As Stuart's top class, the Blood Knight has shown top-notch combat effectiveness worthy of its status.

Even from the opponent's side, it must be admitted that the "blood energy" of these people - Richard just came up with the name just a few minutes ago - is really very good.

The variety of his tactics was an eye-opener for the lord of Alpine Fort, and at the last moment, he was still holding a thin stabbing sword in his hand and slashing horizontally. The next moment, the centaur arrow rain flew, and seeing that it could not be blocked, the long sword immediately melted into blood and water to open a thin film, and the arrows were bounced away one by one like a shield.

There are no gaps in the form switching, and it is obvious that I have trained many times. If you have the opportunity to return to the field in the future, you can also make a lot of money by selling your art.

You must know that the strength of the Blood Knight is not weaker than that of the bull, and if the opponent is an ordinary soldier, they can easily crush and kill with strength alone. In terms of the strength shown in hand-to-hand combat, it is definitely second to none stronger than Richard since his debut, and even stronger than the barbarian samurai!

And they will have a very evil trick, when Richard just kicked two death-seeking halberders, and slashed a blood knight with a sword to doubt life. As a result, before he could continue his combo, the blood knight suddenly let go of his hand and let the long sword slip from his palm.

The lord's first instinct was to think that he had given up on himself, and was about to collect his head. As a result, the long sword actually got rid of the inertial restriction in mid-air, and flew flexibly as if it had life, flying straight towards Richard's face armor!

This time it is quite a bit of a sword, but it is undoubtedly many times more concealed and damaged. Very few people can resist unexpected evil moves purely by reacting, and the lord relied on his wits in a hurry at that moment, he abandoned his sword and clenched his fist and waved his hand, and after a crisp sound, the blood sword turned into plasma and splashed his head all over his face.

"Damn!" Richard spat out thick phlegm, and knew that his back must be full of cold sweat without reaching out to touch it.

The barbarian samurai can't do it, everyone has the skills and quick wit of the lord, and he has been hit several times in succession. If it weren't for the high quality of the face armor and the blessing of the stone skin technique, this loss alone would have been so heavy that Richard couldn't even cry.

However, the Stuart version of the "Flying Sword" is not fast, and once there is a precaution in advance, the effect will be greatly reduced. When the Blood Knight found out about this, he didn't want to use it lightly.

Because once the blade in the hand is hit hard, it is easy to get out of control and fall to the ground and reduce it to plasma. The total amount of human blood is limited, which is obviously an important factor in limiting the combat effectiveness of the Blood Knight, and there is no room for the slightest squander.

Their offense is honestly just like that, strong is strong, but it can't take advantage of the barbarians who are far outnumbered by them. The real strength is that the defense is really leaky. There is little other way than to defeat their blood system.

The blood sword is lighter and more agile than the steel sword, and it can be turned into a film when it is really urgent, and it is not a problem to cover half of the body, it is even more tortoise shell than a tortoise shell.

Although it is not difficult to see on closer inspection, each collision causes the Blood Knight to lose control of some of his blood, and the dots of liquid are scattered everywhere, casting a thick, damp smell of iron in the air.

But to rely on this to drag them out until they lose too much blood is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Coupled with those euphorbia warriors who rushed up like they didn't want to die, the high and low combinations were reasonable, and the quantity and quality were not lacking, and the mountain fort was still caught in the first hard battle since its establishment, and I realized what it was like to be difficult.

Richard only felt that it had not been long since the fight began, and the fifteen-minute glow surge time had already been exhausted. With his own strength alone, although he can defeat the Blood Knight, he can no longer directly kill the enemy with a single blow with all his strength as he did at the beginning.

I've been chopping and chopping the turtle shell all the time, to be honest...... My hands are a little numb and my arms are a little sore.

............

Capet slumped in his chair, gasping for breath with his mouth wide open like a suffocating fish. He has a high level of fighting spirit, and his combat effectiveness as a swordsman is superior. But at this moment, it seems that all the strength has been drained to the point that there is not a drop left, and he can't even straighten his waist.

The first snow of the 21,000-year-old calendar came a little earlier than in previous years. And with the arrival of winter, it seems that there is still his whole life.

The youngest nephew Fontaine is dead, Cervantes is dead, and the griffon's ambitions are almost over.

It all happened in less than an hour, so fast that he couldn't help but suspect that he was dreaming, but unfortunately it wasn't.

The enemy, who had thought that would be quickly dealt with by the Blood Knights, not only did not show any signs of collapse, but instead wrapped all the Blood Knights and Legionnaires like a magnet.

His eyes were in a trance, looking into the distance, where a dragon was beginning to accelerate under the impetus of his driver. As the hooves fell, even he could feel a slight tremor coming from the ground.

As a qualified military commander, Capet knew exactly what was going to happen next, even if he thought on his toes. But he could only watch, because there were no more troops to deploy up and down the legion. Even if there were, it would not be possible to withstand the charge of the ground dragoons.

The Blood Knights and Euphorbia were still fighting, and they didn't notice that the pool of blood was rippling beneath their feet, and it became more and more noticeable as time passed.

"Run!" Capet's shouts were insignificant on the battlefield.

There was a "boom" sound, announcing that the walls of Chaksh had officially become history.

The dry mud and wood were propelled into the air with great force, and at the same time appeared the head of the Earth Dragon, the Cool Xiao Dragon, and the tip of the cold and glistening spear.

This scene was like cold water poured on the head, which made many euphorbia warriors who were immersed in the bloody battle of life and death forcibly wake up. Their courage quickly evaporated with the restoration of their sanity, and each began a wonderful journey with his head in his arms.

But the Blood Knight didn't run, none of them ran, which is no longer something that bravery or perseverance can explain. It seems that the rumor that their minds are affected by the magic stone and that they are overly addicted to killing is not a bunch of nonsense like the Stuart royal family.

"Awesome, worthy of the elite. Richard smiled and kicked the bald man who had just passed two moves with him, and although the blood shield did not break because of this, the whole person inevitably flew upside down.

"Elite? "In the armor on the back of the earth-walking dragon, there was a roar of urns and a wild laugh.

The tip of the spear adjusted slightly, and the impact of the thousands of pounds of weight of the Sgar Earth Walking Dragon converged on the tip of the spear. When he hit the blood knight, it was like a sewing needle piercing a soap bubble, and it shattered with a "pop".

And such voices are ringing one after another as the Sgars harness their earth-walking dragon brothers closer.