It was like the return of hell, full of distortion and chaos, and everything seemed to come alive under the influence of hallucinations, and countless faces grew out of it, with a look of flavor, screaming loudly with pain.

The short figure resembled a slender ghost, and the straight bayonet sword became distorted under the illusion, like a white snake that had come to life.

It had been a dueling arena, and gladiators stood in the gloomy basement listening to the cheers of the surface, bathing in the first rays of light as the chains of the elevator tightened.

Everything here is like it was then, the two of them are the iron-blooded fighters, and only one of them will survive.

Without warning, the sword galloped in, and the sword was as crippled as Sabo himself, and he could barely see a few paths, but it was more like stealing the master and adding his own skills to it.

The blades clashed together, a crisp sound that shook the eardrums, and Lorenzo gripped the hilt of his sword and slid the sword to the side.

This is a technique called deflection in swordsmanship, which changes the tendency of the sword body at the moment of impact of the sword blade to achieve the effect of borrowing force, which will change the direction of the opponent's sword blade force. Of course, the important thing in this skill is not to defend, but to build momentum while defending, and the opponent will be slow to return to defense due to the inability to recover the strength, and the gap in this defense is the fatal eye.

Lorenzo saw the deadly eye, and the bayonet sword slashed through his side, and the staff sword rose up and slashed, as fierce and powerful as the guillotine knife.

Sabo didn't have time to defend himself, his diminutive body twisted hard to draw his sword, and then exploded with dazzling sparks.

Jumping back nimbly, Sabo looked at Lorenzo with some horror, his arm numb by the force, it was hard to imagine that this detective had such great power.

The attack ended with Lorenzo's victory.

Sabo looked down at his bayonet, there was a clear clay in the blade, it was the one Lorenzo had left behind, if his sword could be a little heavier than a normal blade, the blow just now would have been decapitated with the bayonet.

"Do priests want to learn swordsmanship?"

It's not something that a detective can do, let alone a priest.

"Priests in Philemerald, like the Templars, most of them were priests before they were promoted to knighthood. ”

Slowly raising the staff sword, the tip of the sword lowered forward, this is one of the postures of swordsmanship.

"Courage, strength, skill and ...... Cunning!"

Few people know that these are the four principles of swordsmanship, the courage to swing the sword, the power of breaking steel, the deadly skill, and the insidious cunning. In the end, this is the art of killing, and the so-called glory is just a fig leaf for self-comfort after killing.

He stepped forward violently, and the sword slashed down like thunder.

It was the howling of breaking through the air, the wail of a dead soul under the sword under the distortion of the illusion.

Sabo's diminutive figure grew elongated, and he knew he couldn't catch the sword, but in the time he thought, the white light slashed down.

Red smoke exploded as the sword fell, and in the midst of it a treacherous sword attacked.

The sword barely caught the attack, but the sword was like a snake, and after a single blow, it twisted strangely and stabbed Lorenzo.

The two wrestled in a confused hallucination, with a beastly roar.

The black gown was torn apart, and a large amount of blood spilled out, and after this blow, Lorenzo suddenly did not retreat, and in his distorted vision, he reached out and grabbed the white snake hard.

The swift bayonet was caught by Lorenzo, which made Sabo feel shocked, it seemed that he didn't expect Lorenzo to be able to keep up with his sword in this situation, but that's all, the blade of the blade is a shattered saw blade, as long as he quickly pulls it out, he can directly cut off Lorenzo's palm.

Sabo pulled it out hard, but the blade did not move in Lorenzo's hand, and the lack of strength was his weakness, and under this weakness, Lorenzo clamped the blade tightly, and then swung the sword.

Before the fire and cannon dominated the battlefield, it was the war horse and the knight in iron armor who dominated the battlefield.

At that time, under the iron-smelting technology, the blade could not break through the heavy armor at all, so the blade was mostly just a symbol of status, and the really useful weapon was a blunt weapon that directly smashed the internal organs, but in this era, there would still be a group of people who specialized in swordsmanship, and only used a non-sharp sword to break the iron armor.

This is one of those techniques, in which the enemy's weapon is grasped tightly in his hand and his life is taken at the cost of cutting his hand.

So Lorenzo tightened his grip on the blade and pulled it towards him, and then swung his staff sword, which was a sure blow unless Sabo gave up this weapon, but once he gave up this weapon, he would not be able to fight Lorenzo with his few fingers, and he could not even shoot with that hand.

