"Ding......

The castration of the two was extremely fierce, but when the swords 'intersected', there was only a soft sound, like a naughty boy taking a small hammer and lightly knocking it on the iron, and there was no tension of life and death at all.

However, as long as it was someone who could see this blow clearly—the innkeeper, the shopkeeper, and even the always calm cook, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Both men were determined to end the fight with the first blow. Khazar's knife was a real effort, and his scimitar was as nimble as a finger, dancing in front of Amano in all kinds of 'flowers', conjuring up all kinds of attack trajectories, but at the last moment, he abandoned all superfluous movements, turning into a bolt of lightning and slashing down from an almost impossible angle. This slash was beyond the limits of human beings, and it was faster than the previous false moves that left an afterimage, and even if the enemy could adapt his eyes to the movements in front of him, he would definitely not be able to keep up with the light-speed blow.

Amano, however, did one thing. He rushed forward at full speed, and was about to step into the range of the Khazar attack with an unbelievable pause, then took another step forward. There was no logic at all in this step, it was just an intuitive move produced by Amano's long-term battle, but it was precisely this moment that made Hazar's originally impeccable moves appear a little flawed. And this slight difference in time, if anyone here can really catch it, it is Amano.

The swarthy greatsword he was holding under his flank met him with a sword drawing technique, aiming at the side that was briefly 'exposed' as the scimitar fell. This is where most weapons are most vulnerable, and although the Ten Thousand Swords is not as sharp as it could be, this sword is a combination of Amano's forward rush and the power of his backhand, and if hit, the scimitar will surely break.

Khazar's wrist was slightly wrong, the angle of the scimitar was slightly deflected, and although the slash of the greatsword hit the side, it was deflected before the force could be forced. The force that stuck to each other barely made a sound, but dragged the two of them around like a dance. With the force of rotation, when the two faced each other again, the sword flashed, the sword appeared, and there was a deafening collision sound between the swords.

Only then did they find a gap and exhale in unison.

The audience was silent again, and the metallic chirp of the swords colliding still seemed to echo in everyone's ears. Because of this, the words that were spoken softly seemed so clear.

"It's like a god drawing a sword. Then the ghost god swung his sword. ”

The shopkeeper muttered to himself and commented in a low voice.

In the next second, the sound of the thunderous crash of 'spring' instantly flooded the space, interspersed with the light sound of tinkling metal. The continuous rapid slashes were no longer enough to keep up with the increasing speed of the opponent, and the two of them invariably used all the parts of their bodies that could be used as weapons, fists, elbows, feet, knees, shoulders, and even the head mallet, so that the onlookers could not catch their next move.

"Hahahaha!"

Khazar's eyes were blood-red, and he still had the strength to laugh loudly in the middle of the battle: "Hahahaha! It's a really good time to play today, it's a pleasure! There's no one in the clan like you who can fight me to this point! ”

In just two or three seconds between words, he had already attacked a round of quick kicks in a row, supplemented by eighteen speedy slashes. Amano took them one by one with the big sword in his hand, and barely returned two punches and a palm. After a round of 'chaotic' battles, Amano, who has always fought at high speed in close quarters, has a faint tendency to be suppressed, which is the first time he has experienced it.

"This dude...... Don't you hurt! ”

Amano smiled bitterly, grabbed the gap of the opponent and slapped Hazar with a backhand, but Hazar turned around in the direction of the attack as if he was nothing, and the scimitar in his hand flashed like lightning, leaving a deep blood mark on Amano's shoulder.

Amano's face changed suddenly. Khazar's counterattack had been expected, but the timing was slightly off. He thought that the opponent would be slightly delayed by this palm, so he deliberately slowed down the timing of his sword to block, but he didn't expect Hazar to be able to ignore his body's instinctive reaction and forcibly counterattack back with a faster speed.

(Is this palm not strong enough?) Underestimating the surface defenses of his body? ）

Amano's mind quickly reflected on his mistake just now. However, now is clearly not the time to think about this. He understands that as long as the first blow is not blocked, and he is forced to 'show' the flaws, more rapid and dense attacks will come one after another.

"Pain?"

Hazar laughed, and the scimitar in his hand drew arc after arc, and he couldn't help beckoning to Amano's body. The latter used the big sword in his hand to smash the scimitar open, but he couldn't prevent more than a dozen wounds on his body in an instant, large and small.

