The pistol had run out of bullets, and the sword stuck in the wall and could not be pulled out for a while, and Ernest was in a dilemma with no weapons to use. If he fought with his hand, no matter how strong he was, he would not be able to defeat Sven, who was a monster all over his body.

And Swain also saw this, although Ernest may have a hidden pistol under his uniform, but that kind of thing did not pose any threat to him, even if he stood for Ernest to fight, it was impossible to cause actual damage to Sven.

So, Swain attacked with impunity, and with the acceleration of his wings again, Sven rushed towards Ernest, his claws grabbing directly at Ernest's throat. This time it was Ernest's turn to dodge in embarrassment, and he was able to avoid the fatal blow, but then Swain's knee hit him with no way to dodge, and the huge impact hit Ernest's abdomen, knocking him straight away.

Ernest spat out a mouthful of blood when he fell to the ground, and Swain didn't spare his hand at all, and Ernest's internal organs were already injured. But instead of just sitting still, Ernest quickly got up and prepared for Swain's second attack.

It was an unwise move for Swain to knock Ernest out just now, in that case, it was the right thing to do if he used his strength advantage to firmly control the opponent and deliver a killing blow, and if the two sides switched positions, Ernest would definitely do it. However, Swain did not have the systematic combat training of Ernest, and he was not even proficient in the swordsmanship taught by Baron Deniz, and he was inevitably affected by the extremely corrosive magic of his mind, and his excessive negative mentality made him just want to torture his opponent.

Walking slowly towards Ernest, Swain's footsteps stepped on the gravel, crushing the stone directly into powder.

Looking at Swain walking step by step, Ernest took a deep breath, the muscles in his calves tensed, like a sprinter's preparation before the starting gun went off, he bowed deeply, and his hands were propped up to the ground.

With the ball of his foot kicked the ground, Ernest rushed towards Swain, although not as fast as Sven used his wings to accelerate himself just now, but Ernest's speed has almost reached the limit of human beings, in order to survive, in order to defeat this monster, the potential of his body is constantly stimulated.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Ernest's running speed is already very fast, but for Swain, who can reach higher speeds, such a speed is far worse, far less than the speed of Ernest's sword just now. Staring coldly at Ernest's trajectory, Swain saw that Ernest didn't actually want to rush in front of him and give himself a fatal blow, his steps were actually trying to bypass him.

Want to run away?

Swain, of course, didn't have pity on Ernest, but he didn't intend to kill the other party right away, such a rare opportunity, there were so many things he could do.

As Ernest was about to pass by him, Swain jerked out his arm, his sharp claws lying in front of Ernest. At this speed, it was impossible for Ernest to avoid it completely, and the only thing he could do was not to let his vital point be caught.

Razor-sharp claws slashed across Ernest's flanks, and although the pain stung his nerves, Ernest endured the pain and continued to run at high speed with years of self-training.

At this time, Sven finally felt that something was wrong, if Ernest was going to run away, then he shouldn't have let himself be sideways just now, but should have slid low and dodged. Running at a rapid pace would have accelerated the flow of blood, and if he did, the bleeding would only be more intense, and it would have left Swain with a trail to pursue, even if it was better to slow down for a while than to be attacked by Sven.

Turning around quickly, Swain saw that Ernest was heading straight for the sword stuck in the wall. With the help of the tremendous momentum of running at high speed, Ernest reached out and grabbed the sword as he approached it, and used the running force to pull the sword out in one fell swoop.

This is not something that ordinary people can do, at that speed, the sword will come out of his hand, and even if it is pulled out, Ernest's arm will have to bear the friction caused by the high speed, and now his hand holding the sword is already bloody and blurred.

After Ernest drew his sword, inertia allowed him to continue to rush forward for a certain distance, and at this time, Swain had already caught up at a faster speed, he didn't want to give Ernest time to adjust his posture, even if the space was small, he spread his wings full, even if the wings had hit the wall, he still fluttered towards Ernest.

Ernest's left foot took a step forward and glided across the hallway for some distance across the ball of his foot, increasing the friction and stopping himself faster. Although his back was to Swain, Ernest could sense Sven's general direction of attack through the sound of his wings flapping and the flow of air. He hid his sword in front of his chest, although his back to Swain made him unable to see the other party, but at the same time, Sven couldn't see the position of Ernest's sword and the way he held the sword, if he was really good at swordsmanship, he would definitely not choose to attack rashly in this situation, but Sven's swordsmanship level was far worse than Ernest's. Although Baron Deniz had taught Swain for a while as he had taught Ernest, it was clear that Swain's interest was not in that, and he preferred to read his grandfather's collection in his study rather than sweat.

