Sir Engel certainly did not know what an honour it was to compete with the First Swordsman, and how many people coveted it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, he only knew that the other party was an Assassin, not that this assassin was the leader of the Dark Shadow Assassins, the 'Night Elves' Fritt.

Fleet drew the black soft sword he used as a belt around his waist. He wielded the black soft sword in his hand, like a black snake spitting a letter in his hand, writhing and waiting for the opportunity to serve its prey.

This is a mysterious weapon from the East. The soft sword is not suitable for slashing and stabbing, but it can be cut, it can easily cut the ligaments at the blood vessels and joints, and it can be swung as fast as a whip.

Even if you miss a hit, you can quickly hit the next blow with a shake, which makes people unguardable, and the soft sword kills people by cutting the carotid artery, and the general armor will not protect the neck, so the lethality of the soft sword is very strong for knights.

The soft sword, because its sword body is as soft as silk, the strength is not easy to master and use, and the essence, qi and spirit must be highly concentrated when practicing, so it is a difficult type of swordsmanship in the type of sword, and it is a sword weapon that is completely different from the hard sword.

Fleet's sword aura was gentle without a hint of murder, like a dance.

He danced beside him. But it's not a dance, it hides a killing intention, such a gentle sword aura is easy to confuse people, ordinary people can't feel it at all, but people with strong swordsmanship are probably already terrifying.

Sir Enge was able to become the guardian knight of Duke Michod, the lord of Dehrim City, who was second only to King Haraus in the Kingdom of Swadia, and his swordsmanship was undoubtedly at the top level.

At the same time, he is more sensitive than anyone else. At this moment, he now feels like holding a wooden stake in the midst of wolves, unable to advance or retreat, but if he does not advance or retreat, there is only a dead end.

He had never seen such a mysterious weapon, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

But fortunately, he was wearing an impenetrable suit of armor, and except for his head, the rest of the body was hidden under steel. And he just needs to protect his head.

Sir Engel's body slowly became less stiff. He was able to move all but his hands. He moved closer to the opponent's body, facing the Assassin with his stiff arms.

Fleet continued to wield the soft sword in his hand, stabbing him in the throat, but he was dodged by him. But it still scratched a thin blood mark on the other party's throat.

Unfazed by the injury, Engel's hand moved away, and he raised his saber and gripped it with both hands as if it were a two-handed heavy sword. It's like being ready to strike a fatal blow at the Assassin on the other side.

Fleet's eyes glowed like wolves. Sir Enge felt a little frightened, and the sword aura that the other party danced casually made him afraid, because the sword aura that permeated everywhere could not hide the cold murderous intent hidden inside.

Fear, it can really make people crazy. And only fear can be brave. Sir Enge swung his sword with all his might and slashed at the assassin's head. He wanted to cut off the Assassin's head and end the night that had terrified him.

Frit blocked, gently blocked. The fierce and powerful blow actually allowed him to block it with a soft and light sword, gentle and invisible, like slashing on water. However, he did not easily defeat the weak by the strong, he tolerated him.

Sir Engel was stunned for a moment. The sword seemed to be drawn by a strange magnetic force, and it took him a lot of effort to pull it out, but he immediately slashed it again, like a magnet, and when he pulled it out, he had to cut it again.

He was stunned for a moment, you don't know what the opponent's weapon is made of, but there is undoubtedly a special material that can act as a magnet at close range, and the moment the weapons collide, the black weapon in the assassin's hand becomes extremely stiff.

Sir Engel didn't think much of it, he began to defend himself, he wanted to slowly fatigue the Assassin's body and make it impossible for the Assassin to escape, he was waiting for the soldiers in the mansion to come to his aid, so that he could make sure that he could catch the Assassin without fail.

But the Assassins have begun to counterattack. Fleet's sword was not fast, and he didn't see how hard he was working, but the sharp move was as fierce as a poisonous snake.

Sir Engel simply couldn't resist. He was forced to retreat, which would make it difficult for him to even defend, let alone attack. He was beaten backwards, and there was no place to retreat.

Then there will be no retreat. Sir Engel stopped less than two paces from the Earl of Caesto behind him, and began to swing his sword in counterattack, each of which was so powerful that those who were now retreating became assassins.

Sir Engel was very surprised, he was obviously difficult to defend just now, but all of a sudden, he was able to force the opponent to keep retreating and dodging. This filled his heart with doubts and worries.

The only way to control the situation now is to get the Assassin ahead of the curve and prevent the Assassin from fighting back, otherwise he will likely lose to the Assassin in front of him in an instant.

