"But then again, she's a delicate little girl after all, can she do it?" Yeyu's gaze lingered on Elizabeth, "If Eragon hadn't lied, that elven swordsman's level would have been quite unusual." Even if your little lover is not weak, he will suffer a lot when he fights. ”

It's really no wonder that Yeyu is suspicious.

The fighting spirit does not have as many bells and whistles as spells, and it really wants the swordsmen of both sides to fight swords. Except for having to demarcate a ring range, the rules are almost the same as actual combat, and whoever falls first loses.

From this point, it can also be seen that the status of swordsmen and mages is really different.

In an actual combat environment, strength is also an important part of combat effectiveness. And as we all know, females have little capital to compete with males in terms of strength, and this is true even when it comes to dragons.

Even if there are a few female swordsmen who are talented and sharp in actual combat, they are often heroic players with five big and three thick, and the calluses on their hands are thicker than cowhide.

It can't be helped—beauty and power are like two sides of the same coin, and it's always hard to appear at the same time.

A beautiful woman like Elizabeth has slender and white fingers that can't see half of the calluses. If it weren't for the elemental fluctuations, it would be remarkable, and Yeyu could almost be identified as a useless embroidered pillow.

"Don't engage in sexism if you're a mother. Richard rolled his eyes at her.

In these days, it is too common to judge people by their appearance, and he thought in his heart that if Elizabeth was allowed to go out in battle in the future, he should get an iron mask to cover his face, the more hideous the better. The province is obviously of an extraordinary level, but it is always treated as a soft-footed shrimp because of its beautiful appearance.

"Richard, it's not me putting pressure on you. Prince Schmidt couldn't help but come over, and said hurriedly, "But if we lose this game again, we will really lose our old faces." ”

"Now that this is the case, what do you say?" the lord squinted at him.

"There are still a few high-ranking swordsmen in the court, why don't you pull them out first to save the ......," Prince Schmidt's voice became quieter and quieter.

He himself knew that the court swordsman was an ordinary high-level at best. Saying weak is certainly not weak, but to say how strong it is is purely ridiculous and generous.

The swordsman who was brought out by the Venerable Master as a killer also claimed to have opened up the road of the Sword Master, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the chances of winning were very small.

"Rest assured, I absolutely believe in Elizabeth's martial arts and vindictiveness. Richard put his arm around the shoulders of the two of them, his face full of old looks and calm and composed.

Seeing that he was so confident, Prince Schmidt and Yeyu were a little relieved, and for the time being, they chose to believe in the eyes of the lord of Alpine Castle. After all, the shadow of the tree of man's name,

"She's been practicing for two or three months. Richard then added.

Prince Schmidt clutched his chest and almost had a heart attack on the spot.

"My sword will always fight for you, my lord!" said Elizabeth.

There was a cracking sound, and the excess skirt was cut by the blade, revealing half of the white calf.

Richard pursed his lips, and he didn't know which third-rate knight's lines he saw from them, which were simply sour.

"Ready!" he pulled a gold coin from his wallet and placed it on his thumb.

The forest elves were all hiding in the turquoise magic shield that Iragon had held up. The surrounding guests also retreated one after another, leaving room for the two swordsmen. Thankfully, the palace fountain square is spacious enough for most people to retreat to a safe and secure distance.

There are only a few warriors who do not retreat, and I don't know whether they are heroic or reckless.

Richard knew on his toes that they would rather risk their lives than see the elven swordsman in person.

After all, for any country, the meaning that the word "Sword Master" can represent is not trivial, and it cannot be overstated.

"Lend me your earrings. Lord Lord suddenly said to Yeyu.

"Why?" said the ancient dragon as he took off the earrings, "this one must be pierced in the ear before it can be used. ”

The lord didn't say a word, but pierced his bloody ears and eyes on the spot, grinned in pain, and then secretly transmitted to Elizabeth with the function of accommodating sound into silk: "You fight for a while, don't win Dominic as soon as you come up, and try to test the details of this goods." ”

It was only when he saw those bold foreign envoys that he remembered that he should take the opportunity to obtain more information.

As long as Elizabeth plays a close scene, the other party has to use all his strength.

In fact, it doesn't have to be transmitted to the secret, it is completely okay to shout directly in person, but Richard is worried that Prince Schmidt, who is already very sluggish, will fight with him.

As for losing?

With an unimaginably deep spiritual origin, Elizabeth's ability to control the fighting spirit can only be described as a pervert at all!

Such an Elizabeth can still lose about the same chance as the Titans immediately lead their troops to kowtow to humans.

Seeing that the crying bag nodded slightly, the lord took off the earrings and returned them to Yeyu to hide his merits and fame.

"Ready!"

Both sides hold their swords close to each other, completing the etiquette of being a swordsman.

With a flick of Richard's fingers, the coin bounced high into the air, flew to its highest point, and then fell downward. Falling on the granite floor, the "ding" sound was particularly abrupt in the silence.

"Let's go!"

The wind, suddenly, began to flow.

At first, it was just a gentle flutter, like a lover's warm breath. But it soon became violent, and the branches of the holly tree bent with it, making an overwhelming creak!

A few stumps and fallen leaves were carried by the wind, circling around the sword fighting field at a rapid pace!

The closest "observers" had to step back a bit, lest they be swept up and killed.

"You little lover...... The road seems to be a bit wild. "Yeyu is Yeyu in the end, it can be seen at a glance that it is unusual, and his brows are furrowed towards the middle.

Elizabeth is spreading her own wind fighting spirit to the surrounding environment to create her own "momentum"!

This practice is not only a great test of control ability, but more importantly, the speed of douqi consumption is almost open to flood discharge. If an ordinary swordsman dares to do this, it can basically be equated with suicide.

But looking at Elizabeth's relaxed face, it was obviously not enough to cause her any burden.

The elven swordsman named Dominic also seemed to realize that if he let his opponent continue to build up momentum, the odds would be infinitely slim.

With a swing of the long sword, the red fighting flame on the blade was no more than the size of a broad bean, and it was even inferior to a mid-level swordsman who had just learned to release his fighting spirit. But it's so bright and hot that you don't dare to look at it directly!

He was like a fluttering butterfly fluttering in the wind, with a bright fighting spirit, leaving a straight track on Richard's retina that would not disperse for a long time, piercing Elizabeth like an arrow!