There was a banging sound at the moment of impact, and it sounded like a bit of the fierceness of the hammer falling.

Powell was knocked two or three meters out of the way, and soon bounced to his feet. He found that the wooden sword in his hand had shattered from the impact, and even his tiger's mouth was bleeding. But the young man on the other side didn't have any, at most the wooden shield was broken, and he changed it.

The old knight also said happily on the side: "Your Excellency Hugo, you are different from your squire, you can have some advanced training. I think this opponent is just right for you, so you can get close to the actual combat and accelerate your improvement. ”

Accelerated ascension? Really use me as a sparring partner.

The attendant gave Powell another wooden sword. He shook his head, completely enraged by the impact just now, directly pulled out the war knife he was carrying, and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng in a rage, the blade slashed obliquely, and the blade broke through the air.

The blade is covered with a layer of white light, which is the characteristic of powerful adventurers to release their powers.

The old knight exclaimed, 'Stop', and Zhou Qingfeng also felt the killing intent coming, and his cold hair was erected. The perceived improvement brings an advanced reaction, and the moment Powell draws the knife, he quickly assesses the opponent's attack intent.

Eyes, brains, hands and feet, quickly coordinate and respond in unison.

If it was in the past, Zhou Qingfeng was only afraid that he would not react until the blade slashed his neck. But even if there is a reaction, there is often a mistake due to too much panic. But at the moment, his body is extremely fast.

The opponent drew the knife, and the young man's cold hair stood up, and he immediately perceived it; The opponent slashed, and he instantly had several more responses in his mind; The opponent was pressing, and he was still a little flustered.

Experience is still insufficient.

But real combat can make up for it.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped back in an instant, dodging his opponent's blade. Immediately followed by Powell's angry slash, he retreated again and again, pulling away to deal with the attack of one knife after another.

The old knight couldn't stop drinking, and he had already drawn his knight's sword. But the boy took three steps back and shouted, "Don't move, I'll come by myself." ”

Three knives in a row, the blade will be separated from the blade body and turned into a shining sword. This may seem like a warrior's 'Qi Slash', or a paladin's 'Evil Breaker', in short, they are both powerful attacks.

However, three slashes failed to hit the target, and Powell had to stop for a moment to reassess the strength of his opponent. Just now, all his attacks were determined to succeed, but the young man on the other side seemed to have the ability to predict, and he always dodged as soon as he made a move.

"It's an inhuman being. It is impossible for a normal human being to have such a beast-like intuition. "Three powerful attacks cost Powell a certain amount of physical strength. He was now convinced that he was facing an extremely formidable opponent.

"No wonder Fabro says there are demons in this village. If you are not an evil demon, how can you have such agility? Powell was so engrossed in his mission that he was so engrossed in his mission that he had only one thought, "I'm going to kill this demon." ”

One knife is instantaneous, faster and faster than the previous three knives.

Zhou Qingfeng dodged three times in a row, but this time he met the enemy and blocked with a wooden sword in his hand.

At this moment, Powell released all the power that had accumulated in his chest and lungs. He saw it in his eyes, and he was convinced that his powerful blow would cut off a wooden sword, and then slash the young demon under the sword—"Die! ”

The sound of shouting shook the eardrums and frightened the weak. Many of the young rookie attendants present were frightened and retreated. Even the old knight Nasser, who was watching the battle, was greatly surprised, and he randomly selected an adventurer to practice for Zhou Qingfeng, and actually picked a master.

But when this blow is struck, outsiders can't interfere, and even Ciric's reminder is meaningless. Only Zhou Qingfeng can deal with it himself. He didn't retreat, but advanced, and blocked with a sword - the psionic blade.

Powell's sword lit up, and Zhou Qingfeng's wooden sword also had a sharp blade of light on it. A thin, narrow blade of light was dispatched first, hitting the sword. The blade of the sword was cut open like a piece of paper, breaking into two broken pieces.

A blade in front of it broke away and flew out of a distance of more than ten meters, hitting the wooden frame next to the training ground where the weapons were placed. The wooden frame was immediately beaten and fell to the ground. But the body of the war knife is missing a lot, and the momentum and strength of the slash plummeted like a cliff.

Zhou Qingfeng used a wooden sword, but he forcibly cut off the opponent's weapon, and the tip of the sword pointed at his throat. As long as he gives it lightly, his opponent will have to make a big hole in the throat - Powell's body is stiff, and he maintains an embarrassing position that he can't slash with the force of a knife.

Unexpectedly defeated......

Powell breathed a sigh of relief, and his gray face turned red. He tilted his head, stared at the tip of the sword that was forcing his throat, and then looked at the young man who was sneering at him, and he didn't dare to move after being broken by his move.

