Watson overstretched his tired muscles, desperately trying to sweep away the fierce foe above him, his face rippled in the fierce wind, and he cried out through gritted teeth: "I'm ...... I'm a lord for my exploits! how could I fail...... It is impossible to fail!"

Lancelot gritted his teeth and said: "Watson's power remains at 176, the gap is still too big......!

In the next second, the ventilation groove in the center of the Blazing Sword Spine suddenly burst out with a "click". www.biquge.info The crack was out of control, crawling in all directions in 0.1 seconds, and in an instant, the wide middle section of the Blazing Sword was covered with a crack like a river distribution map.

Watson was stunned when he saw the fiery sword burst into cracks. Suddenly he remembered his third major weakness: the precious Blazing Sword, although it could maintain its hardness at high temperatures, would increase a certain amount of brittleness. And Lancelot, the evil bastard, once desperately slashed the flaming sword three times in a row. Moreover, with the force of killing, after the Blazing Sword has burned for a long time, the position of the most vulnerable "mid-section ventilation slot" of the sword spine is repeatedly slashed.

Repeating the same spot with precision is Lancelot's forte. His ability to slice through Watson's waist armor with a rudimentary sword speed is a typical demonstration.

Frederick, the evil earl, had apparently observed the ventilation groove on the spine of the Blazing Sword, and deduced the easiest place for the Blazing Sword to break: the middle of the spine.

So, at this critical moment, the Blazing Sword suddenly collapsed, shattered into two sections, left and right, and held it in Watson's hand, holding one in one hand. The broken sword burst out more than a dozen pieces of high-temperature shards like glass slag, flying in all directions, some of which were sprinkled on the ground and "clanging", and some of which were nailed into the wooden table and roasted smoke.

Then, in Watson's stunned gaze, Frederick pressed his sword with both arms and slashed at the top of Watson's head!

It must be admitted that Lancelot and Frederick, the master and servant, are as insidious as Satan and his devil. All they need is wordless observation to complete a clever exchange. This terrible tacit understanding can be seen in this unfair duel:

Lancelot used ten swords, first demonstrating the swordplay, then hinting at the power of the repeated slash, and finally slashing the Red Flame Sword. Frederick had two chances to take a closer look at the cracks on the Red Flame Sword, and finally finished the battle and broke the sword in one fell swoop.

Watson poured all his strength into his arms, and as soon as the giant sword was broken, his arms parted in the shape of "raising his sheath and drawing his sword", revealing the middle door that could not be guarded, and he looked up at the shiny power sword of the snow blade slashing down.

"Kill...... Kill!" Lily choked on a scream, and stopped abruptly halfway through.

Count Frederick's eyes widened, his gaze collided with Watson's, and the power sword in his hand slashed at Watson's red neck.

In the flash of light, the instinct to survive made Watson consciously shrink his head and twist his waist, and his body staggered a little, so that the powerful power sword slashed on the heavy shoulder card.

The "shoulder plate" is the armor on the shoulder, which is the most important part of the knight's plate armor. From the knights who survived the battlefield, there was basically no complete shoulder armor, and the scattered shoulder tags on the shoulders were either scarred by swords or fragmented, which showed that the shoulders were the most densely attacked parts. Therefore, the "shoulder tag" of the Knights of Sirisha is forged extremely strong, with the outer side sweeping out of the shoulder in the shape of a flying wing, and the inner side in the form of a to protect the neck, which is extremely heavy and is the main source of pressure on the spine.

Therefore, Frederick's vital sword slashed inexorably at the golden epaulettes, and the blade sawed down to the neck, and was immediately blocked by the-like neck guard. So this sword, from the neck-splitting style, evolved into an oblique slashing style, along the collarbone, to Watson's chest and abdomen.

And Frederick would never let go of the opportunity, he pinched the clutch the whole time, and the power sword roared through the gaps in the armor, and the sword broke through the armor, and the blade cut through Watson's personal "chain drapery", reaching the flesh and blood.

With a "boom", the power sword that split Huashan slashed straight to the end. When Frederick's feet landed, the blade of the power sword slammed into the floor tiles, and sparks and broken bricks exploded. Then the huge reaction force rushed back to the hilt of the sword, and Frederick only felt that his hands were struck by lightning, and the tiger's mouth burst into a blur of flesh and blood, and the hot pain and numbness of the force made him completely lose the sensation of his hands.

The power sword was out of his hand in an instant, spun wildly into a round of cross electric fans, and bounced into the air, hitting the ceiling with lightning and flint, and the sky fell like a cloud of dust—and then rebounded again, shooting to the ground. In these 0.1 seconds, the power sword was like a round of runaway lightning, hitting the ground and the ceiling, bouncing twice, and the two "ding" sounds overlapped, making people unexpectedly pierce a bench and nail it into the stone bricks. When the sword was nailed and the hilt "buzzed" and vibrate, the technicians came back to their senses, as if time had just stopped fast-forward mode, and everyone could see the appearance of the power sword clearly.

And when the power sword passed by Sheffield's ears, he didn't even have time to change his expression, let alone dodge - if the power sword was half a meter above his head, Sheffield would become the first person to be accidentally injured and killed by the power sword that was taken off, and it was magnificent in the annals of history.

In the next second, I saw blood spurting wildly under Watson's golden armor, as if a red fountain had opened under the gap in the crab shell, and the blood spilled all over the ground, and a pool of blood accumulated under his feet in an instant. Watson's face suddenly turned pale, and he held down the bloodied plate armor in disbelief, but he couldn't press the wound through the plate armor, and let the blood spurt like a pout, but he was powerless to save himself.

Count Frederick's hands were paralyzed on his sides as if he had been electrocuted, because the momentum of the power sword was too violent, causing Frederick's wrist bones to be damaged. He staggered against the table next to him, shook his head vigorously to stay awake, staggered to the power sword in the stone bricks, his soft hands fell on the hilt, his head was raised and his eyes were closed, his teeth were gritted hard, and he grabbed the hilt and pulled it out!

There was a sharp pain in the flesh of the contusion's wrist bone, and Frederick drew his sword unrelentingly, sweating profusely in pain and biting his tendons. As Mary bit her hand and stared, under Lily's heart-pounding gaze, in Elaine's slightly trembling singing, the snow-white blade rose inch by inch, and finally, with Count Frederick's painful roar, he drew his sword in the stone, clenched it in his hand, and held it high in the air, announcing the victory of the duel!

Lancelot trembled with delight and gritted his teeth as he looked at the young earl with his power sword held aloft, the sunlight shining through the green windows, shining through the floating dust, leaving an uplifting silhouette of the nobleman who raised his sword and breathed.

"This is definitely the best choice for the heir of Fort William!He has inherited the strategy of the Grand Duke and the courage of His Royal Highness the Marquis, and he is worthy of all the knights to fight to the death for him!" Lancelot clenched his fists and thought to himself: "The glorious glory of Bafaria will be restored!"

And Watson, who was three meters away, was already curled up on the ground due to blood loss, his face was pale and shivering, and he gradually showed signs of hemorrhagic shock. The knight's surging power comes from the abundant fire element in his blood. And the microcirculation disorders and chronic shock caused by blood loss and exhaustion will completely deprive the knight of his powerful capital, bringing him cold humiliation and death.