Then Frederick slashed his sword at the window, and the one-and-a-half-meter ideal messenger turned into a sharp arc of the moon, slashing through the wall and through the window, and the hilt of the sword swung in the corridor, but the blade appeared outside the building, and unstoppably struck the Grand Master hanging outside the window, just slashing the hardest of the Solar shoulder armor; Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Grand Master knew that after the blade broke through the armor, the blade was close to the flesh, which was the most thrilling and violent 1 second. If his arm is slashed from the belly of the sword to the tip of the sword in these 1 seconds, the wound will at least burst to the bone, completely cutting off a triceps muscle, then his left arm will be completely useless, and he will not want to get out of the mountain for a year and a half.

Therefore, the Grand Master immediately kicked the lattice of the window, away from Frederick, and the whole person hung on the great sword with his right hand, hanging outside the building. This kick allowed his shoulder to leave Frederick's blade in time to keep his muscles healthy.

Then, hanging in the air, he urged his divine power to squeeze the veins of his left arm with his steely muscles to stop the bleeding, and after two swings outside the building, he regained his strength, and hung on the crumbling greatsword with one hand, and shook it twice like a swing, swinging higher and higher, and on the third swing, he threw his feet into the window, and then he threw his foot into the spine of Frederick's sword with one kick, kicked the power sword crookedly, and slid his waist into the window, his feet steadied in the corridor, and his right hand had drawn the long sword nailed through the wall. Then the terrifying black cross greatsword was like an iron rod for demolition, and the tip of the sword was crooked in the corridor, cutting through half of the wall, drawing a half-arc outside the building, and was held by the Grand Master with both hands, and slammed into the window.

Then, the Grand Master standing in the corridor, holding the long sword that lay across the window, slashed in a circle, and the black cross sword involuntarily cut through the wooden window lintel, and slashed through the masonry wall with devastating deterrence, first cutting out a one-and-a-half-meter-long transparent crack in the corridor wall, spreading a ray of sunlight on the carpet, and then slashing at Frederick like a bamboo. When Frederick heard the sound of the wall collapsing, he knew that the great sword was in his body, and he struggled to raise the imperial soldiers to block.

The artifact screamed in Frederick's mind: "This sword can slap you to death on the wall! I'll pour the power of discipline into your right arm muscles and slash the sword with my sword! Change the trajectory of his sword and dodge! You can't block it!"

The artifact directly intercepted Frederick's brain waves and completed the induction dialogue, so Frederick instantly understood the central idea of this sentence and suddenly realized: "Wearing cloth clothes has the benefit of flexibility." Suddenly, a bolt of lightning rushed from his navel, hitting the muscle of his right arm, and he suddenly felt that his arm was as light as a feather, and his strength doubled. Since the "temperance force" is in place, he did not hesitate, changed the block to attack, when he tightened the clutch, the speed of the sword skyrocketed to 19 knots, a sword on the black cross sword, the two swords intersected, the power sword shook violently, and the big sword was slightly crooked; Frederick staggered back with the power of the countershock, withdrew two meters of sword circumference, and narrowly avoided the waist cut, and then the ten fingers relaxed, grasped, and re-grasped the hilt, and the tiger's mouth was numb in pain.

"Have you learned wisely? But how many swords can you still hold onto?" Grand Master hated Frederick like a fly, and wanted to slap him to death in one breath, dragging his sword and chasing him over; The cramped corridor was obviously inconvenient for the two-meter sword to perform swordsmanship, but the Grand Master ignored the obstacles of the wall, and danced the style of the demolition team, in a piece of splashing bricks and gravel, in the ruins of the noisy corridor, the two-meter-long sword attacked and slashed wildly, scratching the corridor scarred. The sword marks were dripping, and he unstoppably slashed Frederick's 3 swords in a row, forcing Frederick's mouth to burst into tears, and the hilt of the sword was dripping with blood, and he definitely couldn't stop the fourth sword.

The artifact "buzzed" for a while, and then the voice became clearer, and he asked faintly: "There are only 23 points left in the temperance power - that is, if you block two more swords, your muscles and energy will reach the end of exhaustion and exhaustion." If I pour the power of discipline into your legs, no one can catch up when you run for your life. Why don't we run first?"

The artifact was moved by his own thoughts, and said with tears in his eyes: "And when you run for your life, you will also lose the temperance exercise, and constantly replenish the temperance power to continue to escape, theoretically you can escape infinitely - so excited, how about we verify it?"

Frederick stood in the middle of the hallway, watching the Grand Master with burning eyes walking with his sword in his hand, knowing that he was completely sure that he would take his life. He didn't run, he still stood with his sword raised, the tip of the sword resting on the ground, and his breath rose and fell slightly: "I said artifact, you are so eager to transform the festival, but do you know what the festival is?"

The exchange of brainwaves exchanged a thousand words in an instant: "Isn't the festival a kind of energy?"

"Nope. Discipline, that is the power of a man's soul, is the reason why human beings are human beings! How can you understand that you propose to escape?" Frederick gritted his teeth: "You see in the distance, there are two beautiful girls in yukata who are in danger of being protected, you actually propose to escape, do you want to make Lao Tzu lonely for a lifetime!"

This thunderous thunderbolt exploded at the processing core of the artifact, and after translating into this reverberating brain wave, the artifact had no time to stop it, Frederick had already silently clenched his sword in both hands, launched a charge that swallowed mountains and rivers, and roared at the artifact: "Since the festival is also blood, then it will flow gloriously in battle! I am willing to use my life's discipline to fight for every inch of my land!"

The artifact was horrified to see that Frederick's original [-35/100] festival value suddenly soared, like a red market, rising against the storm, and instantly rose to [47/100]!

"This ...... This man, his discipline value recovery speed is shockingly fast!" The artifact suddenly realized something in horror: "This host of bone surprise can't die! His discipline is like rain, he is an inexhaustible oil field, a rainforest, and his discipline is reborn faster than the weeds that spring breeze blows! I can't go back to the days without discipline, woo woo woo...... I've had enough of being used every day as a hemorrhoid patch, every day as a cardiovascular health device! A mortal who has easily degenerated into a villain can no longer satisfy my need for discipline -- what I need, what I have always needed, is this kind of man who can feed me infinitely!"

Before the artifact could be trained by Frederick, he fell into an incurable attachment, and instantly fell in love with Frederick, and thought in horror: "So Frederick can't die! I have just felt the fullness of my work, how can I let the full happiness pass by and just slip through my fingers!

The artifact emitted a girl's sorrowful scream.

The Grand Master laughed, "Is there no way back?" Suddenly he clutched his sword in both hands, glared at Frederick angrily, and shouted, "The men who disturbed me are sentenced to death! Yes, death sentence!" He did what he said, clutching his sword in both hands, and with the graceful posture of playing golf, he slashed his sword upward, vowing to cut Frederick open from the lower abdomen to the chin; (To be continued.) )