Chapter Ninety-Eight: Martyrdom

After taking another big step back, Steward Clay finally completely unloaded the huge power that the enemy attached to the sword momentum, and only then did he have to breathe a sigh of relief.

The mountain wind blew, wrinkling the housekeeper's robe on his body, and among the ripples, two scratches more than ten centimeters long were clearly visible. Fang just burst out, and the eight swords used in the eight directions around him, although the momentum was thousands, it seemed to completely block the more than ten swords attacked by the attacker leader, in fact, there were still two swords that broke through his blocking moves, and then pierced his protective fighting energy, cutting through his robe, if it weren't for the fact that the sense of touch was still keen, and the kung fu under his feet did not pull down and retreat fast enough and timely, he was already injured at this moment.

Despite this, Steward Clay's chest was already aching faintly, and there was no need to ask, it was the strong fighting spirit attached to the enemy's sword, which silently shook his body. And the right hand holding the sword also had a noticeable tremble, forcing him to hang down the tip of the sword as soon as possible, so as not to be seen by the other side, the strength of the enemy's sword was not just a matter of removing the sword move on the surface.

In this round of fighting, the verdict was made.

"If I had tried to defeat you a year ago, I would have been hurt a lot. ”

There is a taste of modesty in the sharp voice, the strong contrast between the form and the content, it is quite surprising, the leader of the attackers has the upper hand, but he is not carried away by the upcoming victory, a year ago at this time, he was still at the juncture of the hard pursuit of breaking through the eighth level, and often felt that he was powerless, and it was the norm to suffer from gains and losses, and he still lingered in his mind, so he understood more clearly that it was not easy to suppress the opponent with the realm today.

Steward Clay sighed secretly, and did not answer, he had already exerted almost all of his combat power, but it was a pity that he was facing the number one master among the attackers, the leader who had advanced to the eighth level for a long time and had a stable realm.

"The promise to the child was not fulfilled after all. ”

The fat housekeeper's expression was gloomy, the two fought for the second time, he knew better how big the gap between them was, and he knew that if today's battle continued like this, it would be difficult for him to be spared.

However, he was deeply favored by the Marquis of Clay, shouldered the great trust of his master, and left the idea of his mother as a deserter, he never even thought about it.

"Don't give up yet, then take me again. ”

As soon as the leader of the attackers finished speaking, he started at full speed, raised his arm, and the white light of the Dao Dao crossed the sky, intertwined into a cluster of dazzling thorns, with a diameter of more than three meters, with an unstoppable fierce posture, he pushed straight towards the fat butler, and there were faint thunderbolt explosions or two in the air!

"Electric Thorns!"

The iconic sonorous sound was heard, announcing the determination of the leader of the attackers.

He is only an eighth-level mid-level soldier at this time, and this trick taught by the master already has such a terrifying momentum, bringing out the effect of lightning and thunderbolt, if he cultivates to a high-level of eleven or above, it is still this trick "Electric Light Thorn" At that time, what will be shown in front of the opponent will be a larger cluster of white light thorns, accompanied by the thorns of electric light one by one, there will be bursts of lightning and thunder, the invincible sharpness of the gold fighting spirit, and the brilliant power of thunder and lightning falling from the sky, will be mixed and intertwined, and push towards the opponent!

Even so, Steward Clay, who was now facing the power of the move, had fully felt the horror of this "thorn", and with the high-speed advance of the electric light, one after another fierce qi machines stabbed towards him, causing the hairs on his whole body to stand up.

At the same time, the air around him also changed, quietly forming an invisible torrent, obviously under his feet was solid earth, but he seemed to be in a deep quagmire, or in the entanglement of the sea, very viscous, raising his hands and feet as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, the speed was a full beat slower, and every move was much more difficult than usual.

This move, "Electric Light Thorn", is actually a move, and at the same time has a certain advantage of the gold, electricity and water system of fighting energy, the three kinds of fighting energy that should be distinct are wonderfully combined in one place, and the virtual with the real and the virtual together to attack the opponent! And as the target of the move, the fat man is under a lot of pressure, you can imagine!

What a familiar feeling, in a trance, it seems to have returned to the way I practiced martial arts in my youth. Steward Clay laughed to himself.

Thanks to his cultivation of the water system fighting qi, when he was learning the arts, he had been immersed in the sea water for a long time, carefully feeling the contradictory nature of the water to be soft but strong, and some of the knowledge and experience of practicing the exercises in the rolling torrent, all the sword styles he learned could be freely displayed in the ocean, but fortunately he was not frightened by the leader of the attackers.

If you were someone else, you might be caught off guard and subject to a strange binding force field.

The fat man raised his thick eyebrows and stabbed towards the middle of the "thorns", and the blue fighting qi stabbed the relatively weak parts of the thorns with the rapid move of "fluttering and fluttering", so it gradually consumed the powerful electric light of the thorns.

Gritting his teeth and mustering up courage, Steward Clay tried his best to deal with the tall and thin enemy, while trying to fight and defend, while inevitably retreating, as time passed, the "thorn bush" gradually weakened and disappeared, and the water system fighting energy in his body was also quickly consumed.

And the place where the two fought, unconsciously, came to a position less than two meters away from the marquise's carriage.

At this point, there is finally no way back.