The old knight hurriedly caught up from behind, first glared at Powell viciously, and then looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a smile. He snatched the knife from Powell's hand, touched the smooth fracture, and guessed what was going on?

"Congratulations, Your Excellency Hugo. I am delighted with your progress. The old knight threw away the broken knife, then turned back to Powell and whispered, "What did you just want to do?" Kill Your Excellency our President? ”

Powell was kicked down by the old knight, but he was also relieved to breathe again. He was dumbfounded by the broken knife that had been thrown on the ground—although it was not a magic weapon, it was also a rare good knife, but it was cut off by a wooden sword from the young demon.

No, it's not ....., it's not a wooden sword.

That blade of light just now seemed to be a psionic power, possessing super piercing and slashing attributes. This is by no means an ordinary person's ability.

"Sure enough, the most evil king of the Black Forest, I really underestimate this level of demon. The other party may be far above me in real strength, but he is just pretending to be a teenager to tease me. ”

The old knight's angry shouts made Powell only think that he had been recognized. His mind was spinning at high speed, and he was hesitating whether to turn around and flee to gather more companions, or fight to the death and trade his life for his life.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand and grabbed the old knight, not caring, "Don't worry, I have the bottom in my heart." Since it is a training that is partial to actual combat, it is natural to find a guy who is ruthless enough. Lord Nasser, when you trained us, you just weren't ruthless enough. ”

The old knight's face was ugly, and he stared at Zhou Qingfeng a few times, as if he had received some kind of information. He also knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to face life and death, so he sank his anger and pointed out the mistakes and omissions in Zhou Qingfeng's response just now.

"Your Excellency Hugo, your physical fitness is already amazing, but you need to strengthen your skills."

To put it simply, Zhou Qingfeng has good physical fitness, but there is too little practice.

Powell's expression changed, and he was still undecided what to do. He originally thought that he had just shown his killing intent, so he had to give it a go. But the old knight turned his head and taught Zhou Qingfeng the details of the fight, and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Didn't the demon find me unusual?

Powell had a retreat in his heart - the evil king of the Black Forest had seen it, and his strength was understood, and the next thing was to summon his companions to beat him up.

There is no need to pay any attention to morality at all for the leader of such evil forces. It's better to find more people to go with you. I thought that maybe it was a time to save it for a useful body and make a strategic turnaround.

It's just that the old knight Nasser taught a few words, turned his head and asked the attendant to hand Powell a set of swords and shields, and ordered him to feed Uncle Zhou.

Still fighting?

Powell's mind was spinning again, not knowing what to do. He bowed his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency Hugo, I'm here to apply for the patrol." ”

"I think you're good, start being a training assistant now." Zhou Qingfeng didn't give the other party a chance to excuse himself at all, "My personal guards and I need training, and His Excellency Nasser can't accompany us every day." So your presence is still necessary.

The few simple and ferocious hits you just made are very good. I can feel a strong sense of crisis hanging by a thread, which is exactly the quality of a teaching assistant. ”

"Is this demon praising me for being good, or is it not good enough?"

If it is a face-tearing fight, Powell feels that he is too big to die. But now it seems that there is still a way to live, and he can't refuse - next Uncle Zhou really uses him as an assistant coach and trains him very seriously in fighting skills.

Whether it's hand-to-hand combat or swords, if you want to fight effectively, you need to pay attention to skills such as hard work and hand-eye coordination. It's like ordinary people can only fight Wang Baquan indiscriminately, but professional boxers can combine strength and skill to fight ten in one hit.

Powell reined in the killing intent in the rest of the training session and observed more. But the work of this sparring partner is all day, in addition to accompanying Zhou Qingfeng, he is also responsible for teaching those rookie guards. At night, he had a rest.

"I'm so tired, that demon boy has such good physical strength, he can practice without stopping." When Powell dragged his tired body into the room assigned to him, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to escape.

If he knew that Zhou Qingfeng had passed the law of constancy and had physical strength similar to that of a werewolf, Powell was afraid that he would immediately jump to his feet and scold his mother. And when he entered the bedroom, he found that it was a double room, and Robin, who had come with him, was sitting in front of the oil lamp in a daze.

Agent Robin met Powell, and both sides were like they were seeing relatives. The former asked pitifully, "Did you have a good day?" ”

Powell collapsed on the wooden bed, his hands and feet weak, and shook his head tiredly, "I managed to sneak into the heart of this village and meet the demon himself. But the situation is dire. What about you? ”

Robin even scolded bitterly: "I was deceived." ”

"Scammed? Who was deceived? ”

"It's not that I've been deceived."

"What else can you be deceived if you don't get deceived?"

"By a horse."