When Richard abandoned his sword and punched, Beruni was certainly not idle.

Fist for fist, foot for foot.

The most direct explosive competition, the most fancy-free defense test.

On one side is the ultimate fierce man who can suppress the dragon, and on the other side is the unparalleled sword saint of the world. Their too special identity gives this fist and foot fight, which is not essentially different from street hooligan fighting, an unusually cruel and fierce taste.

Over there, the five people of the High Mountain Fort had just died in the Ice and Snow Patriarch, and they were about to rush over to help.

They go hand in hand, they are like rainbows.

They stopped abruptly, and there was nothing they could do.

Looking at the dizzying fierce fight in mid-air, he could only take a deep breath and retreat backwards. Any move can cause ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, and it is like facing the illusion of facing a huge ocean of waves.

Where can outsiders intervene!

Hurt snapped an arrow to the bowstring, so nervous that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

As the No. 1 archer in Gaoshan Castle, his superb archery skills are unimaginable to ordinary people. Shooting through poplar leaves from a hundred steps away is just a pediatric effort, and Hurt can give a mosquito a leg amputation at a distance of 500 paces without worrying about life-threatening amputation!

Don't look at the unpredictable figures of the two sides, if you change to a wooden target of the same difficulty, at least seventy or eighty percent sure that you can hit the target you want to hit.

However, one of them was his own lord, so that this centaur lost the decisiveness that a marksman should have for the first time, and he couldn't make up his mind with a solemn face.

"Let them fight. Elizabeth held Fang Tian's halberd, "If Richard is at a disadvantage, we will go up and help." ”

"Aren't we giving it for nothing......" Carlos didn't have any blood on his face.

The little confidence that he brought from sitting in the well and watching the sky and never seeing the world had been shattered by the violent scene in front of him, like a natural disaster.

"It is the duty of a vassal to rescue the king. "Dracula doesn't like it.

During the conversation, the situation on the field changed abruptly.

It is clear that Richard was gradually gaining the upper hand. After all, in hand-to-hand combat, the simpler and more convenient things are, the more affordable and easy to use, such as the freakish power of the lord.

Without the help of blades and no time to breathe, the power of Dou Qi cannot be fully exerted.

The current predicament is extremely embarrassing for Beluni, and it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be accidentally drawn into the rhythm of the opponent. As long as he can have even a little time to rest, he can forcibly breathe and perform more fighting qi secret techniques, and he may not be able to turn the tables.

But as a would-be criminal, researching the various types of potential adversaries is someone's greatest hobby.

Richard was well aware that despite the many advantages of the elemental system, there was one flaw that could not be avoided anyway - that is, it was absolutely impossible to truly do it all. Therefore, the mage must recite a mantra, the swordsman must breathe, and even the priest must pretend to pray.

However, physical strength does not have to suffer from this bird qi, and there is almost no problem of exertion.

Therefore, for him, the ideal situation is to hammer him to death with a quick fight, leaving the opponent half a chance to breathe, which is a crime!

But Beruni is a sword master after all, and his understanding, capture and interpretation of fighters are all the same acumen that Richard has seen in his life.

Even if the situation is unfavorable, he has never been discouraged. Desperate to forcibly raise his breath, he opened his mouth and spurted out a puddle of blood.

A little bit of blood beads actually formed a cross blade, wrapped in Sen Han's sharp breath and straight into Richard's face!

Just as Beruni didn't expect the other party to be able to pull the bracer out of thin air, the lord didn't expect the other party to be able to play this hand of "blood as a soldier".

With the purity of the Sword Master's fighting spirit, if this mouthful of old blood is solid, piercing through the three layers of plate armor will be as easy as drinking water. Richard's magic resistance is indeed not bad, but it is not to the point where he can resist the blade with a hard face.

But Belouni's desperate move actually released an empty cannon!

High above Richard's head, he pulled a straight path of cold mist hundreds of yards in the air, and exploded with a thud.

The heart in the lord's chest is so good that a group of centaurs are jumping like tap dances, and their backs are slimy, and they know that they are all in cold sweat without touching them.

The strong stimulation of almost capsizing in the gutter made him stand motionless in mid-air for half a day.

But Berruni did nothing, letting the good time pass for nothing.

Of course, it was not because of his soft-heartedness, but because a sword blade "grew" out of his heart.

In this competition, where both sides are holding back their bad thoughts, in the end, it is still a little faster and so insignificant than the lord of the mountain castle!

The former Stuart monarch slowly looked down and said with infinite amazement: "I lost. ”

He staggered to the ground and sat cross-legged.

Richard was certain that Beluni would die, for the sword had completely crushed the heart. But after all, the fighting spirit of the Sword Saint level was powerful enough, even if his heart was broken, it could help him last a little longer.

A Blood Stone might have saved Beluni's life, but no one else in the room would have given him that chance.

His series of actions—killing his wife, destroying his country, and killing his friends—may be regarded as the madness and madness of a genius swordsman.

But from that moment on, no one will be willing to help this madman anymore.

After all, since you choose to betray the whole world, don't complain about being abandoned by the whole world.

"There was speculation that Nero should have received a treasure in order to advance to the Magister in the Barren Age, replacing the name 'Deep Blue Magic Well'. The lord hurriedly took the opportunity to ask, "And I think that the reason why every generation of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church has a magister-level magic level is also thanks to that treasure, do you know something?"

He was so sure that this thing must contain a lot of secrets, and he hurried against the clock to inquire about it, hoping that the former monarch would come and die.

"There's no deep blue well. In the face of impending death, Belouni's face was very calm, "Nero was able to advance to the rank of Magister in the barren era because he found a world where the elemental tides were more abundant, and his madness also stemmed from this. As for why the Ice Patriarch is of an unusual level - Sebastian has a bracelet on his wrist. ”

"What's going on on the other side of the rift?"

"Three Titans who claim to be Protoss, one of them is a true god according to them, that is, he has the same level of magic as a Magister. The former Stuart monarch said with regret, "Originally, I planned to kill them after advancing to the Sword Saint, but it turned out that I didn't have time, it's a pity. ”

"Why kill them?"

"They taught me how to restrain madness with pain. ”