While the two mercenaries rushed towards Vijay and Evan, Loyer had already moved. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info moves faster than anyone else.,The girl jumps lightly on one foot.,At a glance, it's a smart posture.,As if the next moment will appear next to you.。

"Hey, do you want to fight, little girl?" said the mercenary not far from her, moving her hands and feet defiantly.

An older mercenary who had not joined the battle before handed her a spear.

Without replying, Royer's eyes were hollow as she looked at the mercenary, making it impossible for her to read anything from her gaze.

Just now, I wanted to vent my unhappiness a little, so I knocked down dozens of people in three strikes and five divided by two, but the result made my mood even more depressed.

How to move forward? What is ahead? Is it yourself or someone else to rely on?

This is what a sixteen-year-old girl is distressed about.

Sixteen years old is the age of the most doubts.

He shouldn't have thought too much about the battle, but Loye felt that he had to think, what was it?

I'm afraid.

I'm hesitating.

What am I begging for?

Unable to recognize the fact that I was cowardly, I was still stubbornly holding on to myself.

Nothing is going to change? Everything is changing?

When did I start to get so lost?

Which one is me?

How exactly do I express my feelings?

I can't suppress my emotions, but my face doesn't move, how can I describe the feeling I give myself at this time?

"Huh......" exhaled heavily, and Roye suddenly felt inexplicable exhaustion, but there was something else besides exhaustion.

Fight.

Putting all my emotions into battle - that's the only means I have now.

Thinking like this, Royer's body appeared behind the female mercenary in the blink of an eye, and from jumping up to appearing, even the process could not be seen clearly. Time seems to freeze at this point.

The girl who was upside down in the air still had an endless void in her eyes.

However, there are other things that Royer still clearly cares about in his heart, and that is the situation of the two people on the other side, who he cares about.

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"Cover me, Vijay! I need a moment. Evan's voice came from behind me, and it seemed to distance itself from me.

"No problem. "I didn't look back, but took a deep breath, ready to respond to the attack that hit the two.

Two-on-two. This is the current situation, although it will be a one-on-two situation for the time being.

"Come on!" I slammed my palm on the back of Quezer's hand with a precise slap of my upper body over thirty degrees, blocking the scimitar's attack. His attacks are a little impatient, although he is fast enough, but his routine is single, and he can see through it at a glance. Moreover, the speed at which he rushed was a little too fast, and Harlan behind him was still a long distance away from me, and there was no time to help.

My body made the choice for me. Quezer's attack was blocked, and the center of gravity was still unstable, so it was a good opportunity to attack him. Short, his left leg swirled and hit Quezer on the ankle as I expected.

Then, as I was about to pursue, I felt the danger coming.

"Ding. "Sparks sparked between the metal and the rock, and the next moment I pulled my leg back, a bright blade appeared.

Soon. Harlan came to the aid faster than I expected, but something seemed wrong.

With the strength of my legs, I decided to jump backwards, but at the same time I remembered what Evan had asked me to cover, and my body couldn't help but hesitate.

At that moment, Harlan's other sword was in front of me. The sword that had just been stabbed horizontally slowed down the strength of Quize's fall, and at the same time, his body was like a swimming fish, jumping out from Quize's side and drawing out the sword.

The sword is in front of you.

At the last moment, I pressed my center of gravity, which was already somewhat backward, lower, and bent down in a bow to avoid the sword.

The sword was only half an inch from the tip of my nose, so dangerous.

But I thought to myself, there must be something I have overlooked.

The calf burst with strength, and the leg bounced and hit Harlan's sword with a flying kick, and the body slashed in the air in a circle, and when it landed again, the cold sword light enveloped me again.

If you can't see it clearly, you can't crack it, and all you can do is avoid it. Harlan's other sword pushed me back, but he didn't continue his strike.

I don't know what the point of stopping for a while is. But in any case, just this one photo made me break out in a cold sweat. Remorse began to fill in, and my mistake was that I should not have coveted a momentary opportunity and attacked Quezer, resulting in a passive situation that has been trapped ever since. However, the focus is still on Harun's swordsmanship, as well as his long sword, the double sword.

The swords were still touching the ground, and Harlan's laid-back attitude made it impossible to connect it to the fierce attack.

"This hateful boy!" Quezer's expression contorted, and he was clearly not "somewhat" annoyed by the fact that I had "easily" dodged both attacks. Anger will make people lose their minds, and I said humbly, I am sure that I can win one-on-one in fifteen moves under normal conditions, and if it is at this time, I am afraid he will not need ten moves.

So, again, the problem lies with Harlan. I admit that his strength is probably on par with mine. At that distance, he limited my attacks and stopped Quezer from falling to the side...... Pretty easy, huh?

"Huh!" there was almost no precursor, this time it was two silver-white sword lights.

-- There are very few flaws.

I calm my mind and calm to deal with everything. According to the adult, it wasn't a difficult skill to master, but it took me two years to learn.

Condense consciousness in the depths of your mind.

Fighting blades with bare hands is a difficult thing to do when the strength is about the same, and although there are many schools of empty hands that are known for fighting blades, it's a pity that I don't know anything about them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be suppressed like this.

The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

It's not realistic to hit the sword head-on, and Harun's sword power is already in the top five of the people I've seen. His sword was long, even longer than a normal longsword, and that's what I felt was wrong: not how fast he was, but how long the blade was.

He shrank up and rushed towards the two sword lights, where there was a flaw, but it was most likely a trap.

So what?

Wielding those two swords for a long time would undoubtedly be a huge drain on physical strength, and I could choose to drag him down with a protracted fight, but, as Evan said before, we don't have much time. The time we had spent searching for clues had to be recovered as best we could, and it seemed to me that every moment we delayed, the safety of that adult was even less secure.

And, perhaps, just maybe, there was an impulse in my heart. I can defeat my enemies in this aggressive way, yes, that's what I want. The impulse to fight, the impulse to win. And there's no guilt, that's what I care more about.

I want to fight.