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Covering this area is a thick air of steel.

The fierce battle between Cangdu and Contenst has lasted for ten minutes, and in this time that cannot be judged whether it is long or short, dozens of knife marks and dents have accumulated on the armor of the two, which are left by every slash and punch, and the air around the two people is filled with the astringency of metal, mixed with the sweat of men.

In this breathtaking battle, no knight intervened, and the duel between the two people in full swing has long risen to a realm that ordinary knights can't enter, because no one can keep up with the rhythm of these two people, if someone is arrogant and stubborn and delusional to be among them, it is equivalent to stepping into a battlefield defenseless, and they can't do anything, they can only stare and sit and wait for death.

This is the battle between the knights, a battle between people who are at the top of the world, obviously they are close, but they seem to be watching a battle from another world, and they feel so far away from themselves, and they seem to be unable to catch up with such a figure in their lives, as if they will only appear in a dream battle.

Every time there is a confrontation, the action of attacking, the action of counterattacking, the action of counterattacking, tightly connected together, flowing and dazzling, no matter which side, can capture the flaws of the other party at that moment with the most rapid response, and make the corresponding attack, in the same way, no matter which side, can also detect the opponent's intentions with a faster step of agility, make up for their own mistakes, and burst out of the limit of physical strength in an instant.

The ability of the body, the brightness of the magic, the judgment, and the explosive power in an instant, all of which are incomparable to ordinary knights, this is the real knight captain, every minute and every second, they are constantly squeezing their own limits.

It is like two batches of tigers, leopards and lions who are fighting for life and death.

"How many years have passed since I closed my eyes, and you have become a bearded uncle like me. Contenster quipped, and the weapon in his hand slashed to the left, as fast as an instant.

Cang reacted without thinking, swinging his knife to the right, as fierce as thunder. Two knives collided, and steel resonated

Obviously, every joint of the body was immersed in such a fierce battle, but the two of them were still wielding their swords, and at the same time, they drew their attention to stage a relaxed conversation, as if the long-lost old man was chatting happily, on the tip of the knife and the sea of fire.

"I can't remember clearly, how many years have passed, I can only say that the years are not forgiving, for you, the last second, you are still standing on the sword mound that has been passed down for centuries," Cangdu also said in a casual tone, "Commander." ”

Today's Cangdu is the head of the knights of the first sub-regiment, and many years ago, the man in front of him was the head of the first sub-regiment, and in Cangdu's mind, this man will always be his own regiment leader, even if he is now quite prestigious and famous, but when he sees the former commander again, he still ignores his status and calls the other party a regiment leader, as if he has become a young child from an unknown number of years ago, without any status and fame, following behind the man in front of him, this man who is so powerful that he is out of reach at the beginning, fantasizing about the future。

"Yes, I remember very clearly, the last night sky I saw before closing my eyes was gray, and there was not a single star. Contenst said.

The original crisp and deafening collision sound suddenly changed, and suddenly turned into a long and piercing friction, Cangdu still took a step earlier than the other party and made a mistake that could not be recovered in time, at this moment the weapons in his hands were locked by Contenst, and he could not be pulled out immediately, and Contenst's arm rotated flexibly, and while suppressing, he raised his left arm in an instant and smashed it into Cangdu's neck.

Cang didn't choose to take this opportunity to immediately release the restraints of his hands, but quickly bent his neck back, leaving the track where the opponent's arm was waving, as if Contenst was not an arm, but a sharp knife that could cut off his head, the howl of the wind became sharp, Contenst's arm really turned into a knife attack, to be precise, a row of sharp blades suddenly appeared on one side of his arm, those of course seemed to break through the ground and sprouts, Contenst's arm was the soil that gave birth to them.

Cangdu he fully understands the other party's means and abilities, that is the predecessor he once longed for, in that era, a teenager like him, all regard those famous outstanding people as heroes in their hearts, yearning for one day, he can also become such a powerful character, on the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles, like a lion and tiger.