"Pain doesn't matter!" He laughed wildly and drew the last two slashes, and the accumulated strength finally made Amano's wrist unbearable, and he could only watch as the "Ten Thousand Swords Absolute Shadow", which was obviously much heavier than the scimitar, escaped from his hand, and flew out like a rocket in front of his eyes, and stabbed into the beam of the house with a "grabbing" sound.

And the moment the blade flew up, obscuring the sight of both sides, the scimitar in Hazar's hand once again abandoned all the changes in moves, and stabbed into Amano's abdomen in a strange straight line.

"Hmm!"

Amano subconsciously took a step back, trying to get the cutlass out of his body. However, Khazar did not give him such a chance at all, and as soon as his steps moved, Khazar took a step forward, always keeping a fixed distance from him.

"You're finished! Brat! Hazar laughed, his wrist flicked upward, and the scimitar that had stabbed deep into Amano's body threatened to turn his internal organs into a bloody mess. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt as if his hand was tightly locked by an unbreakable iron tong, and he was completely unable to move for a minute.

"You didn't have time to finish." Blood was pouring from Amano's mouth and nose, but he gripped Khazar's hand holding the knife as if he didn't care, and said with a smile, "The pain doesn't matter...... It's all about having fun! ””

Khazar suddenly noticed that the other hand's hand had reached behind his back without him noticing! The scene when Amano appeared suddenly appeared in his mind, sitting calmly and smiling in the middle, with two swords on the left and right sides......

The white light flashed, and the Hazar retreated!

Amano's grasp used all the strength of his body, making it impossible for Hazar to break free. But although the slash of his other hand was fast, it was still not as fast as any of his previous attacks, and perhaps Hazar could reach out and grab the blade, at most it would cut a little skin, and it would not do much damage at all.

However, Khazar's battle instincts told him that he could not be hurt at all in the face of that sword.

Well, there's only one option.

Just before Amano's sword was about to touch Hazar's body, the barbarian general, known for his decisive decision-making, had already made the most important decision of his life. He swung his left hand into a sword, severing his wrist a moment before the blade reached his body, in exchange for the freedom to dodge backwards, allowing him to dodge the sword at the last moment.

Amano's left hand still held Khazar's right hand holding the knife, but now only a bare wrist remained. But he didn't expect this blow to be cut into the air, and there was a rare expression of surprise on his face, and his body movements were a little slower because of this.

Although Khazar spurted blood from his wrist, he would not miss any opportunity to attack. He flew up and stomped on his severed wrist, stabbing the scimitar into Amano's body for a few more points, and he himself flew backwards with the force of this step, keeping a safe distance from Amano.

(It's too strong, and the two sides are completely desperate to play.) ）

The shopkeeper stared intently at the battle on this side, almost forgetting to breathe.

Dian Xiaoer had never been able to figure out why Amano would rather use the bulky and unfavorable "Ten Thousand Swords Absolute Shadow" than use the "Magic Sword 'Lost' Soul" instead. In this kind of one-on-one battle, and without the other party's knowledge, the magic sword is simply the undisputed number one artifact among the seven swords. As long as you can inflict a little wound on the other party and delay it a little longer, you can take the other person for your own use, and you don't even have to think about how to knock them down.

And "Ten Thousand Swords and Shadows" shouldn't be used like this. The countless hidden weapons it hides in the sword body are very powerful attack methods against enemies under unknown circumstances, but Amano has been using it as an ordinary big sword in a regular manner during this time, which makes the shopkeeper 200 puzzled.

By this time, however, everything was clear. This round of offensive and defensive battles is completely a blood-for-blood fighting style. Amano voluntarily abandoned his weapon at a disadvantage, sacrificing himself to be stabbed in exchange for the opportunity to lock on to his opponent at close range and deliver the final blow with the "Magic Sword 'Ecstasy' Soul". If the plan succeeds, although he will be injured, he can control an extremely powerful puppet to fight for him, and at the same time, it is equivalent to eliminating an enemy, which is not a loss.

Khazar's beastly instincts were beyond his expectations, however, his trick was not yet finished.

"The leader is wounded! Above! ”

The waiting barbarian soldiers saw blood spurting from Khazar's wrist, and they were immediately furious, and rushed into the inn to avenge the commander. The rules on the prairie, survival is always the first, so they don't care about the accusation that more wins. If it weren't for the battle just now, they would have come up early in the morning to help.

However, Amano's mouth suddenly 'revealed' a hint of a secret smile that had succeeded in his trick.

In the next second, death fell from the sky.