139. Knight VS Fanatic

The violent wind pressure completely deflected the points of the weak Fan He, so the equally weak Shirley blew staggered. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a hurricane caused by swords colliding with each other.

In front of them, Leon Ann Hart fended off the Mad Father's attack.

Swinging his twin knives and drawing a circular arc, he stretched his arms to the maximum extent and maintained a wide range of attacks, each blow with the power to kill a group of elite soldiers in seconds.

It was not a one-on-one battle, but a combat sword technique that was in the midst of the enemy group and slaughtered countless heretics with its own strength.

Whoever is cut off by my sword will be killed!

Therefore called the butcher, so called the executioner, so called the acting executor of the Inquisition, so called the mad priest who slaughtered countless witches and infidels, Arès Anderson, the double sword is a symbol of faith, offering absolute loyalty to the gods of worship, as long as the enemies of the gods will not let go of even children, with mad slaughter to destroy everything.

Therefore, there is no doubt.

Therefore, it is said to be the strongest.

If the person standing across from him hadn't been Leon, I'm afraid this place would have been in a bloody storm long ago.

But the lethal attack was completely taken by Leon without missing a beat.

Behind the knight is the man who has taken the oath to guard.

Give everything you have, glory, loyalty, faith, life, incarnate as a sword, incarnate as a shield, just to protect the duke you serve.

Therefore, there is no room for a step back.

In the face of this super enemy, Leon calmed down and calmly defended.

The odds are in his favor, after all, this is Almac, his home turf.

With such a fierce battle in such a conspicuous place, it won't be long before reinforcements arrive.

Therefore, in the way of delaying the time of fighting, Leon attacked with three points and defended with seven points and launched a war of attrition with the opponent.

"Poor knight of Almac, Leon ann Hart, I always thought you were a good little fellow, but now you are an enemy of God?"

A sweep of the sword, diverting the weapon in the opponent's hand, a straight attack, slashing at the opponent's flesh and blood, although the number of weapons is not as much as possible, the double knife is not necessarily better than the one-handed long sword, but the double knife skills have been cultivated to the point of specialization, and the double knife skills honed in countless battles with the infidels, Father Anderson's knife skills are so perfect that Leon is tired to deal with.

"I have no intention of being an enemy of God!" Leon, who swung Languresa with all his strength and pushed the opponent out of the air, and of course cracked Father Anderson's attack, said loudly: "My enemy is you, Arère Anderson, and I will never forgive the Duke who is facing each other with his sword." ”

"Arrogant!!" the twin knives stabbed at a tricky angle again, and Leon was exhausted by a serpentine attack that would not stop like a storm.

"I am a servant of God, and those who are enemies of me are enemies of God, and the fallen knights who protect witches, you deserve to die!!"

Father Anderson doesn't have a so-called special move, or every blow is a special move, every attack embodies the experience of this fanatic, every blow is soaked in the blood of countless infidels, so to speak, every blow is a 120% perfect attack.

On the other hand, although he has experienced several battles, Leon's combat experience is still insufficient, and he is still too young and immature compared to the substitute in front of him who has fought all his life.

Therefore, it became a matter of course to retreat under the attack of the other party.

In the face of an attack where every blow is like a special move, the only way to deal with it is to use a special move to counter it.

Therefore, Leone had no choice.

Ever since he got his hands on the Holy Sword, the move that Leon had been cultivating had finally come to fruition.

Guided by the sword body, he burst out all the qi in his body, condensed and formed, and forcibly entered the realm of a paladin with the body of a knight, and only by holding Ranguraisa in his hand can he release the strongest kill.

The sword qi is rampant.

One two and three Wu Lu Qi Jiu

A hundred trillion trillions of trillions

With the sword qi as the arrow, it is almost infinite, fan-like, and released forward without any scruples.

Each blow has the power to cut the enemy in two.

The sword qi that was mainly slicing and cracking slammed into the area in front of it, constantly accumulating, condensing, and finally forming a qualitative change, which actually caused a huge explosion.

Bang.

The space shrouded in sword qi turned into ashes.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Smoke and dust.

Leon gasped, his face pale, and stopped what he was doing.

In an instant, he swung his sword at a rapid speed and used up almost all the power in his body in one go, and at this moment, just standing here was already exhausting the knight.

