce.

Richter was confident that he could bring one person to the funeral, or at least to the other. Doing so would give Russ a better position to concentrate on splitting the battle with Barres.

It seems that in everyone's life, there are always many branching routes, and there are always many choices.

Whatever you choose, you have to sacrifice something else that is just as important to you.

It is indeed a dilemma whether to choose a companion or one's own beliefs, especially since this companion also adheres to the same beliefs, so that no matter how one chooses, he will be spurned by himself.

Thinking of this, Richter loosened his tense body and took the scabbard pinned to his waist to his left hand.

Since no matter how you choose, you will be spurned, then there is no choice in the first place.

Sometimes, having a choice is a blessing that lets people know what is more important to a person.

But more often than not, no choice is true happiness, no pain, no contradictions.

Having figured it out, Richter showed his usual ease and slowly tucked the knife into its scabbard.

In any case, as long as you can still bear the pain of swinging the knife, this road will not be passed.

The two knew very well that it was the last moment. But what was going on in Richter's head, no one knew.

However, the crack in the armor on his body has proved that the choice of facing Richter with two people is the right one.

Although they are indeed in much better condition than Richter, they are uninjured and will not be affected.

It's just that there is not the slightest crack in the crack, and even the clothes wrapped in the armor are precisely cut by the sword qi without hurting the body.

In terms of skill, they should have fallen today, and Richter's application of armed fighting spirit was by no means beyond their reach.

It is not difficult to arm the fighting spirit to the hands and feet or to extend the weapon, increase the destructive power, and even emit the sword energy.

However, the control of compressing the qi so precisely that it only destroys the armor and separates the clothing without hurting the skin is beyond their reach.

The scarred knight's sword and destroyed armor in his hand already showed that he could not match the opponent in terms of the application of fighting spirit, or skill, or even courage.

If Richter had abandoned his naïve romantic fairy tales and decided to kill them, they would not have been able to resist them anyway.

The two stopped at the same time and stared at Richter in a confrontation.

Richter just closed his eyes, sensed the flow of breath and wind, and ignored the other party.

After calming down, the two have been here for a long time, and the other party has no support personnel, probably because Zuston got lost and took his anger out on each other.

'It's terrible to be a road idiot. Thinking to himself, Richter burst out laughing.

"Come on." After the laughter, Richter opened his eyes, stared at the two of them, and spoke calmly. Before he could finish speaking, Richter was already closing in.

It is true that there is no choice, and Richter's means are indeed not something they could have predicted, and they do not know at what angle, in what direction, or even with what force Richter's knife will come out of the scabbard.

They don't know, but they know that there is no way back at this point. The swords in the hands of the two men met them.

They may indeed have died, but they were confident that the battle would end with Richter's death.

I silently exclaimed in my heart: "For the love and happiness of the world!" "Two knights' swords were handed at the same time.

Richter drew his knife, a clean and crisp sound. However, this time the knife was drawn out of their imagination and beyond their imagination.

Richter didn't bet everything on a single draw, but drew his knife a little farther away, swinging it at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, forming a glittering knife curtain towards the two men.

At this time, the move has been handed out, and they have no way to change it. No matter who it is, no one can fight against inertia.

I could only witness the sword curtain come into contact with my own sword, and the sword collided violently with each other, and the two knight's swords broke in response.

I saw Richter put the knife into the scabbard with great speed and precision, and made the gesture of drawing the knife, right in front of him. No one can stop it.

In the face of the oppression of death, the two did not fear. They had done their best, and the sword in their hands was broken. Everything is his own imagination, but he ignores that the person in front of him is definitely an opponent who can be calculated reasonably.

Remorse, with the combined hands of the two, to deal with the formation of the royal knights, but because of carelessness to give his own life, he was misled by the so-called experience that he regarded as the most important.

At the same time, they were very excited inside, Richter was indeed a fighting genius.

It doesn't belong to any genre, it has a random knife technique, pure reaction and review of the current situation, and defeats the opponent with tactics.

It was truly exciting to be able to witness the birth of a combat genius, and even the horror of death was concealed, and even the knife that was about to be unsheathed seemed to become less terrifying.

However, the battle needs an ending, and both men simultaneously raise their broken swords and slash at Richter.

Richter stepped back, his hand not stopping, and at the same time drew his knife.

The fierce momentum of the knife out of the sheath pressed in, so that the two of them couldn't even grasp the sword in their hands. Get out of your hands and fly to the corner of the church.

Richter pointed a knife at the two men and said, "Don't move." At the same time, the two felt Richter's breath retract again without a trace.

Richter didn't want the other party to move again, because, just now he released all his qi just to break the opponent's sword, and the pain of the wound almost made Richter unable to even use the strength to raise the sword, let alone if the opponent had to fight to the death?

Indeed, as Richter had thought, the other party did not act rashly. Every time Richter only releases his breath when attacking, and when he is still, his restrained actions make the opponent feel that Richter still has the power to fight again.

