The sword light was less than a meter, and I saw that the archer was still confused, and I secretly said in my heart: "The arrow is blocked and confused?" If you dare to sneak attack in secret, watch me send you to see the God of Creation with a knife, and it can be regarded as paying for your own recklessness. (8)(1)Δ Chinese Ω net.『 ８⒈”

The blade was less than half a meter away from the archer, and the shining blade even faintly reflected the archer's still confused face, and suddenly, a giant sword poked out of the oblique stab, extremely fast, and rushed towards my body.

I was stunned for a moment, then I turned around, my feet alternately retreated, and with a few swishes, I had withdrawn two meters away, and the giant sword was slashed into the air.

Even though I dodged this sword, I was also horrified in my heart: this giant sword was sharp with two edges, wide in the middle, almost seven or eight times heavier than an ordinary knight's sword, and to be able to swing and slash the sword so lightly, presumably, the owner of the sword must also be a master with great strength.

Moreover, the person with the sword did not choose to hit the hard, and went to my straight knife head-on, probably because he saw the ripples on the surface of my knife, and felt that there was something strange, and he was afraid that he would not have the confidence to take it directly.

Not only that, but the sword man stabbed my body with the blade of the sword at the same time as I swung the knife and slashed, which seemed to be exchanging life for life, but in fact it was the best way to retreat from the enemy, and no one was stupid enough to exchange his life for the life of a little minion with a confused expression.

I held the sword in one hand, staring at the greatsword two meters away.

His gaze followed the blade of the giant sword, slowly moving upward, and a tall and strong figure soon appeared in his field of vision.

This man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face like a frame, a cold face, and a burst of anger in his eyes, staring directly at me, and I don't know why he was angry with me, could it be because I had just almost killed his companion? Joke, is it good for your companion to attack first!

I completely ignored his honorable expression, and still cautiously looked at the man in front of me, his hair was red and shoulder-length, which was his greatest characteristic.

And his muscles are so strong that they don't seem to be good, and in my opinion, not only does they lose their toned beauty, but they remind me of a kind of omnivorous beast that crawls straight.

That's right, it's a bear, and the more I look at it, the more I think he looks like a bear.

Not only his figure, but also his eyes with anger and fierceness.

I don't know what his strength is, but my intuition tells me that he is strong, similar to Harold, or even stronger than Harold.

However, this still can't shake my surging killing intent and surging battle intent, not to mention that you are as strong as Harold, even if you are ...... with the dragon in the gap space Belch......

I shuddered at the thought of the cold, frantic eyes of the nine-headed dragon in the cracked space, and the ambergris that it spewed out all the way to molten gold and iron.

Retracting his thoughts, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

I didn't speak, and he didn't speak, just confronting each other quietly, and I even wondered if this was a silent contest between their so-called master duels?

If that's the case, I don't think I'm a master yet, because I can't feel the depth of it, let alone the-for-tat between me and him.

The only thing that haunts me is one feeling, and that is boredom.

Deep boredom, utter boredom.

I even have the illusion that if this stalemate continues, the sky outside will be dark.

"Let's make a move," I said in a deep voice, shaking the straight knife and standing up straight, looking at him.

The bear-like man's brow furrowed even tighter, and he pushed away the archer, who was still in a state of bewilderment, and pointed at me with his chest open, the greatsword in his hand raised slightly, and pointed at me, and at the same time, his chin was raised.

I know exactly what this action means: let me strike first.

I don't know if he did this to show his awesomeness, or if he secretly laid a net for me to step on, in short, I can't hold back the bloodlust and the desire to fight in my heart.

Leaning slightly, like a prawn accumulating strength, then smiled coldly, stepped on the ground with both feet, like a cheetah bursting out, and went straight to him.

This is the posture I used to fight into the Ghost-Faced Spider camp before, and now I use it on this person's body, I don't know how effective it is.

The killing intent and combat skills echoed each other at the same time as I exploded, drawing a series of illusory apertures, like countless soap bubbles accumulating, interdependent.

The bear-like man slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was backwards, and the hilt of the sword was facing forward, as if he was accumulating strength.

I ignored it completely, and straightened forward, and with a flash of cold light, I slashed towards the big man's face.

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit the tip of the big man's nose, I saw that the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing several white Sensen's teeth.

What does that mean?

I was very puzzled, at the same time as the sword light was split, in the afterglow, I also saw another light and shadow, this light and shadow was different from the virtual light drawn by my sword, but a bright light, as if a magic lamp was lit, very dazzling.

"Not good!"

I had a vague sense of foreboding in my heart, ignoring the fact that the blade was almost touching the tip of his nose, and with a little foot, my body violently withdrew again.

Less than a meter back, the dazzling white light came from my left side.

More precisely, cross-cutting.

It was a giant sword, a giant sword twice as wide as an ordinary knight's sword, with a sharp wind, scattered with white light, and slashed brightly.

It may be too late to bend down now, for the blade is only a few inches away from me.

It may be too late to continue to retreat frantically now, because the greatsword has another characteristic of its length, which is half as long as a normal knight's sword.

In other words, I have to withdraw at least one meter, and the degree it chops over will not give me this opportunity at all.

At the moment, the only thing I can do is to use my straight sword, which is less than one-fifth as wide and less than one-third as long as it, and the combat skills blessed on it, to fight this shining giant sword.

I just don't know if it's his giant sword and the light that flickers on it, or is my sword and the combat skills blessed on my sword stronger?

No matter what the ending is, I have to beat my momentum out, after all, a loser doesn't lose the battle, if the momentum is gone, everything will be in vain.

Gritting his teeth and glaring, his wrist flipped, his body turned, and he slashed it with a sword.

While!

There was a crisp sound, the sound of gold and iron, harsh and unpleasant.

A strong force came from the intersection of the two soldiers in an instant, straight into my body, forcibly forcing me back a step, and I even felt my whole arm numb.