Then the Grand Master was furious, "You had expected today?huh?hmm?" Under the rage, the blazing flaming sword that burned "whirring" was raised by him with one hand, and then his right arm swept wildly, and the black cross sword swept towards the frightened Ferdinand, the half-meter-long hilt reached the elbow, and the blade of the whole one and a half meters swept into a circular arc, and with one hand, he swung out a vertical and horizontal blow, as if he was about to cut off all the creatures within two meters!

"Take the prince away!" the cry was like a chorus, and then the three fearless knights raised their swords in embarrassment, like three donkeys tied to the mill, and were swept back two meters side by side, forcibly three enemies and one, and then pushed the infinitely powerful black sword. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Grand Master held an enemy's blade in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand was blocked by three enemies in unison, and there were people behind him who attacked him.

Because of the rare opportunity, a dozen fearless knights rushed forward desperately, roaring and slashing at the Grand Master's vest. At this moment, in the night, more than a dozen blazing swords flew and converged like fireflies, and moths slammed into the lonely Grand Master.

The formation of the forbidden army moved quickly, surrounding the Grand Master heavily, but because there was a fight inside, the forbidden army did not dare to shoot.

Ferdinand was escorted by four knights, and had just run a few steps when he suddenly heard a shrill "zila" sound.

When the Grand Master was caught between the front and back, he kicked one of them away, threw away the blade he was holding, shook off the chain mail gauntlet that was faintly red, and then grabbed the half-meter-long hilt of the sword with both hands, roared and swung it around, and hit a home run.

The three knights who were blocking the black sword side by side were trying to subdue the bull, and they were already sweating profusely, when they were suddenly swept away by the Grand Master with all their might, as if they had been hit head-on by a trebuchet, and they couldn't stand at all;

Three heavy cavalrymen, weighing 330 pounds with armor, were extremely terrifying when they were swept away, like three earth-shattering heavy cannonballs, swishing across the night sky, the whistling trajectory cut through Ferdinand's vision, and then "poof" crashed on the milky white Venus statue, blasting marble fragments in all directions, the statue was broken and crashed, causing a wave of shaking of the mountains, and the smoke and dust rose up, eroding the sky inch by inch.

Ferdinand was stunned. He had never seen a heavily armored knight being swept away, because the weight of a knight was straight to that of a bull.

This fear stirred Ferdinand's fighting spirit. He immediately stopped fleeing, turned his head proudly, pointed at the invincible Grand Master, and shouted in his throat: "No matter how strong he is, he is afraid of being injured and bleeding! Whoever cuts this person will be rewarded with ten pounds of gold, and if the assassin is killed, the whole team will be awarded a gold brick!"

Ferdinand stood still in command of the Knights, and this extremely dangerous move caused the four Knights to scatter, shouting, "Your Highness, please withdraw to the palace!

Ferdinand saw that the Grand Master with the black sword had cut down one of the knights and was rushing towards him like a hurricane of flying sand and rocks, but under Ferdinand's reward, all the knights rushed to the Grand Master and sucked the countless sardines into the blue whale.

So Ferdinand, without fear, turned around and walked calmly towards the palace, passing by the pale-faced old king, without looking back at the Grand Master, as if boldly entrusting his fate to heaven.

"Ferdinand!" the Grand Master cried out in sorrow, like a lonely wolf. He wanted to catch up, but the horizontal black sword was held down by the four blazing swords, as strong as the Grand Master was crushed to his knees, like a weightlifter crushed by a barbell.

The fearless knights had just rejoiced when they were suddenly taken off by the enraged Grand Master's sword, and the four of them staggered backwards together.

The Grand Master was just about to swing his sword to kill four, but his back was sparkled horizontally and vertically, the Grand Master was slashed a few steps, his back armor was chopped to pieces, and three or four saw marks were cut red and shiny, and melted into a broken hole.

The Grand Master swept around with his sword in a rage, and the nearest king's guard bore the brunt of it, and was torn apart by a sword, as if the canned meat had been cut off by the waist, and the red soup and diced meat were spilled out, and the armor of the upper body was still flying in the sky, and the bright red hot contents were sprinkled all over the ground.

"Fire!" The leader of the forbidden squadron waved his saber, and the palace forbidden army of the brigade swarmed up and shot wildly within 20 meters, the bullets crackled and hit the big master's back with blood, and the wound was a mess.

The Grand Master was hit hard, staggered a few steps, and the black cross slammed into the ground, struggling to keep his balance with his sword, and hung his head and gasped violently.

Ferdinand stood at the gate of the palace, looked back suddenly, stared at the bleeding Grand Master, squinted his eyes and thought: "If you lose blood for another two or three minutes, no matter how high the radiation of his divine grace is, he will become an emergency patient in hemorrhagic shock." ”

The white King's Guard and the dark fearless knights cautiously raised their swords to approach, their horses and their waists hunched, their muscles tense to the point that they were on the verge of attacking, lest the Grand Master be trapped and the beast would fight.

Suddenly, a fearless knight observed the Grand Master's steel boots: "There is no pool of blood under his feet - he has stopped the bleeding!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the warning voice of fear suddenly flooded: "Be careful!! He has not yet entered a state of weakness!"

Suddenly, the Teutonic Knight's coronal helmet suddenly lifted, and under the vents of the visor, two dazzling ghostly fires jumped more and more vigorously, and then the Grand Master pulled out the Black Cross Greatsword with one hand, and laughed: "Since you are eager for a feast, then I will slaughter it for you!

The power of the angel's pupils straightened the paladin's vocal cords, making the arrogant laughter as sharp as if the tip of a knife was ploughing on a steel plate.

"Black Cross, here we go!"

Then the Grand Master raised his sword horizontally, as if holding a two-meter spear. I don't know where he pressed the switch, and the black cross giant sword suddenly separated, like a fishbone, and the blade broke into seven neat and orderly sections. Then the seven blades of the sword began to hum and rotate with the spine as the axis, so that a bright and dangling long sword suddenly turned into a drill with a blurred outline.

A two-meter-long, half-meter-wide two-handed giant sword can only exert an armor-piercing effect when chopping, and is rarely used to stab in a straight line, because the "stabbing attack" usually uses the blade to slide through the cloth armor to cut the enemy, which is a move used by the fallen knight to deal with the militia hundreds of years ago, and it is an inferior swordsmanship with limited use.

However, when the seven blades were buzzing and spinning at high speed like drill bits in a processing factory, the heavily armored knights in tin cans began to retreat in fear, for they suddenly felt that the iron shells they were wearing were useless, and that it was better to take them off and change them to light.

As one of the King's Guards staggered backwards, a shudder muttered to himself under his visor: "I have heard that the Teutonic Knights have a collection of fallen swords of ancient prophets - the more blood you drink, the stronger your power, a sword that can never stop killing - is that a product of an ancient civilization really existing in the world?"

No one dares to pick up the stubble. Everyone was shocked to think that even if the "Knights Country" was destroyed, the Teutonic Knights would not be dead and would exist to this day - how could this legendary knight order, which has a history of hundreds of years, not have the background of rampant power?

The reason why the knights dared to swarm was because the conditions for killing heavy cavalry were harsh, and in order to hurt the body, it was first necessary to break the armor.

Now they have discovered that if the rapid spinning black cross can really spin like a perpetual motion machine, it can spin wildly by drinking blood, then it is not impossible for the Grand Master to kill the entire Knights. (To be continued.) )