The cacophony of tickling the roots of the teeth resounded again in the friction of the metal glove against the blade of the sword.

Barriet's weapons were getting closer and closer to the enemy's weak armor junction, and the distance between them was less than a finger's wide, as if the next breath had not frozen, the 'Iron Bride' would stab along the junction and go all the way forward, piercing the Death Knight's jaw and shattering the soul fire in his skull.

"Don't you still admit defeat?" Barrett replied through gritted teeth, the expression on his face made unusually hideous from the exertion of force.

Viscount Fried's ice-blue eyes shone brightly, but he didn't say anything. He roared, using all his strength to change the direction of the blade. In the next moment, the 'Iron Bride' rubbed the griffon's helmet's visor and stabbed straight into the frozen ground.

The ice crystals on the ground cracked in an instant, splashing on Barrit's face, and flew in all directions, glittering in the moonlight.

The stabbing of the blade caused Barriet to involuntarily stumble forward, but still pressed his knees against Viscount Fried's body. He quickly adjusted his balance and wanted to draw his sword to attack again, but the Viscount's left hand took the opportunity to directly pinch his neck.

I ******! The brute's face was bruised, and even the black tattoo pattern on his forehead was tinged with a slightly suffocating dark purple. Barrett grabbed the opponent's cold fingers with his left hand, pulled them away from his neck with the strength of the opponent, and pulled out the sword with his right hand, ready to deal a blow to the dead man who was lying on the ground and still moving.

But the Viscount had already raised his right hand high and aimed it at Barrett's face. In the cracked metal palm, a frost-formed rune flickered. With the next breath, the ice-blue runes shattered, and a bitter cold wind slammed into Barrett from the palm of the Death Knight's hand.

In this precarious moment, our barbarian adventurer crossed his arms to cover his face, but was still blown away from the Death Knight by the violent wind blast.

Barrett's body fell to the frozen ground and slid along the ground covered in broken ice crystals, hitting the wooden boxes filled with candles by the wall.

Several of the decaying wooden crates disintegrated, scattering white grease candles and pale yellow beeswax candles, mixed with scented candles with petals and leaves sealed in the body.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Barrett's head was a little dizzy from the impact and the previous suffocation, and he coughed as he struggled to get up from the pile of candles, only to find that his body was covered in ice again.

His whole body was cold and stiff, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. Obviously, the other party's blow to his body brought him a lot of damage.

This undead tin can is really hard to deal with!Barrett used all his strength covered in ice before he stood up in a trembling voice. In this simple but difficult process, he almost fell again after stepping on a candle.

The cold enveloped Barrett, and he felt ice crystals freeze in every organ in his body. It seems that a small amount of magical damage is still left in his body. However, Barriet's physical fitness (physique) is very high, and he can basically hold on.

However, the other party is not having a good time now. Barrett slowly slapped his body again, hoping that he would soon be freed from the effects of the ice, and mentally assessed the current situation.

The Death Knight, who had struggled to deal with, was now a one-legged knight, with only one leg to support his heavy armor. In this case, not to mention fighting, even standing can become quite a difficult thing.

Based on this, it will be himself who wins in the end, Barrett judged in his heart.

"To be honest, I've been amazed by your skills, and although I've overestimated your strength as much as possible, your combat experience still surpasses my expectations. Viscount Freed sat up from the ground, his griffon's helmet with a narrow slit in his visor.

"Whether it is the martial arts themselves or the reaction in battle, they are almost impeccable. "Within the breach, the pale face of the Death Knight could be faintly seen. Half-exposed, shriveled lips opened and closed without blood, "Whether in life or in the longer years of death, whether among humans or among the undead, I have never met a better guy than you." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, my lord. Barrett shuddered and recovered, "Are you going to admit defeat when you say that?"

"Hmph, it's too early!" Viscount Freed covered his broken leg with his right hand, and a blue glow flashed under the metal gloves again. Then, the joint of the broken leg was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The viscount picked up his rune greatsword from the side again, and with the help of the greatsword and ice, he slowly stood up from the ice.

Although the method of freezing the broken leg can be used as a support point to support the whole body, it will still be very affected in terms of movement.

