Frangiss didn't know where Martin's confidence came from.

It's not disparagement, it's that she really doesn't understand.

It stands to reason that Martin should be a great shooter, he shouldn't be a swordsman.

Quite simply, because when he had just slain the goblin, although he showed good swordsmanship, Martin's steps seemed to be amateurish.

It was a ninth-rate pace that was completely out of tune with that exquisite swordsmanship.

Each kind of swordsmanship will have its own matching footsteps.

Martin is a typical layman's mismatch just now, if the movement of his lower body can match the arm of the upper body sword, the power of his sword skills can be increased by 30%, to say the least. But he just cut the goblin with a weaker movement.

This can really only bully a fragile race like goblins, and replace it with a standard green-skinned orc, and it is estimated that it will change to a sword blade that is almost there, and now the blade has been cut to the edge.

Martin casually stood with his feet back and forth, pointing the tip of his sword at Francis, and for a moment he was quite handsome. He meowed, and after raising it for more than ten seconds, the sword in his hand began to shake.

Right!

Martin, both in his past and present life, was a scumbag with no formal military training. College military training or something, forget about it after it's over.

In the final analysis, even after strengthening, he is a weak scumbag with a strength of only 8, not even the level of an ordinary peasant.

Seeing that Martin couldn't even hold a sword, Franise really began to doubt her life - was this really the good partner who used magical archery and strategy to take her out of a desperate situation?

Biting her lip slightly, the female knight spoke: "Martin Lorraine, I started sword training at the age of five, and changed hammers at the age of eight. I've never lost to an opponent who is less than five years my senior. I've seen all of Bakaria's swordsmanship, whether it's the basic cross sword, or the Ranger Knight's jungle sword, or even the legendary Pegasus Tianxiang swordsmanship. I'm sorry to ask you...... Uh, are you hurt or inconvenienced?"

Martin was a little embarrassed, and he could see that France's last sentence was supposed to say, 'Why are you kidding me?', but he changed his words out of respect for his temporary ally.

As for the inconvenience, of course there is.

My young master Martin is a swordsman!

At this moment, Martin really wanted to cry, and he began to maliciously think, if he slaughtered a few human knights or something, would he drop a set of swordsmanship for him?

However, the loser does not lose the battle!

Manly soybean curd, saying that if you want to die, you must die.

For the sake of chicken!

Martin's eyes lit up with fierce intent, his chin tilted slightly, facing the sky forty-five degrees, revealing a confident smile, and then he withdrew his sword and gently ** the sword body, as if looking at his lover.

"I'm not hurt, and there's nothing wrong with me. I created my own swordsmanship. In its first appearance, it hacked four goblins to death with a single move. And the last time it made a move, it died on this move, it was a troll. Because of this blow, I was able to embroider a troll head on my family's mermaid flag. ”

Originally, when Martin said that he had created his own swordsmanship, Franise still had a little doubt, wondering if Martin would fool her. When Martin talked about sewing her family's flag, even she couldn't help but be in awe.

In the world of Kaos, only the brave man who kills a powerful monster almost alone in the presence of more than 100 people is qualified to sew the monster's head with his own battle flag.

There is no room for falsehood.

And as soon as she goes out, she can immediately verify Martin's words, and Martin has no need to lie to her at all.

It is definitely a blessing for a warrior to be able to face a new sword technique that kills a troll with a single move and is likely to be passed down through the ages.

Franise couldn't help but clench her hammer, and she said solemnly, "Can I be lucky enough to know the name of this sword?"

"Absolutely. Actually, Martin wanted to laugh in his heart, and it took him a lot of effort to suppress the sad and hilarious impulse in his heart, and said in a deep voice with the momentum of an Oscar-winning actor: "The original name of this sword move is [Xia Ji Eight Cuts]. But, just now, I've sublimated it. Evolved into two moves with completely different styles......"

"One of the tricks is the ...... you use to kill the goblins"

"That's right, the name of this move is [Wind Eight Slash]!"

"What a domineering name. You're going to use a different trick, right?"

"Well, the next move I'm going to use is very powerful, it will attack you from angles that you absolutely don't expect, and you can't defend against it. "Martin was heavy.

"Well, its name is ......," asked Francis humbly.

"[True Ji Baluan Chop]!" In Martin's spiritual world, there is already a Martin who is holding his forehead and smiling bitterly, and he doesn't dare to face the name of his move at all.

In particular, Francise also solemnly studied for him: "I heard that in the far east, there is a strange bird called Luanniao, which is a bird like a phoenix in ancient Oriental myths and legends. Is that what it means?"

Martin was also surprised, this young lady is so knowledgeable!

"Awesome. You even know this, but whether my trick is worthy of this trick or not, please witness it with your body!"

"Okay—" With that, Franise gathered her hammer slightly, and struck a gesture that was almost a T-step.

The next second, the gradually approaching poison circle around them made both of them seem to see the duel battle flag waved down in the dark.

The two quickly approached each other at the same time.

Martin took the sword first, inheriting the brilliant start of [Natsuhime Eight Slash], and the starting style of [Mahime Hachiluan Slash] is also extremely gorgeous.

The sudden burst of sword light really startled Francis.

It's a pity that Martin's so-called fast sword still doesn't exceed the capture limit of the opponent's dynamic vision.

Fast but not dangerous, that's what Francis says about Martin's swordsmanship.

She had no idea what Martin's sword was for, and it wasn't even the direction or angle of the sword that dazzled her eyes!

It's a mess, right?

Another sword, this time in her right leg...... If her right leg was as thick as an elephant's leg and stretched forward half a meter, she would have almost been stabbed.

Francis felt that she had been fooled and humiliated!

She couldn't hold back any longer, and the hammer in her hand suddenly made a motion similar to playing golf, making an arc and slamming it into Martin's chin from the bottom up. If he hits, Martin will go from a fairly handsome aristocratic son to a crippled beggar who everyone will put change when they see it.

It was at this moment that Martin made a surprise move, throwing his short sword away. And it was the hilt of the sword that was forward, and the blade of the sword was thrown towards itself.

"Huh!?"

What the hell is this?

Martin shot too fast. His [Quick Slash Blade] flew almost to the right side of the hammer.

Francis had no idea what that meant?

But a miracle happened! The hilt of the dagger bounced into a rock on the ground, and then an extremely fast ninety-degree bounce stabbed her in the throat!

There is no way to avoid it!