Although the lord doesn't look down on the forest elves, he also has to admit that Dominic's interpretation of the fighting spirit is also very different from the mainstream, and he has obviously gone out of his own way.

Both he and Elizabeth are far superior to the average high-ranking swordsman, and they are two diametrically opposed extremes.

The crying bag does not hesitate to use the vindictive spirit like splashing water. This is because her spiritual origin is strong enough, and the speed of recuperation is not ordinarily fast, and her strong capital is naturally extraordinarily casual to use.

And Dominic, as a forest elf, also wants that kind of strong origin is pure pipe dream.

In fact, this is also a common dilemma faced by swordsmen across the continent - talent limitations, they can't be as flooded as Elizabeth. So how to break a copper with a limited capital into a two-petal flower is a matter of opinion.

In this regard, Dominica's answer is to concentrate and concentrate as much as possible, seeking higher quality rather than quantity. Belonging to the "rather eat a good peach, than gnaw a basket of bad apricots" theory of the pursuers, take the route of breaking noodles with points.

Judging from the actual combat performance, his choice is really not completely unreasonable!

Richard watched as the two long swords spelled out a little spark in mid-air, and the clanging sound of the blades clashing was endless, like a rainstorm falling to the ground!

Both sides are still in the tentative stage, but the battle is enough to dazzle people!

It must be admitted that if it weren't for Dracula's surprise advantage last time, there is a good chance that Dominica would not be an opponent.

This is a true swordsman, talented, thoughtful, and foundational, and even makes the lord can't help but feel a little talented.

However, that little thought is also fleeting, and it is insignificant in the face of the major issue of right and wrong.

"A beautiful woman, but a thief. Richard said with emotion.

"What did you say?" asked Prince Schmidt.

"I said this kid has two hands. ”

"Definitely. Yeyu nodded, "Elf dance swordsmanship, such a beautiful and gorgeous martial art." However, it can take into account practicality, and it is worthy of the most advocating aesthetic elf style. ”

Richard scoffed at this, "For a martial art, the only commendable attribute is practicality. Sword dancing is first and foremost beautiful and gorgeous, and it can only be said to be 'balanced' in terms of practicality, which is the biggest failure in itself. ”

"But if that's not the case, is it still called an elf?"

"Can't say that. Richard said as he looked at the situation on the field, "The forest elves are used to living a peaceful life in the Hengduan Forest, so there are so many untimely things. On the contrary, other elves in difficult situations have been taught by life to be pragmatic, and in my opinion they are more successful than them. ”

He also has a few steppe elf rangers under him, but he doesn't have so many sour chirps.

It's time to beat the stuffy stick, put anesthetics, and make it not ambiguous at all when you flirt with your yin feet, how to get affordable, and you are deeply trusted by the lord.

"I said you weren't in a hurry!" said Prince Schmidt wiped his palms vigorously on his gown, leaving two sweaty palm prints.

He was covered in fine sweat on his forehead, probably not just because of the heat.

If Pompeii really loses to the forest elves today, he doesn't have the face to face the cynicism of the world.

"You can't lose. The lord smiled.

Elizabeth is using the newly formed "wind" to constantly blow half-moon-shaped wind blades towards her opponent, using her fighting spirit with the style of magic.

At the level of both sides, the power of these wind blades is really not very good. Dominic's highly condensed flame fighting qi continued to break through the wind blade like a steel needle piercing through straw paper!

But there are so many wind blades that they are almost suffocating. Change to a swordsman whose martial arts level is slightly inferior, but I'm afraid that I will have already explained!

Dominic is a master of two brushes, and he is so stubborn that he can't fall.

However, it is not difficult for a discerning person to see that the current situation is very unfavorable to him. If it continues like this, defeat is only a matter of time.

"Drink!" Dominic's muscles on both sides of his eyes burst out, and he opened his mouth to let out a low roar!

Obviously, he also knew that he was in a bad situation, and began to hope that he would use his killer moves to solve his opponent directly.

A bright and fiery blade swung from his long sword, even distorting his vision slightly!

With Dominica's condensation, the power of this blade can be imagined!

Around Elizabeth, the wind had reached the point of near-rage. Even the hard granite floor is occasionally cut into deep crevices by the wind blade!

Elizabeth held her sword flat and stabbed it slowly at the blade. From the moment of contact, the blade began to shatter inch by inch under the blade! No matter how the wind howled and how the fighting spirit surged, it would not help!

"It's over!" Prince Schmidt took a deep breath and tugged on Richard's sleeve, "Hurry up and save people first!"

"You see clearly. The lord pulled it away helplessly.

The power of the blade is amazing, but it's not endless. After destroying most of the long swords, they finally exhausted all their power, and they could no longer advance an inch.

From a visual point of view, it is indeed very thrilling - just a little bit to hurt Elizabeth's finger, just a little bit, but unfortunately this little bit is just a stone's throw away!

"You lost. ”

The situation was clear at a glance, Elizabeth clearly had some energy left, and Dominic was struggling to stand.

"I lost. The elven swordsman laughed miserably.

He's shown his highest level, but a loss is a loss, there's no excuse.

Elizabeth's turban to cover her arthropods suddenly split into two pieces, and one of them was swept into the wind and flew into the distance.

The eight short limbs on either side of her head were completely exposed to the air, and instead of looking ugly, they added a different kind of fierce demeanor. Surrounded by strong winds, like demons!

The blade was not useless, at least the last bit of strength remained, cutting through the turban.

The howling wind had not completely stopped, Elizabeth stood in the eye of the wind and reached out and touched her head, turned her head to Richard and said innocently: "It's gone, what should I do?"

"You little lover can do it!" Yeyu shook the lord vigorously, but he was more excited than him, "It's so cool, it's so cool." ”

For a while, the field was as quiet as promised.

The performance of the two swordsmen has broken through the upper limit of ordinary people's perception of fighting spirit.

In comparison, Elizabeth's heterogeneous identity is nothing at all.

"How could you lose! You've seen the Juggernaut Codex!"

Richard saw that there was a deep disbelief and doubt in the eyes of the old vegetable gang of Iragon, which made him so happy that he couldn't help himself.

"Her vindictiveness is stronger than mine. Dominic shook his head slightly, "The skills are not as good as people, there is nothing to say." ”