Immediately after, Viscount Freed inexplicably plunged the rune greatsword into the ground in front of him, and looked up and said to Barrett, "However, you are still just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with good skills, that's all." They don't cast the same mysteries as mages, and they don't have the special spell-like abilities of other creatures. The reliance of your whole body is the magic weapon in your hand......"

No, it's just an ordinary peasant girl, not wearing fancy clothes or fine jewelry, but its 'beauty' is still very lethal. Barrett glared back at the viscount silently.

"Even though you've been lucky enough to hurt me with a little cleverness, you're still not going to win this fight. The viscount gripped the rune greatsword that had been stuck in the ground with both hands.

"It sounds familiar, and I remember another undead who had said the same thing to me, but I had already chopped off its head and extinguished the fire of the soul within. Barrett shot back faintly. "That guy is a corpse demon who seems to be a small leader who likes to wield a long sword that glows with a pale green glow. He pulled the sword out of the Ring of Space along with the corpse's withered claws, and shook it at Viscount Freed to show that he was right.

"Soul-sucking sword?" Fried turned cold.

"This thing is called the Soul Sucking Sword?" Barrett looked at it carefully, but didn't see anything famous, "Anyway, the owner of this weapon is the corpse demon, it originally wanted to trouble you, but unfortunately it was eliminated by me 'by the way'." He withdrew the soul-sucking sword with its withered claws back into the spatial ring.

"A lot of undead want to trouble me, and that's fine. The Death Knight said disdainfully, "Because they will eventually become my stepping stones to become stronger, and the guy you destroy is destined to be no exception." ”

"You're welcome. Barrett said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were saying something to thank you." ”

Through fierce fighting, Barrett judged that the previous corpse demon was indeed not the opponent of the death knight in front of him. Neither the dark cache nor the strange pale green sword should have any effect on the Death Knight, who is also an undead. These tactics only make it tricky for living people like Barrett.

"You think I'm talking big?" Viscount Fried's eyes, hidden under the griffon's helmet, stared straight at Barrett, "Ignorant fellow, you haven't seen my true strength. He shouted.

As he spoke, the ice crystals and frost mist on the ground began to surge and converge towards the place where the greatsword was. After two heartbeats, all the frost disappeared, and the marble floor inside the church reappeared its original color.

After absorbing all the frost, the runes on the greatsword lit up in turn. Immediately afterwards, Viscount Freed took the hilt of the sword, pulled it out of the ground, and changed from an inverted grip to a straight grip.

With a high-pitched roar, Death Knight Fried slammed his hands on the hilt of his sword to the sides, and the next moment, something strange happened.

In front of Barrity's eyes, the rune giant sword was actually divided into two one-handed long swords covered with frost and embedded with different runes!

Ouch, fuck me! Barrit's eyes widened, this trick is really good! His eyes showed unconcealed surprise and envy.

At this time, Barrett actually wanted to ask the lord in front of him, did all the Death Knights know this trick, or was this trick actually created by Viscount Freed himself?

If it is original, then can a living person learn it? If so, should he pay tuition......

Unfortunately, Viscount Fried didn't give him a chance to ask.

The Death Knight pointed his one-handed sword in his right hand straight at Barrett, and the next moment, a small patch of frost condensed at the brute's feet. Barrett didn't know what this frost was doing and what it would do, but it was clear that standing on it stupidly wasn't a good choice. He leaped to the side, dodging a spiked icicle that suddenly emerged from the small patch of frost.

Immediately afterward, the Death Knight swung his one-handed sword in his left hand at him from afar, followed by a cone-shaped frost breath that spewed out at Barrit. He had no choice but to stagger and run again, grazing the edge of his breath and jumping out.

Damn, after using this magical move, this guy actually has two more very sharp long-range attack methods, which is really overwhelming Barrett.

It's just that this death knight with a variety of attack methods, why didn't he use these tricks as soon as he came up, but instead had to use them separately in three stages?

Barrett didn't know why.

But now is not the time to think about that. Since the opponent's long-range means are so sharp, Barrett can only be forced to attack in close quarters again. He actually wanted to take a few more breaths and rest.

After dodging another icicle thrust that nearly pierced him, Barrett took an axe from the spatial ring and handed it to his left hand. Then, with a sword in his right hand and an axe in his left, he flew towards the other man again.

There's no fourth stage, Barrett thought to himself as he rushed over, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear it.

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