The pursuer's fiery sword was still embedded in the earth with all its might, and Frederick had already slashed it head-on. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pursuer suddenly raised his head, his sword glaring at the sword of fire that had slashed at him.

Then, with a "dang", a third fearless knight arrived, and slashed his sword, which was as solid as a rock to block Frederick's slash from the sky.

The fourth, fifth, dreadnought knights are coming. Exactly ten seconds had passed since Frederick's exposure had passed.

Frederick's "Fallen Sword Style" is a vertical slash that falls from the sky, because the center of gravity and all the mass of the body are pressed on the force point of the blade, so the "Fallen Sword Style" is extremely destructive. The disadvantage is that when the swordsman is in the air, his body will be at the mercy of inertia, and a 10-year-old child can see through his trajectory, which is a live target that is very easy to hit.

Therefore, the falling sword style is a life-fighting technique, and if it is not successful, it will become a target. Frederick's sword was steadily blocked by the dreadnought knight reinforcements who arrived in time, and he suddenly went numb and fell straight down.

Xiao Li's heart was cold, and he couldn't blame Frederick, and at the last moment of his life, he gently said in his master's mind: "I'm sorry, this time—I can't help it." ”

Frederick fell with his sword in his hand, and the fearless knight who looked up at him flew up with a kick and a beautiful knee-raising blow that caught Frederick as he fell, like a footballer juggling the ball, knocking Frederick into the sky with one knee.

Even if Frederick crossed his arms to protect himself, he was hit in the stomach by an iron knee, only to feel that his belly was hit against his spine, and his squeezed internal organs were displaced, and a puddle of blood spurted out of his nose, and the rest of his mouth of blood leaked down from his teeth. The knee hit was so powerful that it lifted Frederick alive to a height of ten meters, breaking through the canopy, rubbing against the leaves, and then falling down again with a whirl.

The Dreadnought Knight then drew his sword in the mud and unhurriedly prepared himself to hit the baseball, this time preparing to catch Frederick with the blade of his sword.

He wants to use this quiet torture to wash away the shame of the Dreadnought Knights being killed by recruits. As Ferdinand's Knights of the Guard, they were painless and fearless, and their cultivation was as high as 260 or more, and they went out in groups, but they were killed by a cloth armored man with a divine power value of 69!

This man is only agile in body, and he survives by cunning, and how dare such a weak man spy on the flaws of the heavy cavalry, and gamble with him with a sword that falls from the sky?

The dreadnought knight was furious. He was going to kill the Assassin in a different way.

But the sound of the canopy "rustling" finally ceased, indicating that Frederick had fallen through the leaves, and if he had not fallen on the blade of the sword, he would have fallen to the ground, and had been stabbed to the heart by five or six swords at the same time.

The enraged knight crouched on his horse, raised his sword in the shape of a baseball, and looked up at the canopy.

The four dreadnought knights looked up for a moment.

Frederick still did not fall.

Everyone began to turn their heads to stare at the knight who was zama.

The knight of Zamabu stood up straight, sword in hand, and looked up at the canopy with everyone.

"You're a little stupid. His teammates told him.

Then the five fearless knights sprinted with their swords raised at the same time, charging in the direction of the palace wall.

In the treetops, Frederick clutched the branches, jumping wildly, like a monkey in a hurry to escape, desperately jumping from one canopy to another, rubbing the stumbling branches and leaves, and scurrying towards the palace wall, trying to escape from the palace.

When he was kicked into the air, he grabbed the tree branch in mid-air with his waving hands, making him struggle to climb the tree, seize the opportunity, and use the branch to escape for his life.

As he moved and jumped, frothy blood threads leaked out between his teeth, ticking on the scarf that covered his face, and dyed his white collar red. But he continued to climb and jump. Because as long as he can escape the ascension, Xiao Ritsu will treat his internal bleeding injuries.

Under the tree, the sound of angry footsteps rushed after him, and the pursuer closed the oxygen valve of the blazing sword, and Frederick could not determine the direction of the pursuer, but could only calculate the distance from the chaotic footsteps—the distance between the pursuer and him was closing.

However, Frederick had already seen the golden wall, and as long as he jumped out of the palace wall, he could escape into the city, and the probability of escape was greatly increased.

So he stretched out his arms, ran three steps on the ten-metre-high tree, and then leaped with all his might, bent and bounced like a springboard, sending Frederick into the sky, flying in a parabolic path under the moonlight, over the palace wall, and throwing his head out of the wall.

"It worked!" Ritsuko cried out.

Then Frederick opened his eyes in mid-air, and he saw that outside the walls of the imperial city, there were dense palace guards, they were waiting for them, hundreds of smoothbore guns were raised high, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at Frederick in the air.

The old king's roar faintly emanated from the court: "Capture the assassin at all costs!"

Just as Frederick was flying in mid-air, overlooking the dense muzzle of the gun, the commander of the Forbidden Army Squadron turned around, turned his waist and looked back at the assassin in the sky, raised his saber high and roared: "First echelon, fire!"

More than 50 smoothbore guns were fired at the same time, the chamber trembled, and the violent recoil hit the shoulders of the forbidden army. Then, at the same time, the slender muzzle of the gun sprayed a foot-long fire, and the locust-like bullets predicted Frederick's flight trajectory, and "swished" to whizz.

For a well-trained gunner, the human body in the air is easier to hit, because as long as the trajectory of the target is remembered, supplemented by a well-trained anticipatory shot, the hit rate will be guaranteed, because the human being who is stuck in the air has no place to stand and cannot do evasive actions at all.

Therefore, in order to prevent Frederick from escaping on the ground, the leader of the forbidden squadron ordered the first echelon to fire directly into the air, even if he could not kill Frederick, it could also restrict his movement after landing and ensure the kill rate of the second echelon.

Although the loading time of the smoothbore gun was up to a minute, the number of 100 proscribed soldiers made up for the technology.

Frederick was less than eight meters above the ground, and the smoothbore gun hit close to 70%.

Xiao Lu thought disheartenedly that Frederick would be beaten into a sieve, and then fall to the ground like a bag of flour, lying on the ground. Then I had to go into hibernation, bury the body in the grave, and wait for thousands of years to be unearthed and found by the next lucky one.

Why was my sister so harmed by such an unlucky ghost?

Xiao Lu wants to cry without tears.

At this juncture, the golden-painted palace wall suddenly exploded into a circle of cracks, and then the bricks burst out, like a tunnel blown open by miners, and the palace wall was knocked out of a hole, and rubble was splashed everywhere. In the smoke and ashes of the sky, hordes of fearless knights rushed out in a rage, glared at Frederick and roared, "Damn! you run, you keep running!"

The dreadnought knight, wearing a 290-pound canister helmet armor, was reluctant to jump over the wall in pursuit, so he smashed his head into the palace wall and broke bricks to chase Frederick in a straight line, causing the sky to shake and dust up.

The second echelon, which was ready to attack, raised its hands in embarrassment to block the flying rubble and rubble, and the guns shook in fright, so anxious that the squadron leader shouted: "Don't mess around! Keep shooting array! Aim! Aim!" (To be continued. )