Chapter 1042: Hunting in the Sand Sea (16)

Bediwell's spear stabbed at the hunchbacked old man, straight to his throat!

The hunchbacked man lightly slashed a sword and blocked the spear!

Its movements were so clean and unbridled that he used his short sword to block it, and he still had the strength to draw his dagger and stab it in Bediwell's leg!

"Hmph!" The other party's swordsmanship is indeed amazing, but Bedivir still has the advantage in equipment! He raised his shield to meet it, just enough to block the dagger of the man in the cloak!

"Hahaha! Good response!" The sneak attack was unsuccessful, but the man in the hunchback cloak laughed happily: "Hold on a little longer, let the uncle have a little more fun! Don't lose so quickly!" "Stinky guy!" The werewolf raised his spear and stabbed rapidly, and the spear stabbed at least seven consecutive hits!

However, the hunchbacked man dodged lightly, and his body was like a light leaf in the wind, so dexterous that it was impossible to be stabbed!

Not only that, but he also approached the werewolf menacingly while dodging, intending to launch the next wave of attacks!

The werewolf raised his spear and swept again, intending to use a wide range of attacks to force the opponent back first! The opponent's hands are light and short weapons, if you don't use a spear to suppress it remotely, after being close to you, it will only be Bediwell!

"Hahahahaha!" the man laughed wildly, and performed a clever 360-degree backflip in a motion that did not match his appearance and age at all!

The sharp blade of the sword rained down, Bediwell's offensive had not completely passed, and the spear in his hand was particularly disobedient because of inertia, so he had to move his upper body and dodge the opponent's sword stab with all his might! The hunchbacked man's sword grazed Bediwell's neck, shoulders, and face, drawing blood marks one after another, although these wounds were not deep, but they brought a lot of shock to the werewolf!

"Tsk!" The werewolf had just withdrawn his gun, and his left hand had already raised his shield to shoot it! This blow was exquisite, not only blocking the opponent's repeated sword stabs, but also shooting the hunchbacked man out of the air in a volley state!

However, the opponent blocked it!

It would be more accurate to say that the hunchbacked man used two short weapons, one left and one right, to clamp Bediwell's shield!

What a wonderful swordfight! What an astonishing thought! Bediwell sighed, and couldn't help but feel that something was wrong: where did he seem to have seen similar swordsmanship before?

But the tense battle left Bediwell with no room to think about it at all.The hunchbacked man relied on his own weight to break the shield from the werewolf's hand, and at the same time that the shield flew out of Bediwell's hand, the man also fell to the ground, and the blades of his hands stabbed out violently, attacking the werewolf's two knees!

Too bad! Bediwell knew that if he didn't do anything else, his legs would be scrapped by the mysterious cloaked man's onslaught, and he wouldn't be able to walk for at least a while!

Five silver rays of light pierced the air, but the man in the cloak was very clever and didn't make a hard encounter with the metal wolf claw, and stepped back before being hit!

But blood was still spurting from Bediwell's leg, and the bastard slashed Bediwell's calf with his sword before he stepped away!

The werewolf fell to his knees and gasped, the wound on his calf was not deep, but tingling and tingling. Because there were not many muscles in the front of his calf to protect the bones, his calf bones were damaged to a certain extent.

"Mr. Bediwell!" exclaimed Segrade, worried.

"It's okay!" the wolf ** shouted, maintaining this half-kneeling posture and raising his gun to fight: "It's just a small injury, I can still fight!" If Bediwell's skills still can't defeat this cloaked man, then Segrade and Elaine are even more impossible to defeat, and they will only become the ghost of that person's knife in vain! This battle werewolf has to hold on no matter what, even if he can't defeat that person, at least he has to find a way to force him back!

But is there really a way?!

Bediwell's swordsmanship was too far from the other's, and the man was armed with two deadly, light and swift weapons. The spear in Bediwell's hand can't keep up with the speed of the two short swords! The technical gap is deadly enough, and the gap in weapon performance puts Bedivel at an absolute disadvantage, and this duel cannot be won at all!

Slowly. The werewolf looked around. Maybe there's another way?

You have to calm down and think it through! With the one qiē he has in his hand and the things in the field, he should be able to do something!

"Have you finished your last words?" the hunchbacked man raised his twin swords, "Then let's continue to die!" he swung his twin swords and attacked again, his momentum was fast and fierce, as if he really wanted to cut off two of Bedeville's legs!

