Filia's left palm ploughed out half a meter on the ground, and with all her might, her body flew back, her center of gravity returned to its position, and the person had already swept behind the Grand Master, her hair was scattered at the corners of her mouth, and she gritted her teeth and stabbed the back of the Grand Master's neck. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The back of the neck is where the helmet is tied with a rope, revealing a palm-sized cotton shirt. Piercing it from here can destroy the cervical vertebrae, and the angle can even destroy the cerebellum, which is fatal in an instant, and the gods are difficult to save, so it is the decisive point that Filia is familiar with.

At the end of this 1 second, the Grand Master's footsteps had just fallen, the venous blood had just been sprayed, and the long sword had just swung into the air, and he was about to be sealed by Filia's sword, when suddenly a cold and sharp wind rushed from the oblique stab, and the cold and hard hilt of the cross-handed sword slammed into the steel plate on the back of Filia's neck.

Filia didn't expect that the usage of the Black Cross two-handed sword actually included the item "handle strike". Isn't it a move that can only be used in the gladiatorial arena when smashing people with the hilt of a sword, and isn't this a move that can only be used with a one-foot short sword! It is a two-meter-long two-handed sword, why is it played as fast as a dagger by the Grand Master!

One-handed!

It's still a bloody one-handedness!

This man is not a human, he is simply a fire dragon!

Then Filia was struck in the back of the neck with the handle of a 140-pound sword, her eyes blackened, and she slid on the ground, her mind was a little blurred, and for two seconds, she couldn't even feel where her hands were.

Then, slowly, the Grand Master turned and crouched down, grabbed a handful of burgundy hair, lifted Filia's bewildered head, and looked at her flushed face, which was so beautiful and pure that it was impossible to breathe.

"I told you to give me a baby. The Grand Master squatted with his sword in his hand, tilted his head and muttered: "I am going to suffer a crime." ”

"Let go of the knight chief!" Sebastian struggled to force back the two thieves, and saw that Filia had fallen to the ground delicately, her red dress was covered by the steel boots, and she couldn't see whether she was alive or dead, and she was suddenly angry, and she dragged her sword desperately and rushed towards the Grand Master, her eyes were red and she swung the most tragic and angry sword in her life: "Let go!

The Grand Master didn't even look back, and the cross sword on his shoulder suddenly moved, and with a wave of his hand, it turned into a two-meter-long arc of the sword, drawing a circle of dead silence.

Sebastian's dragoon helmet flew into the air, dragging a line of red, drawing a parabola in the sky, popping to the ground, jumping a few times, and rolling a few meters away.

Sebastian spewed a two-meter-high bright red fountain from the cavity on his shoulder, and his body continued to run two steps, but the sword fell limply to the ground, and then the corpse fell to the ground with a slump of feet, and its neck was like an overturned water bottle, gurgling red all over the ground, and countless red and bright tributaries meandered out, flowing like a small snake to the low-lying place.

A few drops of hot blood were sprinkled on Filia's pretty face, like plum blossoms, even more bewitching and moving. The Grand Master put the bloody crosssword back on his shoulder, lifted Filia's head, and sighed, "It's good to knock you out, otherwise you don't know how much you would hate me—just the right amount of hatred." ”

Philia was awakened by the sharp pain in her scalp, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that her skirt was covered in blood, and a headless dragoon armor lay at her feet, and her armored hands were still twitching occasionally. The saddest thing is that Filia doesn't even know whose corpse it is. Her heart felt like she had been stabbed, her heart cooled, her face became hot, and she cried with tears: "You mad dog!"

The Grand Master laughed, tilted his head to avoid the blade of the sword, grabbed Felia's wrist casually, and carried her head, letting her see the tragic situation of the dragoons being besieged: "They won't last long. Look, remember, and then you have the motivation to live, to live as my woman. ”

Filia burst into tears, and her heart was contradictory: "It is better to bite your tongue and kill yourself by being forced by such a perverted uncle--but I really want to kill him! If you kill yourself like a coward, how can you stab him with a white knife and a red knife out! Bastard!"

The Grand Master looked into Filia's eyes with joy, and was rejoicing in the good results, when he suddenly heard the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves!

Because the Grand Master did not arrange cavalry at all, even if he only heard the faint hooves of the horses, the Grand Master was shocked and surprised, and for him, the unexpected reinforcements were simply thunder on the plains.

He was so sure of this that he had a blasphemous heart towards Filia and the dragoons. And the suspicious cavalry that suddenly came, I don't know why they came, they don't know whose family and horses they are, and they don't know whether they happened to pass by or made a special trip to attack! In the heart of the Grand Master, no matter how light the horse's hooves are, they are as heavy as thunder!

The bandits fighting in the distance also retreated a few steps in fright, and looked into the distance in panic: they saw smoke and dust in the far south, and on the main road, on the edge of the jungle, there were traces of horses' hooves galloping wildly.

The thieves immediately looked at each other and whispered in dismay, "We don't seem to have contacted the horse thieves?"

"yes, I didn't contact the horse thief. ”

The Grand Master threw Filia back to the ground, kicked the Jin Xi sword away, and frowned at the smoke and dust in the distance. Just as the bandit scouts stumbled and rushed over, shouting and shouting: "Grand Master! A cavalry team has appeared in the south, and it is coming straight for you, and there are at least a hundred horsemen to see the smoke!"

The Grand Master slapped the bandit scout and spun around in place, and then scolded: "Hundreds of horsemen! Are you crazy, which prince in the vicinity has a hundred horsemen and a knight? The biggest Fort William doesn't even know that we are doing it here! Where are the hundred horsemen?"

Filia looked down and was surprised, it stands to reason that the crow was still in the middle of the flight, and the reinforcements should not have come so quickly. But hearing the Grand Master's angry voice, Filia was inexplicably happy, so she sat up and wiped her lips and sneered, adding fuel to the fire of the Grand Master: "Two hours ago, I released the letter crow, and at this time, the reinforcements should have arrived. Grand Master, I heard that Fort William is a secular descendant of the Knights Templar, I wonder who is better when the snow-white Cross Eagle meets the Teutonic Black Cross?"

The Knights Templar were orthodox five hundred years ago, and bullying the Teutonic Knights into the ground could be regarded as a feud. To this day, the two major orders have vanished, leaving only a few side branches left in the world. Filia's heart-wrenching words immediately made the Grand Master's heart burn, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to kill the Quartet to vent.

Because like his Teutonic ancestors, what the Grand Master was afraid of happened to be the reinforcements of the William family. Within a radius of a hundred miles, the only one who has the strength to suddenly change the course of history is the Knights of the Twelve Round Table of the William Family.

The Grand Master worked secretly to conceal Fort William. Now that he heard that reinforcements from Fort William had arrived, he was already in flames, and he heard the pretty girl boast that the William family was a secular branch of the Templars, which made the Grand Master even more angry. He thought of Duke William's majestic demeanor, similar to the Templars of five hundred years ago, who was more popular than a man.