But he still straightened his back, stood straight, and guarded the man behind him with the posture of the strongest shield.

"Well done, Leon. "Fan behind him wants to step forward.

"Don't come here!!"

The knight suddenly shouted.

In the smoke and dust, a figure rushed out quickly.

The black monk's robe looked like rags, and his body was covered with large and small blood marks, but the cross hanging on his chest was still shining gold! Under Leon's intensive attacks, there were no fatal wounds, but those scars were all distributed in insignificant positions, and they did not affect the movement of this Hundred Battles Priest.

The knife that thrust forward collided with the holy sword Ranguressa.

The unprecedented wind pressure on the dust on the ground made Van and Shirley, who were staying behind Leon and watching from a long distance, suffer enough.

They had to keep their hands in front of them to ward off the dust that was blowing.

It can be seen from this that in the middle of the wind pressure, Leon who suffered this blow was very uncomfortable.

Against the shock that almost knocked the sword out of his hand, Leon held the sword with both hands, barely blocking the attack.

However, his enemies were wielding dual knives, so Father Anderson's other hand was still empty.

So, of course, the additional sword flashed.

Unable to resist, Leon subconsciously flashed to his side.

In the next instant, the knight immediately regretted it.

He found himself out of position.

He was originally in front of Van and Shirley, revealing his flaws and making the most unforgivable mistake.

His retreat left Father Anderson unhindered, and the front was clear.

Father Anderson's series of attacks finally achieved his goal, and he resolutely abandoned Leon and rushed forward.

"Thank you for your hospitality, and then, die, witch!!"

Leon hurriedly chased after him, but they were too close to where he was, and in a short distance, Leon could not catch up with and block the priest who was aiming at the target like a cheetah.

"Stand !!" Leon, who was afraid of accidentally injuring the target he was guarding, so he couldn't even attack from a distance, shouted angrily, but that kind of shouting could not shake the attacker's determination in the slightest.

Father Anderson's twin knives bypassed Duke Almac, who was a secular authority and would have caused trouble for the Templars, and slashed at Shirley, who was behind Mortal.

Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the hideous enemy in front of him.

If he was the only one, he could certainly use the secret technique to sneak away, and in fact Leon had delayed him long enough for him to use that ability.

But he wasn't alone, and behind him hung a drag oil bottle, which was Leon's sister, a guy who couldn't give up no matter what.

Therefore, he did not leave, but stood there calmly.

"Got it!!" said Father Anderson's maniac, twisted smile on his face, and in a moment he could hear the witch's melodious screams, and there was nothing better than this.

However, at this moment, the black light that appeared halfway mercilessly slashed at the major artery in his neck.

That blow was enough to knock Father Anderson's head to the ground.

The fanatic's thoughts were incomprehensible to mortals, and Anderson ignored the attacks that would have decapitated him, and continued to attack his target without hesitation.

For believers, everything is a sacrifice, and it is the supreme honor to be able to sacrifice one's flesh and blood to please God.

His own life doesn't matter at all, as long as he can kill God's enemies, any price can be paid.

Attacking the enemy's place of salvation was ineffective for the madman, so in the middle of that Sumeru, the black light that attacked the neck was impossible to make, and suddenly turned around, lightly changed direction, and cut downward.

The target is the Priest's double-edged wrist, which can disrupt his attacks, rendering them completely nullified.

"Get in the way!!"

Father Anderson had to change his tactics to respond to the sudden attack, but the moment he changed his wrist, the attack suddenly disappeared.

Shadwa, a loyal black dog with a public face, quickly picked up Van and Shirley, and at the same time, Father Anderson's attack, which had already reacted, arrived.

The slash of the twin knives left a trail of blood.

Shadwa's figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he was already holding two noble guardians and appeared on the roof of a house not far away.

Carefully placing the two nobles in need of protection on the roof, Shadwa's body staggered and sat down.

"I'm sorry, Lord Duke, I'm late. The black-clothed public face gasped for breath, and in order to take the two away, his shadowy figure finally revealed a slight flaw, so that although the battle was successful, it was a huge wound on his back at the price.

"Stupid, you came just in time, you saved me. Van said.

Below, Leon, who had fallen behind Father Anderson, finally caught up.

Anderson was silent, turning to look at the knight with an angry face.

The two faced off in silence again.

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