Steward Clay lifted his sleeve and wiped a handful on his round cheek, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, then swallowed hard and coughed twice. As for the few places on a fat face that were cut and oozing blood, he didn't know it as if he didn't know it, and he didn't care.

The swordsmanship of the leader of the attacker is very domineering, and he occupies a considerable degree of advantage in height and speed, although the fat butler is bent on using the word "drag" and trying to grapple and dodge, he is still forced to take a lot of sword styles head-on, just like the "electric light thorns" just now, it adds up to a lot, and the internal injuries are obviously unable to be suppressed, and he begins to vomit blood.

There are more than a dozen sword wounds on the surface of his body, which are more terrifying and bloody than the internal injuries, but in fact, they are not as serious as his internal injuries.

"Why bother. Go out of your own accord, I swear I will never stop you. The leader of the attackers tried to persuade him one last time, "Anyway, no one else can escape, and no one will leak the news." You can leave with peace of mind and pick up your family to find a place to live in seclusion. As for the cost of living, as long as you are willing, it will not be difficult for you, a master. ”

He is not a so-called sympathy between masters, or an accidental discovery of conscience or something, but a fierce battle until now, no matter how embarrassed the fat butler is, no matter how many external injuries he suffers, he still hasn't used his tricks, obviously staying at the last moment to desperately come in handy. Ask yourself, of course he doesn't want to face the fat opponent's moves to press the bottom of the box, should you be fun?

It's damn bad!

"Do something, don't do something. ”

Steward Clay coughed twice more and shook his head gently, a fat face that used to look quite simple and ridiculous, with the completion of this fluttering sentence, was faintly covered with a layer of holy light, solemn and sacred.

Before the leader of the attackers could reply, he let out a long roar, and the moment he exhaled and raised his eyebrows, blue light burst out from his chubby, swollen body, emitting a dazzling water light, and then the bright light that enveloped his whole body disappeared in an instant, like flowing water, quickly gathered together, and flowed onto the long saber in his hand, which was much longer than the ordinary sword, and bloomed with a blue light that was much brighter than before.

Steward Clay actually condensed the fighting spirit that had been refined for many years on the sword in his hand!

Aren't you good at frontal assault?

So, come on!

Seeing that the opponent completely gave up his defense and put on a posture of breaking the cauldron and fighting to the death, the leader of the attacker stopped talking nonsense, and with a cold snort, the white light around his body and on the long sword became more refined and condensed at the same time, and he was already excited to the peak state, and his face was even more solemn.

The trapped beast is still fighting and cannot be underestimated, but the master who is determined to die?

"Abyssal sigh!"

With the name of the stunt whispered, Steward Clay raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, stomped his feet heavily, and sprinted straight towards the enemy with unimaginable speed and agility, the long sword stabbed out with the impact, and before the person arrived, the rapid attack had already brought ripples in the surrounding air!

He was so indomitable, he swung a sword with his life's strength, and he made such a big movement before, but in the end, it was a return to the basics and tended to be dull, but it was this sword that shone with the brilliance of the blue water system fighting spirit, forcing the enemy to go all out for the first time, and also condensed a fighting spirit to engage head-on!

There was no earth-shattering sound, two dazzling lights, one blue and one white, flickered, and they silently swept forward.

The two staggered and crossed each other, and under the mountain wind, half of the sleeves of the attacker's leader were quietly broken, and drifted away with the mountain wind, but unfortunately, the fat butler's sword, which condensed all hope, brushed the leader's side, or rather, at the moment when he was about to stab the enemy's neck vein, he was thrillingly avoided;

The price paid is nothing more than half a sleeve.

With his back to the leader of the enemy, Steward Clay smiled miserably, his throat "gurgling" twice, and a three-inch-long blood line slowly appeared on the side of his throat, he had exerted all his strength, and he was worthy of his heart, but compared to himself, the opponent was still too strong, and after the short-term glory of the strongest blow, he could only drink the bitter wine of death after all.

Although it is said that it is to seek benevolence and gain benevolence, and to die for the oath, why complain. But there are regrets.

Raising his head with great difficulty, staring at the clouds in the sky, the fat butler was quite regretful: he wanted to become the white clouds in the sky, free and unrestrained. But it's okay to be like this today, and I can finally get together with my child and her mother. Angelana, I'm sorry, Daddy broke his promise to accompany you to Lake West......

Before he could breathe, Steward Clay exerted his last strength, stabbed the long sword into the ground with great difficulty, and then held the handle of the sword tightly in his palm, leaned lightly, and his chubby body snuggled against the upright saber, and lowered his head slightly.

The loud fighting and screaming that was close at hand gradually became distant and ethereal, and he quietly stopped breathing.

Even to death he would not fall.

Looking back at Steward Clay, who was amiable on the surface but showed strong self-esteem and will to fight, the leader of the victorious attackers was very embarrassed, and the stubbornness of the enemy was finally completely understood. He bowed slightly to the still standing corpse of the fat butler, and saluted.

With the humble identity of a subordinate like the head of the Marquis's Mansion, he has been hidden for so long, although it is said to be a repayment, Butler Clay should also be unwilling and aggrieved for a long time, right?

Perhaps because of this, he reappeared as a strong man, and finally chose to die in battle, for him, he would rather die standing with dignity than living on his knees.