"Hmph!" Bediwell held the lizard tooth spear with his left hand instead: "You are the one who suffered!!" The werewolf stabbed out with all his might, and the gun suddenly burst into a dazzling thunderbolt, blinding the eyes of everyone present!

That's right, the lizard's fanged spear is inlaid with the crystals captured by the thunder lizard. This crystal, which can absorb electricity, is infinitely close to the real thunderstone in nature. And when they are stimulated by a strong electric current, they emit a dazzling light. Bediwell only needs to generate electricity from the power generating organ of the prosthetic leg of his left arm, and he can make the spear explode into thunder in an instant, stealing people's vision!

Yes, with swordsmanship or skill alone, Bediwell may not be able to defeat the old man. But Bediwell's attack is not the only one, if the swordsmanship is not good, use your wits to win!

That momentary hesitation brought the opponent's offensive to a halt and revealed a flaw. The spear stabbed at the hunchbacked man, and he had to raise his two swords to block, and the two swords overlapped to block the blow of the spear, and the spear flew away!

"Idiot!" the hunchbacked man said disdainfully, taking advantage of the moment when Bediwell did not have any weapons in his hand and had no power to fight back, he attacked the original location of the werewolf!

Of course, the electric light had already blinded the hunchbacked man, and he couldn't see where Bedwell was, and he guessed Bedwell's location entirely by the tendency of spears to attack him.

Therefore, when the hunchbacked man's double sword was slashed, he thought that he could indeed slash the werewolf, but his attack failed!

The whip of the turtle's tongue struck the man's face at an unbelievably wonderful angle, and went straight to the temple, the vital point of his face!

The man in the cloak, however, relied on his astonishing instincts to turn his head and dodge at the most critical moment, and the blade at the end of the whip slashed past his face!

"Hmph!" the thunder faded, and everyone present regained their sight.

I saw Bediwell roll to the side, holding the turtle tongue whip in his hand, and of course he sent the attack just now.

"I see. Throw the spear over, but he himself is screaming, and run to pick up the whip and sneak up on the old man?" The man in the cloak covered half of his face, and blood seemed to ooze from his face.

"My swordsmanship is not as good as yours, so I have to play some small tricks. The werewolf clenched his whip, his tongue whip curled in a spiral, ready for his next attack.

"Hmph, you're smart!" the man turned. The hood of his cloak had been torn by the blow he had just hit, revealing a head of white hair under the cloak, and the man's true face.

Bediwell gasped at the sight of the weather-beaten face full of scars and wrinkles.

No. This man was unknown to Bediwell.

However, this face is very similar to the face of someone in the werewolf's memory!

It can be said that there is a father and a son, and it is impossible for people who look so similar in the world to be not related by blood!

Coupled with the hunchbacked man's wonderful swordsmanship, Bediwell suddenly realized.

"Are you...... Who is Lancelot?" Although he had already guessed a rough idea, Bediwell asked suspiciously, "Are you supposed to be ...... Ark the Sword?!" Ark the Sword, the father of Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, was once the strongest swordsman in Europe. Its swordsmanship is so strong that it is said that no one in the whole of Europe can match it.

But this sword saint Ark is also a traitor who betrayed Great Britain, and the culprit who caused the fall of Camillo, the first king of Great Britain (Pantoracan), thirteen years ago.

According to legend, the sword master Ark must have been put to death, and his name was even more taboo, and since then it has been erased from history forever, and only zài remains in the black history of Great Britain.

Why, this once living legend, appeared in front of Bediville in the here and now?!

As if to be right, the hunchbacked man's scarred face twitched.

"I didn't expect to meet acquaintances in such a poor rural area. Sword Saint Ark snorted, "What a disappointment. It seems that the old man has to flee again. "Why!" Bediwell asked incredulously, "Actually accusing a group of imps to do such a thing!, the former legend, Sword Saint Ark, have you fallen?!" "Fallen?hey, isn't this kind of thing obvious?!" The hunchbacked man let out a dry sneer from deep in his throat: "Sword Saint Ark has long been dead." He has gone to hell and will never be reborn!This one you see is nothing but a stinking skin in the shape of [Ark], a walking corpse!" He dropped the stolen lizardtooth dagger and pulled out a ball-shaped object from his bosom: "Whatever you mean, whatever your relationship with Lancelot may be, goodbye!—no, goodbye!" The smoke bomb covered the entire cave, and it didn't take half a second to reach Cheng Dù, who couldn't see his fingers!