There are only a handful of Phantom Swords still in existence today, and almost everyone in the Knight Continent can tell the salient features and glorious history of each of them, so Basel recognized the "Frost Sorrow" in Ceoses's hand at a glance - the late paladin Reinhardt's world-famous divine weapon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Frost Sorrow can only be associated with two people, Patin, the Lion, or the Rose Knight. And the physiognomy and vindictive achievements of the middle-aged man in front of him can only be the latter.

The Rose Knight Ceoses has been famous in the Knights Continent for a long time, and people are always keen to talk about those fragrant stories about him, but no one will despise this grandson of Reinhardt, the nephew of Patin, the lion.

If it was Coron, the leader of the Silver Star Mercenary Regiment, or the little giant Elliot, who met Ceoses at this moment, maybe they would salute first and then soldiers, and try to avoid doing it directly, but the madman Basel was like a beast that smelled the smell of meat, and suddenly became furious because of excitement. Even though he knew that his scimitar "Demon Scythe" couldn't resist the Frost Phantom Sword, he still desperately slashed towards the Rose Knight.

A sword and a knife slammed into two fighting spirits, and even the air was thumped by the huge shock wave. The surrounding grass and trees are lodging, flying sand and rocks, and the two figures hedge like electricity, bounce off, hedge, bounce off again......

There is no temptation in Basel's fighting philosophy, and it is a very unreasonable way of playing at the beginning, and Ceoses has superb sword skills, but he is forced to fight only brute force for a while.

Basel landed at the place where the garrison was most concentrated. As soon as he pulled out the scythe, he slashed sideways from his shoulder, and more than two dozen magic apprentices were already in a different place. Ceosaise held his scimitar with his sword, but he couldn't stop the magic apprentices from fleeing like a tidal wave.

At this time, the two knights fought to the death, and the momentum was terrifying, but the task of gathering Wesley and the others to collect the "deserters" became even more difficult.

Dean Kona and his faculty members shouted shouts as they chased the fleeing young men, but the aristocratic children, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old, were so frightened by the tragic death of their companions that they could not stop at all.

On the other side of the river, another rider pulled up a rope that floated in the water and swam to this side. This time, probably because of the determination to rush the crossing, there were more people than before, and the speed was much faster.

"Come back to me!" Wesley gritted his teeth and shouted, seeing that he couldn't stop those deserters, and the battle situation was extremely urgent, in desperation, he picked up the magic gun that he didn't know who threw on the grass, and shot at the river alone.

The knights who had crossed the river had seen the power of magic before, and had learned wisely, and when they heard the first shot, they dived into the water, swam hard for a while, and then surfaced to breathe, and then plunged into the water again. Wesley had only fired a few shots before he knew that he alone would not be able to stop them from crossing the river, so he stomped his foot and smashed the magic gun into the grass.

A few hundred meters away on the hillside, Sarah's shout was suddenly heard: "Escapee! Kill on the spot!" Wesley looked up and saw Sarah standing on the top of the slope, holding a sword in her hand, her eyes full of murderous intent, and several aristocratic children were so frightened by him that they retreated.

Wesley was in a cold sweat in his hands, he wasn't sure if the little ones would shoot at Shara. However, his worries were unnecessary, those children blindly ran away, and the magic gun in their hands had long been forgotten where to throw it.

"Children, have you forgotten what the Earl said, the Ava River is gone, and there is no longer a barrier in the western part of the empire to stop them!!" Dean Kona shouted hoarsely as he ran among his children.

Wesley opened his mouth to say something, but ended up saying nothing. There is a silver lining between life and death, he had already made it clear before this blockade began, and it would be futile to say anything now.

In the nineteen provinces in the western part of the empire, there are hundreds of thousands of magic apprentices, more than 10,000 magic guns, and even thousands of official magicians.

On the Ava River, the knights who crossed the river had reached the middle of the river. Kona and his instructors shoved the magic guns back into his children's hands, urging anxiously.

Corey stood by the shore, his sword already in his hand, ready to strike a fatal blow to the first enemy.

Not far away, Ceoses and Basel were inseparable. The Rose Knight must have noticed the situation on this side and deliberately led Basel into the distance so as not to affect the innocent.

Perhaps because of this little distraction, he didn't even notice a key detail - the blade of the Scythe was already full of wounds, but Basel was still unaware, and the knife was more decisive than the other, and even deliberately slashed at the "Frost Sorrow".

It is impossible for a pure madman to survive in the knightly continent of swords and swords, and although Basel is crazy, he is not stupid at all. His fighting spirit cultivation is close to level 11, and he is on a par with Ceauses, and if he wants to fight quickly, he can only win in danger.

He's been waiting for an opportunity, and now, it's finally here!

Taking advantage of the moment when the two were separated, the Rose Knight glanced in the direction of the river, frowned slightly, and then subconsciously raised the Frost Phantom Sword forward, pointing directly at Basel, holding his left hand at his side, twisting his waist slightly, and his left foot also poked forward slightly, which was a posture that contained a lot of variations to meet the enemy.

Ceauses, who had tried countless times, each time trying to avoid Basel's onslaught with his pace and then use his skill to break the enemy. But Basel never gave him a chance. When both strength and speed are at their extreme, the technique often loses its effect. If Donner had been there, he would have found that this coincided with the philosophy of "one force to ten meetings" in Chinese martial arts.

This time, Basel changed the previous "Ground Splitting" style of slashing, and the Scythe suddenly fell to the right, and then swept around. In this way, the portal on the left side of his body opened, and he fell into danger in vain.

Several thoughts flashed through Ceauses' mind for a moment, and in a moment, he gave up the opportunity to take advantage of this flaw, swung his sword on the right side of his body to block the past, and twisted his waist and turned around, ready to unload the power of the opponent's blow.

At this moment, Basel's feet suddenly left the ground, and the whole person was dragged up by the magic sickle, and the fighting spirit enveloped his whole body like a golden light cluster.

Ceauses secretly exclaimed that he was lucky, he did not guess wrong, if he had just grabbed Basel's left rib, he would have been caught off guard by his sudden change of move.

"Cunning ......" Ceoses smiled coldly, stirred up the fighting energy around him, condensed on the long sword, and then suddenly felt a little wrong.

Basel's magic scythe scimitar did not have the slightest fighting spirit......

Ceoses was startled, his long sword was immediately retracted, and his left foot in front of him kicked the ground with all his might, and his body was like a taut bow, and it was shot backwards.