In pursuit of speed, Swain chased Ernest with all his might, which also caused him to not have much space and leeway to choose a tricky angle to attack, so he almost straight and used his claws to attack Ernest's back.

Ernest almost perfectly predicted the direction of Swain's attack without vision, perhaps to say that Ernest was Swain's father after all, and through just ten minutes of fighting, he had a good understanding of Swain's habits and temper when fighting.

He quickly lowered his body and let Sven claw from mid-air claw, then he lowered his waist and pressed his weight on one leg, turning around like a compass, and slashed perfectly into Sven's right calf.

The sword made Swain feel pain like he had never felt before, even though Planck had nearly cut his body in two with a single slash. Because of the severe pain, his concentration could not be hit, so that the wings that kept the flying attitude could not be controlled, and he soon fell forward.

Sven struggled to get up, but his injured right leg was completely unable to support his movements. Ernest's sword is very tricky, the sword slashes directly through Swain's shinbone, not only cutting Sven's tibia, but the most vicious thing is that Ernest twisted the hilt of the sword as fast as he could when he slashed into Sven's right leg, causing the blade to stir in Sven's bones, shattering the bones.

When Sven fell to the ground, he couldn't adjust his center of gravity, so his injured right leg hit the ground directly, making his injury even worse, the broken bones were pierced out of the flesh, the shin bone was constantly popping, and the blood was flowing. This time, Swain's wound didn't heal as quickly as before, one reason was that there wasn't enough life force nearby to replenish his energy to heal himself, but Swain knew that it wasn't the whole reason. He could be sure that Ernest was just an ordinary person, he didn't have any magic in his body, and the sword in his hand was not like Planck's scimitar, there was nothing peculiar, but he did inflict irreparable injuries on himself.

Sven's magic power is gradually declining, when he was sealed, his magic power has been in a state of consumption, and it has not been replenished, and now the injury caused by Ernest to him makes him unable to concentrate on maintaining his magic power, the feathers covering his body gradually faded, and slowly, his face was revealed, although there were still some black feathers on his body, but he could no longer maintain this posture.

Because Swain fell face to the ground, Ernest didn't see his face, maybe Ernest had guessed, maybe he hadn't, but it didn't matter, as he said before, he didn't want to know who the other party was, and he didn't need to know.

"It's over. Ernest walked behind Swain's back, raised his sword in his backhand, and aimed it at Swain's heart.

Since Ernest's previous sword could inflict irreparable injuries on Sven, it could kill him. Swain had never experienced this kind of feeling, and the erosion of magic had also revealed the closed emotions in his heart, and at this moment, he really felt the fear of death in his heart.

Sophia......

At the moment when Ernest swung his sword, all Sven could think of was his sister's name.

"Bang-"

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion under the floor of the corridor where the two were located, the ground cracked, Ernest subconsciously jumped backwards, and Sven fell straight through the sudden hole.

Ernest, who missed the best opportunity to kill the other party, couldn't help but take a sip, this time was too coincidental, the fire happened to spread, and now if he insisted on going down to check the other party's body, he was afraid that he would be surrounded by flames.

Looking at the entrance of the cave, it was not only the ground on this floor that was shattered, but it also seemed that the corridors below were overwhelmed, and if they fell, they might fall all the way to the first floor.

Maybe dead.

Ernest thought to himself, then turned away.

Beria had to be found, and in any case, he had to be confirmed dead in the accident.

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Swain slowly got up, and he looked at the rubble around him, and the many corpses, and it looked like he had fallen more than one floor.

Feeling the wounds on his body, except for the one on his right leg where Ernest had been cut, all the other wounds were slowly recovering. Falling from such a high place, even Swain's body suffered a lot of damage, and several ribs were broken, but even such an injury was not comparable to the injury caused to him by Ernest just now.

Sven held on to the wall, barely dragging his injured leg, and walked step by step. Although the corpses had lost their lives, they could still provide him with a little energy to help him recover from his injuries, but no matter how much the crows tried to absorb the remaining life force from these corpses, the injuries on his legs showed no signs of recovery.

"Why, that man, can do such a thing......"

Swain was panting heavily, and there would be no actual damage in the face of hundreds of pirates, but Ernest almost killed Sven by himself.

"Because he also has the blood of the Jericho family?"

Sven shook his head, the expression on his face regained his composure after the fall, and even though the wound was painful, he didn't show the same desperate pain as when he was slashed by Ernest.

"No, it shouldn't be. Jericho's Demon Dao is not a magic inherited in the bloodline, there must be some other reason. ”

He staggered slowly, but fortunately the fire wasn't immediately affected, otherwise Sven would have escaped.

"Get out of this place first, I miscalculated this time, but next time, I'll get it back. ”