Fleet just deliberately asked him to fight back, he wanted the other party to show his flaws. He was sure of victory, but the knight in front of him was wrapped in hard armor, and the soft sword in his hand could not cut or pierce the opponent's armor.

The only possibility is to give full play to the advantages of the soft sword, take advantage of the flaws exposed by the opponent, and then cut the opponent's carotid artery in an instant at a very fast speed.

But the knight in front of him seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and even if he continued to attack, he always protected his head.

At the same time, Frit couldn't help but admire the middle-aged knight in front of him, he was indeed a knight with superb swordsmanship and a cautious and cautious knight.

At this moment, outside the corridor, there were multiple footsteps.

Frit knew that if he didn't leave, he really wouldn't be able to go.

His sword suddenly became extremely fast, and Sir Enge turned to attack and defend again, and he could only passively parry the opponent's attack.

Friet didn't stop his attack until he forced his opponent back to the window.

At the same time, he jumped towards the glass window. All of a sudden, the sound of glass shattering could be heard in the room, and the assassin was gone.

Lafad entered the door with a group of heavily armed soldiers, several of whom appeared in the room with torches in their hands, and the dimly lit room suddenly became bright.

I saw several crossbowmen holding bows and crossbows with arrows attached to them, guarding beside this young master.

"Father, what's wrong?" Lafad didn't see the Assassin, only the glass windows in the house being shattered.

Instead of answering his son's concerned question, Duke Michod walked straight to the broken window and looked down at the departing back of the black-clad assassin.

Seeing that his father had no intention of responding to him, Lafade turned his disgruntled gaze to the Knight Engel on the side.

When Sir Engel saw this, he responded: "An Assassin just snatched the window before you entered. He put his saber back into its scabbard, and he no longer had the strength to hold it in his hand.

"What, Assassin?" Lafad shouted after a moment's pause. "Father, don't worry, I'll take someone after you, even if it's a little bit of a dig in the ground, and I'll bring this assassin who dares to attack you to you. ”

Saying that, this handsome young master was about to leave with a few knights and a group of soldiers.

"Stop," Duke Michod scolded. "There's no need to chase him, he's gone, and as long as the assassin takes off his night coat, you won't be able to find him. ”

"Father, did you just let this guy escape?" Lafad suggested suddenly. "With your permission, I will arrest all those in the city who are suspicious of their actions, and with a bit of torture, I am sure that this hidden assassin will be caught. ”

"Fools, brutal methods of rule only make people hate their rulers even more. The duke turned and glared at his son. "Are you trying to force the people of the city to raise their arms against the dominance of the Mijod family?"

"But, Father......"

"Enough, I don't want to listen to your stupid words!"

"Your Excellency," said Knight Engel, speaking from the side. "Before you woke up, the assassin kicked this box at my feet, saying it was a gift for you!"

"A gift from an Assassin, and what could it be inside?" Lafad muttered to himself, commanding his father without waiting for his father to speak. "You two go and bring him, and I'll open it myself. "It's as if he's the master here, not his father.

However, his orders were not as effective as he thought. The soldiers stood still, instead looking at their allegiance to their lord.

After Duke Michod nodded slightly, the soldiers stepped forward and carried the box with a note on it to the young master.

Lafad crouched down and removed the note. "Kharma Khan?" he said, looking up at his father. "Father, there is the name of Halma Khan written on it, do you think this assassin could have been sent by him?"

"It doesn't matter who sent the Assassins," Duke Michod commanded. "Open the box and see what's inside. ”

The moment Lafade opened the box, his whole body froze, and he was so frightened that he put his hands on the ground and took two or three steps back, his face first turning pale and then extremely red. Strands of cold sweat ran down his spine.

Duke Michod frowned and stared at his son in front of him, and scolded angrily: "Something that has no interest, tell me quickly, what scares you like this?"

"Father, Father, Yes...... Be... It's a human head," Lafad shuddered. "It's the butler's head. ”

When Duke Michod heard this, he showed a look of surprise, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, assassin!" and then he returned to his usual complexion and ordered in a deep voice. "Send someone to search the entire mansion, the body must have been hidden by the assassin somewhere. ”

"Yes, sir!" a sergeant major commanded.

"Nothing," a look of disgust flashed in Duke Michod's eyes. "Go back to your room, don't be embarrassed here!"

"Yes, father!" Lafad bowed his head and shrunk as he left his father's room.

As he was leaving, he glared at Sir Engel with a malicious gaze. That look looked like he was blaming the other party, it was he who made himself embarrassed in front of his father. (To be continued.) )