"Are you?", Lance smiled, at this moment, Lance was the only one left of the two who could keep his head clear, so no matter what, he had to show what Cohen Thrace had learned about the [Killing Sword Technique]!

"That's right, I'm going to duel you!", said Cohen Thrace, and the momentum in his bones burned again

"Why? I have countless ways for you to tell that secret, whether you are dead or alive!", Lance ignored and began to make up a pretense for himself, as if he did not pay attention to the time at all, because Lance knew that the team of Moxie and the others must have put the laxative in the horse farm near the town hall a long time ago, and those light riders were not so quick to get over

So, Lance has time, although not too long~

"His grandmother's, do you really want to see the Heavy Horse, a symbol of the glory of the royal city and the victory of mankind, trampled under the feet of a group of night beasts?"

"I agree with this~", Lance also thought about it, whether his actions can be regarded as acting for the tiger can only be judged by history~, but only those who live have the opportunity to make a better reputation for themselves on the mixed rhetoric of history

"But," Lance continued, "I'm not that stupid, but you're at a disadvantage now, and if I let you go, I'll be at a disadvantage, I only have one arm and one eye!"

"Phew, you pig eats tiger, I can see that you are a [flame ability], otherwise why would you cut back and forth in the blockade of the heavy riders by pole vaulting?

And Lance never gave the enemy more chances, and from the beginning of the Second Great War with Kord at that time, Lance understood a truth

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself~

So without saying a word, Lance raised the long sword in his hand and slashed at Cohen Thrace's arm~

The world, all of a sudden, is dark~~, for Cohen Thrace~~

.......

When he woke up, Cohen Thrace found that the whole world seemed to be stained with blood, and his left eye was empty~, and he couldn't see anything~

The howls, the painful sensations, in the place where Cohen Thrace was, continued to pass towards the surroundings of the Colosseum~

At this moment, Lance looked at Cohen Thrace, who had been untied, without pity, and said coldly

"What you want [knight duel], now I will give you this fair chance", said that, he kicked the knight's heavy sword and shield that had been prepared under his feet to Thrace~

"It's cruel! It's so fucking cruel! You, your grandmother's is a nightcrawler, no, your grandmother's is a half-blood! I curse you, curse you!", Cohen Thrace staggered as he picked up the knight's heavy sword and strapped the shield on his severed arm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After all, Lance is not too ruthless, just cut off the position where the left hand and arm are connected, and this knight's shield is mainly supported by the strength of the arm and arm, so even if there is no palm, Thrace can still play some combat skills, but Lance does hate a little too much, Thrace's left eye was directly broken by Lance in the process of dizziness~

"Don't blame me for hating, do you remember what a knight duel is?", Lance spoke, "Do you remember that you were in Iron Shield Town, relying on the heavy sword in your hand, to cut down all seven members of the family, in order to blackmail the old mayor who was hiding secrets? , but you are wearing armor and holding a sword, and that poor old mayor has not only to add some sword marks to himself in the process of losing the duel with you again and again, but also to see his family being killed by you one by one. At least someone told me that the old mayor was not holding a knight's sword in his hand, but just an iron rod~"

Speaking of this, Lance was obviously angry, although Lance had not personally experienced these things, but old John, like Lance's guide, never hid anything from Lance, at least, Cohen Thrace's atrocities back then, so that Lance could not forgive

So if you want to talk about hate, you are forced!

"Ha~~haha~~", Cohen Thrace laughed~, and his bloodstained face actually laughed like crazy

", for what I want, for revenge on my hateful father, not to mention killing people in a town, killing all those who stand in my way, it's worth it!"

"Don't make any excuses for your slaughter!", Lance said as he used the [Phantom Sword], trying to make a hole in the thigh of this Cohen Thrace, so that the distance of this guy's sliding from side to side would be reduced, after all, if he really fought it, Lance would not be able to take the knight's heavy sword. Although the power of the flames in the imprint behind him had been replenished, Lance didn't want to use it up here, as it was as thrilling as the battle with Bone Shatter Ryan at that time

This phantom that can be used has been blocked alive~

The shield on Cohen Thrace's left arm directly blocked Lance's sword wind!

"Impossible!", Lance was stunned, without saying a word, he took control of the [Phantom Sword] again, this time, Lance summoned two phantoms, and attacked both sides of Cohen Thrace on the left and right, wanting to break Thrace's knees, as if the broken bone Ryan at that time, was sealed in action~

Time seems to freeze~, at least in the eyes of Lance

But when the time was lifted, that surprising scene reappeared

The two afterimages of Lance gradually disappeared on the left as a shield for blocking, and the side of the sword on the right also served as a block~, in the air full of blood, Lance smelled a strange atmosphere

Could it be that this guy is also [Flame Ability]?

How can you parry your own [Phantom Sword]?

Anyway, whether it's one-on-one, or with fewer enemies, Lance has never been defeated, as long as he controls this [Phantom Sword]~

But why was Cohen Thrace able to get rid of it?

Just as Lance was stunned, the groundbreaking trick was already on Cohen Thrace, only Thrace's feet slammed on the ground, and then his whole body suddenly rose into the air, and his mouth shouted loudly

"Knight Swordsmanship Chapter 5: Earth Splitting Attack!"

The whole person was like a huge iron ball in mid-air, pressing towards the location where Lance was~ (To be continued.) )