The leaves brushed his face, and the fresh smell almost hit his nostrils. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info it makes you feel the charm of nature, and any poetic person is willing to capture the good times of this scene. But for Maffeo, that was too far away.

Because at this moment, the burly body on the opposite side once again brandished his two-handed sword and rushed towards him, and Maffeo clenched the big sword in his hand. He basically doesn't know anything about the secrets of the so-called swordsmanship. But with a long period of practice, at least the attacks he threw out were not blind slashes. It was important to keep his rhythm in the middle of the fight, so he steadied the center of his body and took a deep breath to stare at Randall as he rushed towards him.

When Randall was only a few steps away from Maffeo, he suddenly stopped his pace and swung an arc in his hand that was large enough to cut a person into a chicken pie. The beads of sweat on Maffeo's forehead were a little dazzling in the sunlight, and he changed from holding the sword with both hands to holding it with one hand, and used almost all the strength in his right hand to sweep the big sword towards the two-handed sword that was about to slash him.

The fluctuations caused by the collision of the greatsword and the two-handed sword rippled several meters away, and it was far less intense than expected. This kind of visually striking duel of power is something that fighters love, but those who focus on skill may disdain it, but it's hard to see the violence that most people who don't know how to sword would like to see.

Maffeo didn't stop, he changed his sword to both hands and began to apply pressure. In this kind of stalemate scene, usually the stronger side will gain an absolute advantage. Of course, people who like to play tricks are everywhere. Because in a deathmatch, who cares about the hellish chivalry demeanor, maybe only some glorious warriors of the Delos Empire will maintain this demeanor.

Randall was no match for Maffeo, and his two-handed sword was originally a powerful weapon in close combat, which gave him a great advantage. As a mercenary, his strength will not be lost to that of an adventurer like Maffeo.

In the desperate knife fight scene, the two sides did not back down at all. Maffeo began to look for other ways, but it seemed to be a little difficult for him to distract himself from thinking about strategy in the heat of battle. So he subconsciously glanced at his waist from the corner of his eye, although he did so, he knew that the bits and pieces of his waist that could cause fatal damage in actual combat must not be used indiscriminately in this kind of practice-like battle at this moment, because it was related to the opponent's life.

"Dude, trust me, in ten seconds, everything will be settled!" Randall squeezed out a small smile.

"Well, congratulations, my friend!" replied Maffeo with a smile.

Maffeo deliberately withdrew the power he had poured out, causing Randall to almost press his two-handed sword in his face. But all this is exactly what Maffeo wants, when Randall's body is in a forward position, Maffeo suddenly dodges to the left to give way, if he can, Maffeo's action will make Randall, who is concentrating on attacking, unexpectedly gnaw on the ground and mud, Maffeo's heart once thought so.

But in fact, Randall reacted the moment Maffeo activated his body, and he immediately swung a backhand slash towards Maffeo, despite his reaction, the slash was still affected by some influence and appeared to be lacking in power. The corners of Maffeo's mouth curled slightly, and he lowered his head to dodge a slash, then pressed the blade of the greatsword against the blade of the two-handed sword, and then used his hand to disarm Randall. The latter obviously wouldn't let him do that, and he clenched his two-handed sword to fight again.

At this moment, Maffeo suddenly rotated his greatsword ninety degrees, and then slammed the wrist of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword into the outside of Randall's arm. The latter's face was full of surprise, and he didn't know why Maffeo was still able to exert his strength in such a position. But by the time he reacted, Maffeo had turned one hundred and eighty degrees behind him and pressed his greatsword against the back of his neck. He knew he had lost.

"Well, I lost, and it doesn't feel good to have a sword against the back of my neck!" Randall made a gesture of surrender.

Maffeo pulled his greatsword back and patted Randall on the shoulder, "I never thought I'd win you. ”

Randall looked so distressed that Maffeo couldn't tell if it was real or performing. "It really blows me inside, man. ”

"You're strong, we've all done our best, haven't we?" Maffeo raised his hands to try to comfort him.

"Yes, that's right, I should go get some drinks. Randall shook his head, carrying his two-handed sword and walking towards the bustling shopping street in the distance.

Maffeo stared at his back and muttered strangely, "That's really weird......"

A kettle slammed straight into his arms, and Maffeo himself didn't know how to catch the full kettle before he could react. "Well done. Freya stood in front of her.

"Thank you, Freya. Maffeo unscrewed the lid and gulped.

Freya looked at him with her arms crossed, "It's so much better than every time I've been put on my neck by Fett's knife, I can see it." ”

Maffeo almost choked himself, "That guy is a monster, she's proficient in swordsmanship, I won't be her match." ”

"Maffeo imp who always submits defeat. Freya teased with a smile.

"Don't do that, Freya, I'm not a little ghost. Maffeo's head shook like a rattle.

Freya quipped, "You know what, you remind me of a familiar troublemaker, he ......" Freya stopped suddenly, and Maffeo looked at her strangely, and he was surprised to find that Freya's expression had become a little dark. I had only seen it when she blamed herself for failing to protect Her Royal Highness, but the things in it were different.

"Freya, are you alright?" asked Maffeo cautiously.

Freya came back to her senses, smiled and waved her hand, "It's nothing. ”

"Really, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. ”

Maffeo spread his hands, "Okay, that's good." ”

A breeze swept across their faces, and although Maffeo superficially followed Freya's words, he buried Freya's gloomy expression in his heart. The answer may lie in the celestial realm that he has never set foot in, and he doesn't know Freya's origins, so that's what interests him.

"Let's go, Marcos they may come back today. Freya patted the pensive Maffeo on the shoulder.

"Yes, we... Time to go. Maffeo's expression was a little wooden, to be precise, he was not completely out of the sea of thoughts, which meant that he still did not act and continued to stand still.

Freya stomped on Maffeo's foot hard, causing the latter to cry out in pain. "Hurry up, you're not a waste of time. ”

"Yes...... You are right. Maffeo squatted down and covered his feet hard, but now he couldn't walk at all.

Freya looked at Maffeo who was trying to relieve her pain with a little helplessness, at his slightly ridiculous appearance, and finally she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh softly.