The three of them on the river beach struggled for a few more seconds, and the short armored man had already gained the upper hand visibly, leaving several wounds on the two opponents.

Although it was not a fatal injury, it also slowed down their movements to a great extent, and they were about to be unable to support it.

There was a clear difference in strength between the two sides, and the short man obviously didn't go all out, and he seized the opportunity to kill the other party several times, but in the end, the blade still staggered the key point.

She didn't seem to want to kill.

But the two opponents were a little ignorant of what to do, and they did not flinch, and they were still in a posture of resting until death, as if the two sides had a hatred of killing their father and seizing the foundation.

And beside the river beach, in a dense pile of bushes, there was suddenly a trace of unnatural shaking, and in the tiny cracks of the bushes, something was faintly flickering with a cold light.

It was a bolt that had been set up, and it was already aimed at the short vest!

The man with the crossbow, dressed in a strange camouflage, lay in the bushes, completely integrated with it, and even if he got closer, he couldn't tell that there was actually a person hiding here.

He held a crossbow bow in his hand, which was also camouflaged, and judging from the mystical magic patterns that were faintly exposed on it, and the little blue light on the arrow, this crossbow was of extraordinary quality, and its power was probably not weaker than that of a firearm.

The man stared coldly at the battlefield with a pair of piercing eyes, completely ignoring the lives of the other two companions, and still patiently waiting for the short man to make a flaw.

He needed a chance to hit hard, even fatally, with one blow.

Old Voldemort.

His two companions, who were only seventh-order heroes, could not threaten this eighth-order short man at all, and their only value was to use their life-saving characteristics and the weakness of the short man's soft heart to create opportunities for the third person.

Only this sneak attacker, who is also an eighth-order, is the real killer move.

At this time, the battle on the river beach had been going on for five minutes, and the short man seemed to be a little impatient, stopped the attack, and took the initiative to speak:

"Don't fight, you're no match for me."

A pleasant and beautiful female voice, a very standard girl's cute voice.

The two opponents also looked at each other and fell silent, as if intending to surrender.

The movements and vigilance of the short man have also decreased a lot.

This is the sneak attacker in the bushes, the opportunity that has been waiting for a long time!

He raised the crossbow arrow slightly, recalibrated the crosshair, and at the same time poured the spiritual power of his whole body into the bow, and a spiral air flow appeared on the arrow.

There were no exaggerated and flashy visual effects, and there was no major movement, he had already prepared this silent fatal blow.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the bushes around him shook slightly, and a fluffy little milk cat jumped out of it.

The sneak attacker was taken aback.

Cat? Why are there cats here?

Before he could think about it, he suddenly felt himself stiffen, and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably slightly.

This is an instinctive reaction that he has been training for many years, and it is sharper than his brain.

Immediately afterward, he felt a majestic coercion, like a sea of mountains coming from behind him, as if a mountain more majestic than the whole world was rolling towards him.

In the face of this real coercion, he couldn't turn back, he couldn't see it with his own eyes, and he couldn't even think about it.

His brain had instinctively given up thinking, and there was only a blank space......

When the attacker came back to his senses, he felt a huge tearing pain in his chest, and the tip of a sword had pierced his chest.

But strangely, there was not a single drop of blood on the blade?

He tried to open his mouth, as if trying to say something.

Unfortunately, before he could speak, a large beam of shining sword light wrenched him into pieces......

"You should be glad you can only die once......"

Rohr said coldly.

Then he threw his sword into the air, holding the scabbard in his left hand and tapping his right hand lightly on the surface of the scabbard as if he were playing a harp.

The sword that was thrown into the air was magically suspended in mid-air, as if it was held by an invisible hand, and then turned into a streamer and galloped towards the remaining two enemies.

The two people in charge of containment saw a light flash from the bushes, and their hearts suddenly rejoiced, and a vicious sneer appeared on the corner of their mouths.

But in the next second, the silver light pierced through the armor of the two men, shattered their hearts, and then flew back into the bushes.

This move is the third mystery of family swordsmanship.

The name is "three"

Originally, I thought about calling it "Imperial Sword Technique", "Flying Sword", "Please Baby Turn Around" or something.

As a result, when I got older, I didn't feel worthy of such a name, so I changed it......

Compared with the first and second of the Aoyi, the power and speed of the Mystery III are not the fastest, and the attack range is not the widest, but the advantage is in range and flexibility, not to mention taking people's heads thousands of miles away, at least it can poke people within a kilometer.

Rohr picked up the attacker's crossbow from the bushes, loaded it into his left hand, and walked out of the bushes.

The short armored man in the distance was stunned when he saw him.

Short, with a cute voice, and superb swordsmanship, that is naturally the baby daughter Klee that Rohr is looking for.

But she would never have thought that her father would suddenly appear in such a barren mountain and wilderness......

She didn't have the heart to think about this problem, and at this time, a thought kept echoing in her heart and mind:

It's over, and I'm found out by my father......

Dad is angry, Dad doesn't love me anymore, Dad doesn't want me anymore, I'm a wild child, an orphan that no one wants......

Woowoo......

Klee was desperate and wanted to run away, but she couldn't move her legs, and it seemed that she couldn't walk when she saw her father.

She can only hope that this armor can help her hide her identity a little......

After walking quickly in front of her, Krol first reached out and touched her helmet, then gently took her into his arms, patted the back of the armor, and said softly:

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Sure enough, this armor can't fool my father at all, I'm afraid that no matter what I look like, he will be recognized by him at a glance......

However, Dad doesn't seem to be angry?

Do you want to ...... Why don't you confess to your father?

And then apologize seriously, desperately coquettish, and work hard to be cute, Dad should be able to forgive me, right?

Klee thought to herself for a while, and then she heard Rohr continue:

"Orianna told me before, you are very well prepared for this trip, and I didn't believe it at first......"

"I can't believe that she didn't lie to me, your academy really equipped you with such good armor."