Chapter 161 Madness, Boom, Confidence and Self-Control

With a heavy pace like the sound of war drums, Gustav sprinted like a humanoid tornado towards Moriarty. The initial distance of tens of meters between the two of them, under the full force of the magic swordsman's advance, was lightly crossed in just a few seconds. And at such a short time, unless they have reached the instantaneous horror level or with the help of magic items, ordinary mages will not have time to hold the spell completely.

"What are I going to do?"

For a moment, almost everyone present asked Moriarty in their hearts, because it was well known that a low-level mage would be a complete defeat once he was close to a warrior professional.

Is it to put down your subordinates and activate some of the magic equipment that you carry with you? Or was he thrown to the ground by Gustav in the end? No matter how much you think about it, the onlookers can only come up with two either/or answers in their heads. And no matter which one comes to fruition in the end, it is not very favorable for Moriarty. The difference is only that the loss is greater and the loss is smaller.

And just as the whole squadron of guards held their breath and waited for the final answer to be revealed, Moriarty suddenly turned to one side, and at the same time, the short sword in his hand slashed through a skill-like arc, and slashed down towards Gustav's chest that had already arrived in front of him. In an instant, the cold light that shone from the blade of Moriarty's sword was like a heart-warming punch, hitting everyone's heart fiercely, not only making people gasp in shock, but even forcing most of the witnesses to rise to a sense of self-shame.

"Why!"

For a moment, the whole playground was as quiet as if someone had been stuck in the neck, and no sound could be heard except for a rush of cattle-like wheezing. At the same time, a shout seemed to resonate, reverberating in the chests that were almost about to explode.

Why? Why on earth was Morati, a dignified mage, able to swing such a wonderful sword at the roaring demon swordsman in such a pure warrior manner? Could it be that the times have advanced to the point where mages can also be part-time warriors?

The nerves of the "audience" are close to breaking. But alas, no one could figure it out except White and Guderian.

And unlike the cranky thoughts of everyone on the field, in the face of Moriarty's sharp sword like a ghost, Gustav's face immediately turned pale. Previously, all the Demon Swordsman had thought about was how to withstand a possible wave of terrifying spell counterattacks after approaching the mage at full speed. In this regard, Gustav was even mentally prepared to put the opponent down with a blow even if he was seriously injured. However, the distance between reality and imagination is so far away. Gustav was greeted not by a dazzling and deadly flash of magic, but by a slash that even he himself could not help but applaud. It's not that Moriarty's slash is fast, heavy, or sharp, but the angle and timing of the sword are really well grasped, which makes the demon swordsman have a terrifying illusion that he can't be stopped and can't be avoided.

It's a pity that Gustav is not one of those casual spectators on the sidelines, and he has no time to savor the charm of this sword.

It's just that in the flash of light, Gustav, who made a mistake in judgment and inexplicably lost his first move, suddenly jumped and stopped, and at the same time a sword was fiercely erected, relying on his own waist strength, coupled with a little borrowing from the two swords, he avoided the opponent's sharp slash with a rather ugly jumping posture.

Without waiting for the demon swordsman to adjust his somewhat chaotic steps, Moriarty, who had already taken the lead, stabbed straight again. Different from the subtle vertical slash just now, his second sword accounted for one word, fast! Like lightning, like the wind, like the stars, it makes others have a dazzling feeling that they only see the sword light and do not see the sword blade. …,

"How is that possible!?"

If the previous sword slash may have been a stroke of luck that happened to collide, then Moriarty's second straight stab unmistakably revealed his swordsmanship above the three poles. And at this moment, Gustav has also completely woken up, it turns out that his new commander does indeed have the strength of a warrior that is not inferior to his own.

"Hah!"

As if he had ignited a long-buried fuse in his heart, Gustav felt that his excitement was almost like a powder keg exploding. Looking at Moriarty's second sword like a thunderbolt, the demon swordsman with a fierce congestion seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, completely ignoring the impending sword stab, but instead rose up and swept towards Moriarty with all his might, looking like he was planning to die with his opponent.

"This bastard!"

Seeing Gustav's almost scoundrel counterattack, White, as the referee, was immediately furious. This is still a battle drill within the squadron, and it has clearly become an enemy-like life-and-death struggle. If there was a bow and a crossbow in his hand at this moment, White couldn't help but shoot the demon swordsman directly to the head.

"Huh!"

Moriarty didn't expect the other party to fight back so unreasonably, and as soon as he struck, he was either killed or injured. But since the "battlefield." You can't resent the enemy for "doing everything." This is true for the former mutant leader Gogomo, and it is also true for Gustav in front of him.