"You've studied my moves thoroughly. Contenst said that his blow missed, and while he was adjusting, Cangdu had been freed from his restraints and attacked again.

"For many years, I have always stubbornly regarded you as the strongest person, and almost every day I will take time out to imagine that when you are still there, I will fight with you in the air and imagine you," Cangdu sighed, "What an honor, I didn't expect to see the sword of the regiment commander again." ”

The walls around and the ground under the feet of the two were full of sharp blades, like thorns formed by a blade, as if they had just been born with a rain of knives, so they would have the status quo today, which was Contenst's magic, not to release the magic power to the outside world and then transform and shape the attributes, but to condense directly in the body. This is his combat flow, all the weapons are hidden in the body, and the person who fights with him, if he has not seen countless times and knows his fighting methods, and his habits of making moves, or his reaction is extremely agile, there is often no way to know the direction of his attack, every action of Contenst is true or false, you watch his right hand attack with all his strength, maybe this move is a real blow, but it may also be just a disguise, when you still think that his palm will stretch out the blade in the next moment, the real blade may have already appeared from another direction, penetrating your vital point.

Its name is the Extreme Killing Method, and the form is not made of a sword

But the most feared thing about Contenste is not only this flow method, but also himself, his strong body that can control this flow method, only every inch of muscle is as tough as steel, in order to withstand the pain of a thousand knives embedded in the body, as the so-called first let go of his life and death and body, and win the feeling of pain, in order to use this flow method to play a magical effect, to the enemy's life.

Extreme methods of killing enemies, surprise attacks that are difficult to judge, and only belong to his own sword system.

It is with a body that is more indestructible than anyone else, Contenste will have its own unique legend, in that war where the stars are falling, a small detachment he led, once strayed into the enemy's ambush, that time was the most difficult period of the war, long years of campaign, the strength of the army is extremely precious, in order to save the worst situation of the whole army, Contenst tried his best to make a way out, ordered all the knights to retreat, but he stayed alone to block the enemy army, for the escape of others and broke off, no one knows what kind of cruel battle was staged in that death, and then the Knights of the Moon Night sent more men back to that placeAnd when they arrived, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Like a picture scroll, on the mountain road where the blood has not completely faded, a large number of enemy corpses are piled up together, piled up into small peaks, blood flows between the corpses and corpses, turning into a torrent of streams, dyeing the carrion of the mountain peaks of the corpses bright red and eye-catching, and even the moon above the sky, when it moves over this place, is also dyed red by the blood mist floating in the sky.

At the top of this mountain of corpses, Contenst, the man's body was still standing upright, his body was full of all kinds of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and the flesh and blood of his body were blurred and could not be distinguished, only the unique helmet on the head could prove his identity, people took off his helmet, and found that the helmet and his face and scalp were glued together with blood, and the flesh blurred the face, so that the expression on his face was unknown, but the people who witnessed this scene at that time believed from the bottom of their hearts that it must be a tough look on his face that did not change at all, just like his statue-like body。

No one can rely on their own imagination to restore the battle that took place there that day, and there is no one like him, who is just within the limits of human beings, so that he can be pierced by weapons and still insist on this with one block of hundreds, intercepting all enemies and killing them all.

Someone had stepped forward and nudged the hero's body, it was already cold and piercing, and the battle had already ended before help arrived, but this man's body was as unshakable as steel, even if he was lifeless. It seems that this mountain of corpses has become one with the earth, and he has grown deep on the top of the mountain.

The veterans who survived that war, who were fortunate enough to witness that scene, could not help but talk about what they saw that day every time they recalled, and saluted the hero who died like a steel statue with the greatest admiration, and wished that his soul would become an immortal heroic spirit when he returned to the earth.

Predecessors once said that when Haojie was dying, he would not take off his crown and helmet.

On that day, everyone present burned the figure of the man in their hearts, including the fiery red fluff on his helmet, which swayed in the night wind, even in the pool of blood, it was still spotless.