The completely insane bandit leader lunged at Loren desperately, the iron sword in his hand swinging desperately in front of him, like a wolf's claws, slicing through the air-tearing scream. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Loren didn't have any intention of retreating, his hands clenched the old knight's long sword, and the cold sword body was raised in a flat posture, like a hunter waiting for the prey to pounce on itself.

The oncoming iron sword swept down from the top of his head, but the black-haired wandering knight reversed the sword body, and completed the posture of raising the sword high in an instant, and in an instant, the opponent's attack direction slashed down!

"Bell-!"

The weight of the knight's long sword easily smashed Martin's weapon off, and the blade of the sword fell short and the bandit leader staggered for a while, and the pace under his feet couldn't stop at all because of inertia, and the two of them were almost close to each other in an instant.

Loren's right hand had lifted the hilt, and with his left hand he held the blade, and with all his strength, he stabbed the end of the hilt at Martin's face, which had been twisted by hideousness.

"Ahh

The sound of his nose bone shattering was completely drowned out by the screams, and Martin, who staggered and clutched his nose, took several steps back before stopping. Loren didn't choose to pursue, but stopped and raised his sword again, as if it were flowing water.

During the two or three years of wandering with the old knight Leonardo, the other party did not teach him much swordsmanship, only simple slashing and blocking. But that doesn't mean Loren couldn't see how the old knight used his sword and fought his enemies on all stripes - it might be a poor imitation, but that was enough.

"You ...... Damn little cubs, miscellaneous. Martin, who was covering his face, took his hand away little by little, leaving a bloody mark on his face, and said hideously word by word: "I really underestimate you!"

The narrow blade of the sword remained motionless, and Loren's eyes narrowed slightly—he had just relied on the other party's carelessness to take the lead, and this bandit leader would not be fooled a second time, no matter how stupid he was.

The next step is to fight hard.

The furious Martin slashed at the top of his head again, and Loren subconsciously wanted to block the blade, but this time the bandit leader didn't give him a chance at all, and the tip of the sword almost grazed the tip of Loren's nose, so that he had to dodge sideways.

The gap between the two men was much bigger than it seemed - the bandit leader was two heads taller than Loren, which meant that Loren had to be on his back to see the trajectory of the attack, and every sharp slash forced him to move and dodge.

Martin, who was like a mad dog, kept waving the iron sword in his hand one after another, this country robber obviously didn't learn any swordsmanship, but just by virtue of his physical advantage and that beast-like reflexes, he could push Loren, who had learned swordsmanship, into the dead end again and again!

The blade approached again and again, and Loren, with the knight's sword in both hands, widened his eyes to dodge and fend off what could kill him. Ain behind him was anxious, and he was terrified again and again - even if the little wizard didn't know swordsmanship, he could see that Loren was at a disadvantage now.

"Bell-!"

Blocking the opponent's sword again, the blade had already left a wound on Loren's right arm. This time he didn't hold on any longer, but took a slight step back.

The other party is completely crazy, and he is almost unable to hold it - Loren can feel his calves trembling, and his panting is getting thicker and thicker, and he will definitely not be able to fight Martin with a two-handed sword if he fights physically.

"Come on, little cub, come up!" Martin shouted frantically, "I can stab your knight lord to death, and see if I can tear you apart?!"

The advantage of the knight's sword is in terms of length, but because of the physique, this has become his disadvantage, and the opponent's height is more than his own, which means that he can attack the enemy's lower plate but the opponent cannot.

It's the only chance, but at the cost of your own life.

"Come on, boy, are you scared?!" Martin was still screaming frantically, he was really completely insane, he had always been cunning for the first time to crash into such a desperate place, and he couldn't even see the possibility of escaping, not even the slightest possibility!

He didn't even think about why he felt the fear of death from this damn little cub, he was like a hyena in a cage, and that kind of trembling from the bottom of his heart was definitely not fake.

I'm going to die in a place like this, slaughtered by this damn little bastard?

The crazy Martin can only hide his fear with his madness, like fantasizing about escaping the prey of the hunter's grasp, making the last struggle.

The two of them moved at the same time, with eyes that could break people into pieces, and pounced on each other without leaving any room.

In order to dodge Martin's sword, Loren desperately lowered his body, and rushed forward with his sword in both hands, facing the sword that the bandit leader slashed at his head.

The only difference was that this time not only did he not dodge, but he didn't even raise his sword to resist...... The sharp blade fell straight down like that, and it wasn't until the moment it was about to hit that Loren turned his head sideways and slashed heavily on his left shoulder!

Even if it was just a rough iron sword, the cold blade still tore through Loren's robe, slashed his shoulder blades, and directly spurted blood stained half of his body.

But the knight's sword in his hand had already penetrated into the opponent's lower plate - Loren, who was enduring the pain, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, pulled it back hard, and directly tore a huge hole in the inner thigh of the bandit leader!

He's dead!

"Ah!!!!hhh

Loren, who was kicked by this kick, fell to the ground like a sandbag, rolled several times in a row before stopping, the wound torn on his shoulder hurt like fire, and even lifting his arm became extremely difficult.

"You ...... Damn it...... Miscellaneous ......"

The bleeding bandit leader, I don't know where to find the idea made him stand up again, step by step to Loren lying on the ground with difficulty, his hideous expression became weaker and weaker, and everywhere he passed, there was a long "river of blood", but it still couldn't stop him.

"Even if I do have to go to hell...... That must be with you!" Martin, who was getting weaker and weaker, still stepped on Loren's chest, held the iron sword in his hand behind his hand, and aimed the tip of the sword at his face: "Give me death!"

"Loren, close your eyes-!"

The little wizard's screams could penetrate his eardrums, causing Loren to close his eyes without even thinking about it. Flying from Ain's fingertips, the "fireflies" emitting white light rushed towards the bandit leader with the momentum of "seeing death as home", and exploded in front of his eyes!

The bandit leader, who was blind in an instant, screamed and threw away the iron sword in his hand, instinctively covered his eyes and took half a step back. In just a moment, Loren, who was injured in the shoulder, dodged the falling blade sideways.

"I, my eyes...... My eyes are gone...... My eyes are gone......" The wailing bandit leader seemed to have forgotten that Loren was still alive, and he was getting weaker and weaker from the loss of blood, and the madman kept repeating the same sentence like a madman, stepping back step by step.

Loren, who picked up the knight's sword, barely stood up with his sword supported by his body, staggered and panted in front of the bandit leader, and pushed him to the ground without much strength at all.

Obviously, there is only half a step left before the chance to take revenge, but Loren is still the same as before, and he doesn't feel the slightest pleasure at all - the enemy who wants to defeat with his life is just a leper dog who is nothing.

"I remember you really wanted this sword, right?" said Loren, panting to himself, holding the hilt of the sword behind his back, aiming at his heart like the bandit leader just now, "Then you have to hold it steady!"

The blade pierced Martin's chest from top to bottom, and only a solid muffled sound could be heard in his chest, and the body of the bandit leader, who was already dying, twitched suddenly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Loren, and then completely dimmed.

"We're rich! We're rich! Holy Cross grandma is on top, we're rich!"

The robbers around him were still partying, but Martin would never dream of making a fortune.