With no sword in his hand, no bargaining chips to fight Richter, a desperate battle may be heroic, he may be a hero, but it is pointless to rush forward knowing that he will die, except for an extra life.

What's more, Richter had just flown off the swords of the two with his breath, and his intention had already shown that he didn't want to kill. In this case, there is no need to do it again, and you can do more by leaving your life behind.

The wisdom and courage of the two did make Richter admire, and the death was indeed heroic, but knowing how to endure is more precious, and without life, all ideals are just empty talk.

A true hero is not because you dare to sacrifice, but for what you sacrifice for. Daring to die is only a kind of courage, but knowing how to endure is even more courage.

On the other side of the Sanctuary, Barres quickly flipped through the ancient parchment in his hand, and different elements such as ice and fire were condensed by spells, attacking Russ from all directions.

Russ struggled to dodge the elemental magic that kept coming, but Barres just kept chanting spells to condense the ease of the elements in the atmosphere, and Russ was indeed in a bitter battle.

The fireball was about to hit Russ's back, but in the air, Russ didn't have any room to shine.

Russ gritted her teeth and armed herself with her fighting spirit, using her body to block the fireball.

"Hah...... Yes......! Although the power of the fireball was much removed by the fighting spirit, the element of fire still burned Russ's ronin cloak, and the scorching flames burned Russ's skin.

Barres really didn't expect Russ to do this, and Russ could have split the fireball with the sword in his hand.

Russ did what he did, and Barres could imagine it, quickly approaching him with the impetus of the fireball explosion. As you can guess, Russ's unhesitating determination and determination is truly astounding.

It's a pity that Barres is not a fledgling kid, on the contrary, he is still the oldest royal knight, and countless life-and-death fights have made him develop instincts.

Although he was shocked in his heart, the spell in his mouth did not stop. I saw Barres draw a few times in front of him with his right hand, and then, a magic circle appeared in the air, and then, the wind condensed into a shield in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

Russ did not hesitate, released the fighting qi to the maximum, condensed it into the sword, the sword body glowed, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed down.

The shield formed by the wind was split in half by the sword, and when everyone thought that the next move would be the end, the shield that was separated by the two halves suddenly exploded.

The wind that had been compressed to the limit dispersed, pushing Russ away, and even on his face, leaving many wounds on his hands that had been cut by the wind.

The wound did not bleed immediately, and when the scene calmed down, the wound began to bleed, and it did not seem to be serious.

At this time, Russ is really bad, his naked upper body is full of burn marks, wounds cut by the wind, and now I am afraid that the reaction of just moving the body will be very serious.

Russ's reaction was indeed fast, and he immediately protected himself with qi to prevent himself from losing too much blood.

It is impossible to send out an attack like the one just now, and if the body loses the protection of qi, I am afraid that I will be splashed with blood on the spot.

In any way, he lost, and now he doesn't even have the power to fight back. He could only watch as a blade formed by the wind slashed towards him.

Suddenly, a mirror appeared in front of him, and the Wind Blade entered the mirror and was reflected by the mirror. Fly towards Barres at the same speed.

"Bullying children? Barres, it seems, I was wrong with you before. Suddenly, a man came up the stairs, followed by two women.

Among the two women, one is Yakumo Xihong, while the other woman has the same delicate face as the man in the front.

"Russ, Richter, you're doing a good job, I'll leave the rest to Sister Yakumo." Yakumo Xihong said slowly.

"Next up must be our game, right?" The man and the woman walked slowly up to Russ, as if they were strolling through their own garden.

"Mira H. Typais?" Barres was not angry at the man's words.

"I've always wanted to see the power of your Holy Crest." Mira moved her body: "I haven't fought for a long time, and I guess my body is rusty, so let's warm up first." ”

The woman behind Mira, Noah Hee Typais, whispered, "Brother, we're just here to save people. ”

"Don't worry, Noah, he can't help us." Mira said and melted into Noah's body.

"The Holy Emblem of Phantoms made of twins is truly magical." Barres closed the parchment in his hand and placed it in his robe.

"Noah Het Typais, I wonder what kind of power you and your brother's souls can wield?" Barres looked eager to try.

The collision of the two Holy Emblem holders made the air seem to freeze.

Noah didn't talk nonsense, took a step forward, slashed with a knife, and a phantom with the same movement rushed out of his slender body and attacked Barres.

The terrifying nature of the Holy Emblem of Phantom is not an additional power like Mu You, but an alternation of illusion and reality.

Two souls, one body, no one knows, whether it is an entity or an illusion that is attacking them.

Moreover, whether it is a phantom or an entity, as long as it is attacked, it can cause damage to the entity, which can be said to be the most difficult Holy Emblem to deal with.

Barres wasn't absolutely confident, but, for years, he had been eager to fight the owner of the Phantasmal Holy Crest.

Barres knows very well that it is not the power given by the Holy Emblem that really determines the victory, but the strength of oneself, what kind of strength is the person who is known as the guardian? He had always wanted to know.