The horse was split in two, and the scout on the horseback was only left to sit in the saddle, and the rest of the shoulders, arms, and head were all like being spilled by a trebuchet, flying far away more than ten meters, wrapped in sand and bones. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power sword swung by the light horse slammed heavily on the shoulder armor of the Grand Master until this time, making a "dang" sound, and softly took off the palm of the corpse, and flew into the air with a whirl, refracting the dazzling light in the sun.

Then, the power sword of another light rider slashed at the helmet of the Grand Master, and at the moment when he was about to cut off the head of the Grand Master, the sharp blade of the power sword was fiercely grabbed by a chain mail glove, and the blade was stuck on the shoulder of the Grand Master and did not cut into his neck!

The Grand Master had just led his men and horses and cut off the cavalry, but he had only used the strength of his right hand, and his left hand had already been stretched out on his shoulder as if nothing had happened, waiting to grasp the blade of the chopping blade. After grasping it, the Grand Master's chainmail gloves were severed in response, and the palm muscles were cut in half by the blade, reaching the metacarpal bone.

The light cavalry roared and sprinted with their swords, and the power sword was castrated, trying to cut off the Grand Master's palm and chop off his head. In order to save his life, the Grand Master clutched the blade around his neck, staggered all the way back, and actually retreated backwards to maintain parallel to the war horse, so as to cushion the cutting force of the blade. As the Grand Master stumbled backwards with his sword on his neck, Frederick yelled, "Abandon the sword!" and revived his horse to try to save the hussar.

"Your Highness!" Farragut turned his head with his wounds, but he could no longer hold Frederick, so he had no choice but to chase after Frederick at a gallop, drawing his power sword and flying on the ground, plowing a field of sparks to intimidate the Grand Master, and joining the second hastily charge without stopping.

When the Grand Master staggered back with the knife on his neck, the sharp blade cut through the Grand Master's palm inch by inch, and the periosteum was plowed by the blade and the sharp pain tore the nerve of the Grand Master, the terrifying Teutonic knight instead clenched the blade, and when the power sword was about to slide out of his palm, he firmly clamped the blade red with blood, dragged the fleeing cavalry off his horse, swung it around, and threw the knight into the air, and then held the black cross hilt with both hands, and the tip of the sword went to the sky, so that the struggling and falling knight was cut off at the waist.

Frederick warned to "abandon the sword", but the scout did not react, and was sluggish for 1 second, causing a catastrophe of beheading.

All of this is interlocking, making these 3 seconds particularly thrilling, and even making Lily, who has never seen blood, bite the back of her hand tightly, open her eyes wide, and can't breathe.

Felia had already reacted, endured the pain of the split in her lungs, rushed out to pick up the Jin Xi sword, and rushed over to save people.

As Grand Master shouted to cut the scout in mid-air, Frederick slammed his horse into Grand Master's vest. The Grand Master flew out immediately, flew out without any suspense, and fell the loess road two meters away. If you want to change to another knight, it is estimated that the world will already be spinning, but the Grand Master shook his helmet with all his might, and immediately began to stand up with his sword swaying.

The horse was not armoured, and this blow caused it to lose its front hooves, and instead threw Frederick off the horse. With blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, Frederick staggered to his feet and staggered to the half-dead scout, dragging him to his feet, shouting, "Is there anything wrong?"

The Grand Master had already vaguely understood something, and quickly got up, angrily raising his sword and walking towards Frederick's back, even if he didn't say a word, this sabre-rattling killing intent was already obvious. The reason why he keeps going is because he has to spare time to deal with Farragut.

Farragut rode his horse and rushed over, and the power sword swept across the Black Cross Greatsword, and the blades intersected, shaking Farragut's palms numb. After Faragut and the Grand Master had passed this move, they stopped their horses sharply, turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the Grand Master with the power sword in a menacing manner.

The Grand Master knew very well that as long as he killed Farragut, all the living people present would be slaughtered by him. So he didn't hesitate to turn around and slash at the scarlet knight, as if he were improvising.

Elena helped Lily up, took the female officer's hand, and walked firmly towards the Grand Master and Farragut who were chopped into a ball. Six dragoons formed a tired cone formation, firmly guarding the empress at the core, and moved towards Farragut step by step.

These two weak and weak women moved step by step to the most terrifying Teutonic knights on the battlefield: the Grand Master of the Fallen Knights.

"Nick, Robin, protect me. Elena took over Philia's command with a blank face and said calmly, "Philia, Nils, help the flamingo and kill that Teutonic knight." ”

Because Elena took these few steps, the formation immediately reversed: the pressure from the bandits decreased, and the dragoons began to besiege the Grand Master.

Nils lost his robe and vented his anger on the Grand Master, and a sword of the Wind King beckoned to the Grand Master's neck, making it impossible for the Teutonic knights to fight with Farragut with all his might. And the Grand Master would never dare to expose his back to Filia, because he knew the routine of the Lightspeed Sword - the Farina family's anatomical attainments were about to catch up with theologians, and Filia could send the Jin Xi Sword into the gap of the plate armor from the most tricky angle, "happeningly" to pick a certain artery, or simply crush his spinal nerves and cerebellum, so that he would be lost for a thousand years.

When wars are lost, unity is the only way out.

There were more than a dozen bandits left who sold the first wave of Grand Master and were very happy to sell the second wave of Grand Master, and they very professionally kept the pressure on Robin and Nick, shouting:

"Grand Master, we're holding back the dragoons!

"Attack the left flank of the dragoons!"

"I'm attacking his next game!"

Then the bandits jumped up and down to frighten the two dragoons, shouting with righteousness and swords, and no one stepped forward, and they were full of confidence in the Teutonic knights, and waited obscenely for the Grand Master to turn the tide.

Grand Master angrily lifted his helmet, and with a single sword slashed Farragut's power sword buzzed and vibrated to force the flamingo to retreat, and then Grand Master panted and held the sword flower—yes, with one hand—and slowly stepped back, pointed his finger at Frederick, and said, "You lied to me. You asshole villain, you're a liar. ”

Frederick gently asked the scout, "Is the lung okay, the ribs are broken", and made sure that the scout was not pierced by the broken bones, and then pointed his sword at the group of bandits jumping up and down, and said coldly: "Now drop your weapons and roll into the forest, I can pardon you and only hang the Grand Master." Otherwise, when Otto arrives, there will be no grass left!"

"Lie!" the Grand Master lifted his face armor, smacked a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and shouted in indignation: "You have no reinforcements at all! You brought a scout squad to send you to your death, pretending that there are thousands of troops behind you, you think you are very smart? Lies will break down over time, and you, a big lie, will not only break as fast as a soap bubble, but will also kill you! I will definitely peel you and make a scarecrow! Damn!"