The short figure was like a child, and the sword of the staff swung down with a wailing wind, and it landed accurately but hit the ground.

The doubt only stayed in Lorenzo's mind for a short moment, he understood that it was the illusion that misled his judgment, and the next second the vague black shadow rolled up, and the strength of the bayonet sword in his hand was loosened, and Sabo gave up the sword.

This is not a good sign, although he has only been in contact for less than an hour, Lorenzo knows very well what kind of person Sabo is, he has lost almost all his fingers in order to win, an outlaw like this will not admit defeat, and his release of his bayonet only means that he still has a weapon.

The body flipped quickly, although Sabo was a deformity, but under the close combat, his short body looked extremely deadly at the moment.

It was a terrible pain, coming directly from Lorenzo's back, as he thought, Sabo still had weapons, which were sharp blades placed on elbows, and since he had no fingers, he still had joints, and every place was extremely deadly.

"I think you're more promising as a swordsmanship teacher than a detective. ”

There was admiration, but Sabo didn't hesitate to move. Like a whirlwind, Sabo left several wounds on Lorenzo's body in a matter of breaths.

"There's no need, the so-called swordsmanship is just a relic of the old times. ”

Lorenzo's voice was cold, with no hint of fear.

Suddenly remembered the night of Fei Lengcui, Lorenzo's swordsmanship teacher drank and cried at night, Lorenzo asked him what was wrong, he said that he remembered his teacher, at that time the fire gun has been constantly transformed to become very powerful, the master at that time told him that the era of swordsmanship has passed, and the master of the battlefield in the future is the fire gun and cannon, and the so-called swordsmanship will only become a performance to please the nobles.

Endured the pain in his hands, so he swung his double swords and slashed hard, slashing widely, and in the distorted illusion, Sabo was forced to retreat, and then Lorenzo threw the bayonet sword in his hand to try to pierce Sabo.

"Why? It's a shame that this skill has been cut off. ”

Sabo also felt that he could kill Lorenzo, in his opinion, Lorenzo's action was a mistake, and the only few fingers easily hooked the galloping sword, threw out a few sword flowers, and the sword returned to his hand again, but then Sabo saw that Lorenzo had raised his hand.

The blood flowed uncontrollably, staining the short handle of the shotgun, and I don't know if it was a hallucination or something, the weapon seemed to have life, devouring Lorenzo's blood, so that the delicate pattern seemed to come to life.

"Because times have changed, Saab. ”

Lorenzo's voice was hoarse, and he abandoned the sword in order to aim at Sabo, barely correcting his mistake in the trajectory of the movement, and pulled the trigger.

Times have changed, and the old times are gone, either by following the destiny of heaven or by dying.

The cone-shaped barrage was like a rain of arrows fired at the same time, and the muzzle of the gun swelled with instantaneous firelight, as if the red dragon was swallowing the dragon's breath. Sabo dodged to the side with all his might, and at the same time set up his sword to protect his heart, and he could continue the fight as long as his heart could beat.

But it's all in vain, and people are faster than bullets that run on gunpowder.

After the fatal confrontation, half of Sabo's body was bloodied, and blood gushed from several bullet holes.

The kinetic energy carried by the projectile choked his movements, and his movements slowed down.

Pull the trigger again, and the thunder continued, until Sabo's body was shattered, and his already broken body was crumbling, and he was constantly retreating from the impact of the bullet, and finally stood on the edge of the high platform with his sword in hand.

"It looks like I won. ”

Lorenzo emptied the bullet and slowly lowered his shotgun, his eyes slightly cold.

Sabo lowered his head and vomited blood, the real pain made him extremely conscious, he was about to die, but he suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, his voice was unfathomably demonic, he looked at Lorenzo.

"This isn't the end of the detective. "It's like a stubborn child.

"But you're already dying. ”

The figure was so dejected that Lorenzo didn't think he would survive.

"yes, so that's what makes it scary, isn't it? Death is far from the end of the story. ”

Trying to get up, more blood gushing out of the bullet hole as Sabo's actions followed, and it was hard to imagine that so much blood could gush out of a person's body, endlessly.

"Run, Detective, it's like flipping a coin. ”

With a madness in his eyes behind the strange steel, he looked at Eve, the girl's eyes terrified as she clutched the coin.

"Death on one side, madness on the other. ”