"Bell ——!"

The clash of blades sparked dazzling sparks, and the Guardian Knight's face was expressionless, and the memories of the past came into his mind like fragments, and his ears seemed to recall the words of Farnes again.

"Any idea why the Sword of Oath has to strip you of your name, your identity?

Because this oath is not a knight, or even a burden that one person can bear, it is a mission from the Holy Cross, and by making this oath it means that your destiny is maintained in your mission.

You are not wielding your sword for yourself, but for the Holy Cross.

You who bear this oath are carrying out the will of the Holy Cross, and the Holy Cross is invincible;

So, you're invincible!"

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the frenzy passed through the eyes of the guard knight like flames.

At the moment of sliding and dodging, the black-haired wizard suddenly shuddered!

The guard knight in front of him swung his sword more and more violently, gradually losing his discipline, like an awakened beast crazy and desperate, rampage at himself, using all the strength of his body to slash, to swing the long sword full of collapses.

No matter how to dodge and retreat, dodging with all their might was to no avail, the guard knights all bit themselves and refused to let go, the distance between the two sides was always limited to three steps, and the slightest hesitation and the stormy sword wind would rush towards them!

If it can't be distanced, then the power of the Turin Fire must be limited to an extremely low level, otherwise there is a risk of doom, and the battle of Crucible is enough to prove that the damage of that power is useless;

In the same way, he couldn't use the "Force Impact" at the extreme kill distance of three steps - before he could raise his hand, the Mithril longsword that could cut through steel would tear his left arm into a piece of rotten flesh!

The sword blade danced, and Loren could only parry again and again with the bright silver in his hand, and the sparks that collided, intertwined, and splashed again and again were fleeting in the blizzard, and flickered again and again!

The gray-blue sword light continued to slide past the spine of the sword, leaving wounds on the body of the guard knight again and again, but none of them were critical, and the other party had no intention of dodging, and the gushing blood could not stop his steps.

It won't help at all if it goes on like this, the strategy must be changed!

The other party has seen through his skills and methods, and he has also seen through that he will not fight with him, and it is impossible to use the trick of Crucible Town a second time, and Loren does not believe that this person can be fooled again.

Sure enough, the best way to deal with wizards is to close the distance and keep pushing forward, without giving any breathing time within three steps......

During the fight, Loren, who had not forgotten to laugh at himself, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and blocked the long sword that stabbed him in the cheek with a horizontal slash, and the exploding sword flicked off the tip of the guard knight's sword, but it was only for a moment...... In the blink of an eye, the fierce sword wind burst into his chest like substance.

Wait, for a moment?

That's right, the essence of "Bright Silver" is not a so-called metal weapon, it is not substantial, it is more appropriate to say that it is an explosion - so if you want to block your own attack, the opponent must use more force, and at the same time as bounce away, there will inevitably be a moment of "weightlessness" due to inertia.

This is impossible to avoid, and it will inevitably be more obvious because of the strength of the force.

In an instant, it's just a blink of an eye.

The sword wind roared, and the crazy guard knight's eyes were already red, like a storm approaching within three steps of Loren's feet, and the touch of death was even colder than a blizzard!

The expressionless Loren instinctively blocked, and his violently trembling pupils constantly looked for opportunities on the other side - the rampaging guard knight was simply full of flaws from head to toe, but the stormy sword wind would also chop itself to pieces the moment he succeeded.

Blocking, blocking, and dodging are all simple to say, but when a fierce beast is not afraid of death and rushes at you with a sharp blade, it's a different story;

It's a paradox, if you can attack the other party, it proves that the other party can attack you too, and the end result must be the same end, and Loren is very sure that the knight in front of him will be happy to do so.

But he didn't want to!

The gray-blue sword slashed head-on, and the frantically advancing guard knights didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, holding the sword in both hands and slashing horizontally, the cold blade tearing the air and sweeping towards the black-haired wizard's neck.

The biting chill was approaching, almost making Loren think that his neck had been severed!

"Bell ——!"

With a violent impact, a gray-blue beam of light grazed the spine of the sword, deflecting the longsword's trajectory with explosive inertia, and the guard knight was unable to resist the force, and the blade was swept away.

Here's your chance!

Loren let go of his right hand, and snapped his fingers in the other party's sight, and the guard knight, whose pupils contracted suddenly, did not mean to stop at all.

But this time it's not "Turin Fire", nor is it "Force Impact".

Just a small, hover spell......

Only then did the cold-faced guard knight sense the impact of his wrist, and the long sword had been completely deviated in an unconscious moment, even if it was only for a moment, he was already empty!

That's right, a split second is enough......

Loren clenched the shiny silver hilt in both hands, and the gray-blue sword spewed out like a burning spear, stabbing straight into the chest of the guard knight.

Who's going to retreat this time?!

It's too late to parry, and if you dodge, you will be cut off by the sword... But the Guardian Knight did not choose either, but as usual, he lunged at the sword that stabbed him, clutching the sword that had been bounced away, and swept forward:

"Ahhh——!!!!hhh

The guard knight roared with all his might, and the black-haired wizard who felt the piercing sword wind narrowed his eyes into a slit, and at that moment he squatted down, and the bright silver that stabbed out changed to a split, and the gray-blue sword light was aimed at the guard knight's right arm.

Stagger, turn, dodge, swing your sword!

Like a dragonfly dotting water, the black-haired wizard who recalled the moves of the elves of the Morning Star Forest did it in one go, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if even time had stood still.

By the time the guard knight's sword fell, the expressionless Loren was already standing five steps behind him.

"Poof——!

The sound of flesh and tendons being torn was heard from the right arm of the Guardian Knight, with a gushing of blood.

The cold-faced expression of the guard knight distorted instantly, and he turned to stare at the figure of the black-haired wizard, his right arm dyed red still clutching the long sword full of crumbles in his hand.

But that doesn't make much sense anymore... If the muscles are torn, you may be able to barely support it, but if you break even the tendons, you will not be able to raise the sword anyway.

A knight who lost his sword-wielding right hand was no longer afraid.

The black-haired wizard had no intention of stepping forward again, and the bright silver in his hand also withdrew from his waist, and looked at the guard knight who was five steps away from him with a calm face.

That expression, like a winner looking at a loser.

"Loren Turin, do you think you've won......" the Guardian Knight's face darkened, and he screamed feverishly:

"Do you think it's over?!"

"Not what I thought. The black-haired wizard gasped quietly, and he didn't feel good just now:

"That's the end of it. ”

"No, it's not over yet, it won't end like this!"

The long sword full of crumbles stuck in the ice and snow under his feet, and the half-kneeling guard knight grasped the hilt of the sword with his only left hand, and the frenzy in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest:

"My lord, grant me salvation to the lowly, and allow me to fight for you......

Let the light of the Holy Cross shine on us once again——!!!!"

Drawing his sword, the chanting Guardian Knight stood up again, brandishing the sword in his hand and desperately charging at the black-haired wizard who was close at hand!

Loren, who was standing in place, had no intention of dodging at all, and there was still a trace of admiration in the pupils of the other party's figure.

No matter how disgusting the church is, such a person is simply not to be annoying......

Raising his right hand slightly, the crimson rune once again floated in the palm of his hand - from the beginning, Loren's tactic was to keep the two sides away enough, this is not a warehouse in Crucible, as long as you are away from a safe distance, you don't have to worry about the "Turin Fire" affecting you.

So, it's really over......

Flames erupted from the palms, and golden-red beams of light flashed through the blizzard.

In an instant, countless fires exploded beside the guard knight!