The cold blade of the sword slashed horizontally was reflected in the clear eyes, and Moriarty let out a long shout, and the straight sword in his hand actually sped up by a line, and along the abrupt arc deflection of the body, it turned into a stab, and swept towards the side and bottom of the demon swordsman.

"Poof..."

In the blink of an eye, two completely different figures staggered, coincided, and separated like colliding comets.

At the scene, everyone looked anxiously, but saw that a large stream of bright red dye had gushed out of Morati's left arm, like a circle of red hoops wetting the sleeves of the general's uniform; Behind him, Gustav was also a one-legged stand, a mass of flesh that had been turned open like a baby's mouth, open in his right leg.

"This!"

No one could have predicted that a seemingly simple battle drill would turn into bloodshed in an instant. Moreover, this is the first time that wounded soldiers have appeared since the establishment of the guard squadron, but it is a "cannibalism" by insiders. If it spreads like this, I'm afraid that the guard squadron will immediately become a big laughing stock in all Blue Crystal City.

And when the whole squadron hurriedly turned their eyes to White, hoping that the referee would immediately stop the two people on the field, Moriarty and Gustav had already started a new move.

Without pausing at all, Moriati, whose arm was cut off, directly took advantage of the inertia of the forward stab to continue to accelerate and rush to the other side, quickly re-widening the distance between him and Gustav. Obviously, without an overwhelming melee advantage, Moriarty was not interested in fighting the Demon Swordsman for injuries for injuries a second time. But behind him, Gustav turned his head fiercely at the same time, and then plunged the short sword in his hand into the lawn on the side, and began to shout a curse directly at the back of his opponent in the distance.

"Not good!" All the onlookers who leaned towards Moriarty saw this, and their hearts were "groaning." But he also secretly admired the Demon Swordsman's old spiciness, quick response.

Although Gustav was injured in his right foot by Moriarty and temporarily lost his mobility, his fierce melee prowess still retains most of it. Now, the Magic Swordsman took advantage of Moriarty's initiative to move away and began to summon "magic arrows." "It's once again to get back the lead. …,

If he wants to interrupt his spell, Moriarty must turn back and engage Gustav in brutal hand-to-hand combat. Otherwise, even if he stopped immediately now and started to cast a first-level spell, it would be impossible for him to complete the magic before the demon swordsman. Because for any mage profession, the spell structure and summoning skills of magic arrows are relatively simple and basic. Unless it can be instantaneous, there is almost no difference between the time that a mage's apprentice can hold a spell and a mid-level mage. empty

Hearing the sound of a spell behind him, Moriarty immediately stopped and turned around, and saw Gustav with an extremely excited smile on his face and a cold spell at the same time.

was only slightly stunned, and a slight smile of appreciation suddenly appeared on Moritty's face. Then, face to face, the mage began his spell. However, unlike the Demon Swordsman, Moriarty does not summon magic arrows, but fire-based second-level spells, Fireball.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this bloody battle between the warriors, they suddenly turned into the magic of the two "mages", and the whole guard squadron, which had only been frightened once, was immediately shocked again.

However, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway, although the nine magic swordsmen who watched the battle have only mastered one magic arrow, they can still see that the spells cast by Moriarty are definitely above the second level. And this can be directly judged by the intricacies of the mantra and the guiding gestures.

"Could it be that Your Excellency the Squadron Leader plans to rely on his own magic resistance to resist hard? Even a mid-level mage didn't say that he could resist magic arrows without getting hurt!? This strange scene in front of him seemed to completely overturn the magical knowledge that the nine people had worked hard to learn in the past few years.

And seeing Moriarty, who was obviously behind but still had to fight spells with himself, Gustav's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of doubt, but they were immediately suppressed again. As a veteran warrior who was once a half-step intermediate level, the Demon Swordsman may be far inferior to the Moriarty who was born as an orthodox mage in terms of magical knowledge and spell background. But for his own combat skills, he also includes the only spell he has mastered, the "magic arrow." Gustav, on the other hand, has a strong sense of self-confidence and self-control. No matter how fierce and crazy the battle intent in his heart was, he could complete the entire spell casting process without any mistakes, summoning the magic arrow in a second.

Therefore, Gustav absolutely did not believe that Moriarty could complete the shot before himself.

This is the self-confidence and self-control of being a magic swordsman.

The so-called warrior knows how to spell, and no one can stop it. Perhaps, this is the truth...... ）。 ）