Jacob bowed slightly: "Your Highness, the snow steel worn by the chief knight is 1.5 times harder than that of other countries, which is enough to resist smoothbore guns and crossbows. However www.biquge.info but due to the limitations of material technology, the melting point of the mainland's plate armor steel is generally low, and the blazing sword uses the fire element to ignite, uses the wind groove to replenish oxygen, and uses the sawtooth to improve the friction high temperature and armor-piercing performance, which is fully designed for the knight's plate armor, which can be said to restrain all the heavy armored cavalry in the mainland. With the strength of the high-ranking Sirisha Knights, it was not surprising that the Blazing Sword could pierce through the 'red-hot' snow steel plate armor with a single sword. ”

"Why didn't the power sword cut through Watson's plate armor?" Frederick stared at the battle.

Jacob said gently, "Sir Lancelot did not use advanced swordsmanship up to 23 knots in order for you to learn the method of accelerating the power sword to 20 and 22 knots step by step, and to learn the key points of maintaining the speed of the sword at 22 knots. The speed of the 20-knot sword is a starting hand, and it is normal for the blade to enter the armor by 2 cm. ”

Frederick's heart ached, and then he understood Lancelot's good intentions, and immediately felt sorry for his chief knight, his lips trembled with anger, and he asked angrily: "If you don't release water, what is the highest level of power sword?"

Jacob said mildly and frankly: "Accelerating three times in a row, 23 knots of sword speed guides the waist slash, directly hits the waist armor, the blade enters the armor ten centimeters, and then pinches the clutch, the first gear accelerates, Watson has basically been injured in the kidneys, lying on the ground begging for mercy." The highest level is the 'ideal messenger' of Grand Duke William, with a sword speed of 48 knots, and a sword that breaks the city. ”

Frederick muttered, "Ten centimeters into the armor, pinch the clutch - what if you accelerate in second gear at this point?"

"The acceleration after the armor piercing is slashing. Accelerate in 2nd gear, and the blade will continue to cut Watson's intestines. 4th gear accelerated, Watson's abdominal armor was shattered, and the end was a split corpse. Jacob said quietly: "The power sword is a sword that uses the fire element to the fullest, and every acceleration may cause the hilt to fall out of the hand, or even dislocate or break the arm. Its danger and power are not comparable to other sword types. ”

As he spoke, Lancelot's sixth-lap "slash" had already slashed at Watson.

"How could it be so accurate!" Watson was distraught, his armor densely lined with three bottomless cracks, and he was almost certain that Lancelot's decisive sword would break through the armor, and then remove half of Watson's waist as the blood spilled in the air.

Watson trusted his own judgment and blocked it with his sword in time to resist the decisive sword. He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and the blade of the sword in his left hand, and he had to use the brawn strength of his arms to resist the powerful sword.

Even through the asbestos gauntlet, the flaming sword roasted Sir Watson's soul to pieces.

Then, the snow-white blade of the power sword slashed aggressively across the vertical blazing sword, and fiercely latched in the dense sawtooth. Then the two swords intersected in a cross, and the power sword slashed and slid away, and the blades rubbed into the sky, and sparks burst out of the white-bladed flames, splashing all over the ground.

At this critical moment, Lancelot roared categorically: "Fall to the ground!" He pinched the clutch to the end, and the power sword suddenly overloaded, and in the tremor roar, the gears inside the sword butt flew like a "buzzing" cutting grinding wheel, and the sparks suddenly burst out from the jet port of the sword spine, and with this violent jet drive, a colorless heat wave was like a dragon's breath, roasting the air distorted, and there were transparent waves jumping above the sword spine, and even the space was like a folded transparent cloth, rippling distorted water waves!

The power sword suddenly erupted with unstoppable force, like a beautiful sweep of the home run, and the force was infinitely powerful to knock an ironclad knight alive!

The heavy Watson even threw his armor to the ground, smashed the floor tiles into powder, and ploughed out a meter before stopping, and a puddle of blood spurted out from behind the dense breathing holes on the visor, flowing along the golden visor, into three sinuous and bright red lines.

The high-ranking knight of Sirisha, wearing heavy steel armor, fell when he said it!

"How is that possible!" Watson cried hoarsely, coughing up blood.

Sir Jacobs pressed his liver and whispered in Frederick's ear, "The Chief Knight just pinched the clutch all the way down, turned on the 4th gear, and the power of his divine grace reached 231. ”

"Divine Radiation?"

"The more vigorous the metabolism of the liver, the more abundant the 'fire element' in the blood, and the higher the power of the 'divine grace radiation' produced. Watson's ultimate power was 220, and after swinging his sword and slashing through three plates, his power dropped to 163, and he was rushed to defend at this time, so he was knocked away. He himself doesn't know where to lose. Jacob hastened to instill common sense in the Count.

"He's already lost?" Frederick didn't see yet.

"Three seconds. After three seconds, if you don't call stop, Sir Lancelot may 'miss' him. Jacob said explicitly. He clarified that the decision must be left to the earl.

Frederick stared at Watson on the ground. He saw Lord Watson's flaming sword fall to the ground, the fire of the blade weakening, but not burning. And Watson only had time to cough up the blood in his lungs, so he knelt up in embarrassment, raised his arms high, flattened his giant sword, and shouted in pain: "It's too much to deceive!"

Because the roar of the gears of the power sword had fallen from the sky, Sir Lancelot's "sword arc" was like an endless stream of wind, chasing after him like a shadow, and he did not stop for a moment, even the white cloak was always straightened and hunted and danced in the air, never landing. When the power sword enters the "chopping position" and is pinched to 4th gear to accelerate, the sword spine drive groove bursts out with rich sparks, allowing the full circle of the sword arc to drag out a surging flame dragon trail, which is magnificent and dazzling!

Sir Lancelot held his power sword high in both hands, like a valiant angel on a church mural, slashing down. The swift white blade drew a full silver arc, the thin sparks dragged into a rich fire dragon, and the two hooked moons, one red and one white, fell from the sky, slashing at Watson's flaming sword like a bamboo!

The knight's roar resounded through the tavern: "The blazing sword restrains the plate armor of the world, but the giant sword is heavy, and the iron armor is sluggish, so it should be used to hold its breath to deal a blow to the weakness of the focus, once the opponent is forced to defend with the horizontal sword, the endless sword will definitely suppress the unquenchable fire!

At the same time, the "Charge" is played to a generous and tragic climax, the surging sound of the piano falling from the second floor, and the fierce notes are like a torrential rain washing the eardrums.

Lily stood next to the piano bench, biting her fingers nervously, looking at Elaine, who had fallen into the crowd.

Burnt white smoke wafted from the dusty piano. In front of the piano, Elaine closed her eyes and raised her head, playing like she was fascinated, her long hair was fluttering and flying, and her ten fingers danced out of an unrestrained agitation, so that the passionate melody was overwhelming and hit the soul of the knight, and people couldn't take their eyes off this continuous sword and blade exchange!

"When!When!When!" The power sword struck like a giant wheel, and in an instant, the three swords slashed the blazing sword inch by inch, and it was pressed to the level of the helmet, causing the snow blade of the third sword to slash the knight's helmet, leaving a shocking scratch on Watson's helmet.

When the blazing sword pressed against Watson's helmet, the flames that danced wildly were sent into the armor by the sword wind, and suddenly Watson's eyebrows in the helmet were bald, his hair was curled into crispy sesame seeds, his face was blackened, and he had to hold his breath to protect his airway, so he could only fight the last oxygen in his lungs, and shouted in pain: "Stop!"