In the face of the charge of the High Knights, there are two options:

One, stay mobile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, the skillful knights of the guns and horses have extremely strong subtle control skills, and the tips of their spears can accurately pierce the running elk, which shows that the risk of early escape is very high.

Two, seize the last second to circumvent. The closer the tip of the knight's spear is to the target, the less room the horse has to adjust its direction. Therefore, the moment when the gun head is close at hand, it is the time when the chance of escape is the highest.

The Grand Master was an old knight, so it was only natural that he chose the second option. He carried the great sword, calmly walked to the middle of the road, glanced at the afterglow, and saw that Farragut had indeed turned slightly, and the tip of the spear was always locked on the chest of the Grand Master, and not an inch had been shifted.

"Subtle manipulation. Sure enough, it's a rider with a horse and a horse......" The Grand Master stopped his temptation, and stood leisurely in the middle of the road with his sword in his hand, waiting for the knight's spear to pierce him.

"Grand Master can't launch the speed of light charge anymore, this shot can hit!" Fillia nervously pressed the towering breastplate, Fushu stood up, stared at the charging Farragut expectantly, and prayed sincerely: "I must kill him!"

She suddenly caught a glimpse of a blue cloak flying past her vision, and when she saw Frederick leading two light horsemen, only two horses behind Farragut, she rushed unstoppably towards the Grand Master. And Frederick's right hand was already grasping the sword on his back!

Filia was stunned for a moment, and almost cried out, thinking in fear: "It's too dangerous for the light cavalry to get close to the Grand Master! He has no plate armor to protect himself, and he will be stabbed in two! Didn't he bring a large army, why are you so impatient!"

Next, the bright red horse slammed into the Grand Master.

The figure of the Grand Master was vaguely crooked, and rushed towards the port side of Farragut, perfectly avoiding the knight's spear on the starboard side, and at the same time clenched the black cross sword with both hands, and swung out a circle of sword arcs that swept the leaves with a blast, and the blade of the sword swept away a circle of sand, cut the ground, swept into the air, and after a circle, slashed at Farragut's vest!

Farragut seemed to know that he would be wound, he didn't say a word, leaned forward, held the power sword on his left waist with his left hand, pulled out a foot, and the moment the snow blade stuck the "black cross", the clutch was pinched to the end.

The scabbard of the power sword suddenly exploded, and the vigorous sparks sprayed wildly to the ground, and under the impetus of the sparks, the power sword accelerated to 16 knots, just hitting the black cross sword. Even if the backhand holding of the sword caused a lack of strength, the thrust of the power sword itself still strongly blocked most of the Grand Master's power, allowing the Black Cross Greatsword to cut into Farragut's back armor with half the force, only cutting through the skin without slashing Farragut's spine.

Farragut snorted, leaned forward again, and was carried away by the war horse, and the black cross sword embedded in the back armor was also pulled out, leaving a dark and deep rift on the back armor, if the light was better, he could even see the blood-stained cotton shirt inside.

In the moment of passing by, the Grand Master dodged the spear and pierced the armor with a sword!

As an infantry fighter resisting cavalry, Grand Master has handled it perfectly. In fact, only the muscle fibers that had been tempered by the penance of the Grand Master could burst out with the speed of dodging the knight's spear. If it were someone else, he would have been knocked away by a war horse a long time ago.

However, when Grand Master's sword was embedded in Farragut's body, he ignored two other things.

First: Frederick never abandoned his soldiers.

When the Grand Master rolled to Farragut's left side like a spinning top and swung his sword to hit Farragut's back, Frederick and the two light cavalry, who were in hot pursuit, just charged at full speed, like a stake target, which could perfectly exert the maximum strength of the light cavalry, and slash at the Grand Master with a bow and a horizontal sword!

Frederick had already pulled out the Ideal Messenger on his back, loosened the reins, clamped the horse's back with only his legs, and then held the half-meter-long hilt of the sword with both hands, tilted his body into the air, and smashed the snow-white blade of the Ideal Messenger on the shoulder blade of the Grand Master with the power of wielding the Glaive Broadsword!

The light horse's sweeping blow can use the horse's speed to multiply the slashing power. Frederick clearly had high hopes for this sword, because when he roared and slashed this sword, the ideal messenger accelerated at full speed, the galloping gears made a piercing sound of wear, the sparks spewed out of the sword trough were as thick as dragon breath, and the one-and-a-half-meter-long snow-white blade dragged an insolent flame dragon trajectory under the impetus of the pitch-black sword spine, sparks smashed on the shoulder blades of the Grand Master in all directions.

The Grand Master couldn't be more elusive, his sword was embedded in Farragut's back, and there was no time to deal with Frederick. When the vest was hot and tearing open the wound, the Grand Master was heartbroken to realize the importance of "team fighting".

"Sure enough, you still can't act alone......" The Grand Master thought for a moment in grief and indignation, and then was staggered forward by Frederick's knife, just as Farragut's war horse ran away, leaving only the Grand Master standing in the middle of the road with a two-handed sword, the steel plate on his back bloomed hideously, and inside the steel plate, the shoulder blade was split into an angry wound, and the blood even shot out a few drops, flowing down along the steel plate, like blood and tears under the eyelids.

He ...... He succeeded!" Seeing Frederick pull back and turn around with his blood-dripping sword, Filia couldn't believe the truth: the Grand Master would also be pierced, and the Grand Master would also be wounded?

This sudden ecstasy even healed Filia's internal organs. She held her nose and red lips, the pleasure of revenge, and the dawn of hope, as if turned into full sunshine, warming her body warmly. She stared at the battlefield with wide eyes, and almost rolled down tears of joy.

In the next second, the remaining two light horsemen had already swept past the Grand Master one left and one right, using the same posture as Frederick, bowing down and flying past the Grand Master, and two roaring power swords slashed at the Grand Master's head, and the time was only less than one second behind Frederick.

In the sound of horses' hooves that shook the ground, the cavalry seemed to hear the Grand Master muttering angrily: "It's not over, isn't it?"

Suddenly, when the two horse scouts were pinching the Grand Master, the Grand Master suddenly rose up and pushed the "Black Cross" poked on the ground into the air, and the heavy two-handed sword was suddenly lifted to the belly of the war horse, and the trajectory of the sword was still very slow when it danced.

Half of the war horse suddenly left its body, planted on the ground, neighed and slid out, and the hot horse's blood leaked out of the sharp fracture, painting the yellow sand road with a line of crimson. When the corpse stopped, the bloody reins fell on the broken neck of the war horse, and a leather-gloved hand was clutched tightly on the reins!