Ouruba retreated again, and the other party had already swung the two sabers into a metal whirlwind of death, and the three feet in front of him were filled with heroic splashes of knives. In the eyes of the sword fighters www.biquge.info it was a more dangerous area than the lion thunder of Salion, and he had seen this whirlwind raging in the phalanx of the empire more than once during the protracted war with Darxia, with the sword in his left hand as majestic as a mountain, and the sword in his right hand rushing like thunder. Those two knives are two wolves dancing together, advancing and retreating together, living and dying together, in case one is bound to be attacked by the other!

The blade pressed forward step by step, and Oruba retreated again and again, until he reached the village of Gassin. He held the greatsword in one hand, stoically at his side. His temporary avoidance was wise, the endless rays of the sea were limited by the length of the Daxia saber, and the range of damage was limited to three feet in front of the wielder.

And the sword fighter's giant sword is far more than three feet!

A thunderclap erupted deep in Ouruba's throat, and he roared with his sword, the twin wolves' dance steps torn apart by the blade. In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed, and the person who came and raised his two swords to frame the giant sword that slashed horizontally, and Oruba's wrist flipped flexibly, changing from a backhand sword to holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and sent it forward, the tip of the sword straight to the throat of the opponent!

At this moment, a pitch-black figure slowly floated on the sand behind Ouruba, as if it was a drop of thick ink oozing yellow paper, and his whole body was shrouded in a silent black, and even the short knife in his hand did not reflect in the moonlight. The black shadow raised his hand, and the short knife was like a violent fangs in the snake's mouth, biting into the back of the sword fighter's heart!

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Late at night, soldiers lit torches and patrolled the top of the fortress of Leila. Although the Daxia people did not move when they set up camp, they still did not dare to relax because they could not see the momentum of the siege until now. Those Scorpio assassins in Daxia are not only good at harvesting the battlefield on fast horses, but they are also absolutely good at infiltrating assassinations. The soft sand is their home turf, and they lurk like scorpions beneath the sand, hunting for the heads of those who let their guard down.

Justes walked through the city in a heavy black coat, worried. Tonight, the fortress of Leila was unusually peaceful, and the Daxia people seemed to have forgotten that this border town was now home to most of the Empire's generals, several of whom had weighty heads, not to mention that he and the two Archons of Livius were absolute heavyweights, and the only remaining Agathon among the Empire's three heroes was also a valuable target for assassination. However, the soldiers had already reported to him three times, but there was no trace of the Assassin's activities, which made Just's inner anxiety worsen.

In the eyes of Hamid's gloomy old wolf, what could be more enticing than the backbone of the Empire?

It can only be a super-first-class martial artist who can subvert the situation on the battlefield!

Justus stopped abruptly and looked into the endless darkness beyond the city walls: "Is such a big battle just a bait to attract our attention...... Hamid, you're so generous. He hurried down the city, and Rydy, the grave keeper of Issos, followed silently behind the archon with a torch.

"Prepare the horse, I want to see His Highness."

"Is it possible that Hassan will assassinate Ouruba?" Kiel propped himself up from the bed, but his expression was not too panicked, "It's also in line with Hamid's style." ”

"Your Highness, we have been routed too quickly on the plains of Thurbuk, and Oruba is completely isolated in the territory of Daxia. Hamid should not miss the opportunity to be rounded. With our current military strength, it is absolutely impossible to send troops to the rescue. Justes whispered.

Kir stared at the candle flame on the table, remembering the first time he had seen Oruba at the Sword Fighting Festival five years ago, when Oruba had not yet established his reputation as a super-first-class martial artist, but was just a death row prisoner with a rebellious eye and the nickname "Mad Dog". Oruba snatched the sword fighting crown with great momentum, and there was no shortage of fierce generals against him, but he couldn't get out of three rounds in his hands. One of them, even an instructor of the Immortal Knights, was still subdued by him. Afterwards, the instructor said with trepidation: "Cao, that death row prisoner is really a mad dog, he doesn't take other people's lives seriously, and he doesn't take his own lives seriously." I was thinking about it, but he was going to fight with me as soon as he came up. I was scared for half a second, and in half a second, his fist was already swinging in my face. ”

Since then, Kiel has held Oruba in high esteem, even allowing him to promote sword fighters from death row. Many people don't understand the crown prince's behavior, and even secretly joke about it. "Not to mention the combat effectiveness of such a unit, even being an honor guard is a loss of face." They said so until the bloody battle in front of the Fortress of the Martyrs distorted their faces. It was Kiir's first time on the front line, and he was defeated by the old Bahad Khan, and finally had to send his guards into battle. Seventy imperial death row prisoners trained by Uruba overthrew the 800 heavy cavalry under the tent of Bahad Khan, reversing the decline of the war in one fell swoop! It is said that Bahad Khan was even nearly knocked off his horse with a sword. No infantry unit in the history of Pande's war has achieved such a fierce record in the face of Wanke's own heavy cavalry, they are not equipped with anti-cavalry spears, and they do not even have the means to attack from a distance, they are completely a group of fierce and fearless madmen who launch a suicidal charge against the hooves of the horses stepping on their heads, but they are unstoppable!

It was only then that the Empire began to face up to the fighting power of Kiel's personal guards, and the nobles no longer called them "death row prisoners of the crown prince" in a contemptuous tone, but called them "sword fighters of the Empire" in awe! They began to appear on the frontlines of the fiercest wars, fighting in the same way as the Ouruba in the Sword Fighting Sacrifice, savage as mad dogs. It's not that there are no generals who want to annihilate Kiel's personal guards, and it's not that no one has succeeded, but the price paid is far beyond their imagination!

And the fighting style of this pro-guard team is completely inherited from Oruba! It's just that he is already a super-first-class martial artist in the empire, and he is no longer the death row prisoner who hovered on the line of life and death all day long. War no longer requires him to fight for his life, but to balance another super-first-class martial artist, or to be checked and balanced by another super-first-class martial artist. Many people have forgotten what kind of fangs Oruba once had, but Kiel didn't.

Oruba is a mad dog, and if you want to take his life, you must first be ready to be torn apart by him!

"Rest assured, Your Excellency." Justus was surprised to find that Kiel actually had a smile on his face, "If Hamid thinks that he can take the head of Oruba in this way, then he is underestimating the super-first-class martial artist too much, and he is underestimating Oruba too much!" ”