The broadsword of Kanpol was full of fighting energy, and before the blade arrived, the sword formed by the fighting spirit had already approached Ronald's chest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Douqi sword sliced through the air, and a few centimeters away, the skin under Ronald's chain mail felt as if it had been cut open by a dagger, and he felt a tingling pain.

With a look on his face, Ronald knew that this Kanpol was definitely not comparable to the two wastes before. also has a fighting spirit, and the strength of those two people is like a soft-footed shrimp, just waiting for Ronald to slaughter, but this Canpol is like a beast, sharp.

As soon as his feet moved, Ronald's face showed an excited expression, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and swinging the iron sword, the Songshan sword technique was suddenly displayed.

If Campol is like a beast with fangs, then Ronald at this time is like a big knife on the battlefield, wrapped in amazing momentum, vowing to smash all obstacles in front of him.

Kan Polan's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Okay!" Without flinching, the fighting spirit on Kan Polan's broadsword became a little stronger, and he was not afraid at all, but his eyes burst out with fanatical battle intent.

The two broadswords collided together, and there was a sound of blades clashing.

The fighting qi on the sword body spread, like a sword wind, rolling the sand on the ground and flying.

Ronald and Camppolin each took a step back under the heavy arm strength of the other party, and they both knew that the other party was evenly matched, but they did not flinch, but rushed forward again.

With a flick of his wrist, Ronald performed the Songshan swordsmanship, the sword was heavy and fast, with a little less points and stabs in the rivers and lakes, and a little more fierce slashing on the battlefield!

The opening and closing, like a spear and halberd, but as fast as lightning, suppressed Kanpol in a few moves.

Kan Polan's sword moves are also fierce and fast, but compared to the sword moves that have been retained by the Songshan faction, Kan Polan is undoubtedly a little less changed.

It is these changes that make Campol always feel a sense of lack of follow-up when swinging his sword.

Campol's eyes became more and more excited, his eyes were like flames burning, his face was flushed with excitement, and the broadsword in his hand swung faster, stirring like a windmill.

Just when Campol was excited and excited about Ronald's strength, Ronald was equally shocked.

The two broadswords collided with each other more than a dozen times, sparks splashed everywhere, and fighting qi collided, but the broadsword in Campol's hand was still as steady as a mountain, and it was unusually strong, and there was no sign of being cut off.

Not even the slightest crack appeared on the blade.

Ronald realized that the sword in Campol's hand was definitely not ordinary, and it was probably a weapon comparable to the sword of iron chopping.

Looking at the cold light as white as snow on the sword body, as well as the faintly visible natural lines.

Ronald suddenly realized that this was a steel sword—a steel sword forged by the dwarves!

Grinning, the blade in Ronald's hand swung endlessly, the speed became faster and faster, and the Songshan Seventeen Road Sword Style was used by him one after another!

A formidable momentum emerged from Ronald's body, as if he had become an invincible battle array, ready to destroy all obstacles in front of him.

The pressure on the canpol grew, from the initial offensive and defensive, gradually to a thorough defense. The look of excitement on his face began to fade, leaving only seriousness and caution.

"Your strength is good, but you're not my opponent yet!" Ronald said sarcastically as he drew his sword to suppress it.

Cam Polan's face changed, and he laughed, and the fighting spirit on the sword became more and more intense, and the surging fighting spirit even emerged from the surface of the armor on his body.

He's done his best

After Campol shot with all his might, Ronald's sword momentum was suddenly suppressed!

Songshan swordsmanship oppresses people with momentum, but if the other party is not afraid of death at all, he only thinks about exchanging injuries for injuries, or even exchanging lives for lives. Then the Songshan faction's compelling sword momentum will inevitably be blocked.

Unless Ronald is also fearless of death, with the intention of exchanging his life for his life to die with Campol, it is even more difficult to simply use the sword to oppress.

Campol roared, holding the broadsword in his hand with both hands, his whole body burst out, and he swung out more than a dozen swords in an instant, and the thick broadsword turned into a sword shadow in his hand, instantly enveloping Ronald's whole body.

"Phantom Slash!"

Campolo's face was as red as fire, his eyes were round and bulging, and it was obvious that he had squeezed the last bit of potential in his body.

In Ronald's eyes, the broadsword in Campol's hand instantly split into more than a dozen sword shadows, enveloping his whole body, and each sword was extremely realistic, as if Campolan had more than a dozen arms and a dozen broadswords at once.

Cold sweat dripped down Ronald's forehead, this was the first time since he crossed into the other world that he personally felt the approach of death, and felt unprecedented fear!

A certain nerve in his brain was beating rapidly, constantly transmitting messages to him - danger! danger!

"Ah~!"

Ronald roared angrily, and his fighting spirit also exploded to the extreme, his whole body was knotted, and his strength instantly concentrated on one point and burst out.

"--Slash!"

The Iron Slash Sword swung out violently, ignoring the dozen or so sword shadows hanging above his head, and slashed towards Campol's neck.

Choke~

The sound of the blades striking was heard far away.

Ronald held the iron sword, the cold sweat on his forehead slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The broadsword in Campol's hand flew out directly, slashing through countless arcs in mid-air, and then fell violently to the ground.

The phantom slash of Kanpol was extremely terrifying, and more than a dozen sword shadows were instantly divided, virtual and real, making people unable to see it at all. Even, every sword shadow seemed to be real in Ronald's eyes, as if there were really more than a dozen swords slashing head-on towards him.

Fortunately, Ronald gathered all his strength at the last moment, ignored all sword shadows, and directly slashed towards Campol's neck with a heavy move.

If this sword hits, Ronald will be beheaded by the broadsword, but Campol will also be turned into a headless corpse.

At the last moment, Campoland gave up his plan to die together, retracted the shadow of the sword, and crossed in front of him.

It's a pity that he suddenly withdrew his sword, how could the strength on his wrist be comparable to Ronald's heavy slash, and in the end, he couldn't even hold the broadsword, and flew out directly.

Campol stood there, his face gloomy, as if he could scrape off a layer of frost.

Everyone was shocked by the scene just now, whether it was the process of the two fighting each other, or the final result, it brought them a great shock.

In the crowd, a member of the White Wolf Mercenary Group rolled his eyes slightly, and quietly took out a small hand crossbow from behind his waist, a crossbow arrow had already been placed on the hand crossbow, and his wrist was slowly raised, aiming at Ronald's back.

When Campol saw this scene, his face suddenly changed, revealing an angry expression.

Ronald has a talent for danger perception, and no danger around him can escape his sixth sense, let alone a crossbow aimed at him from behind.

Ronald snorted coldly, turned around, and rushed behind him.

The sword of iron was held in his hand, and the momentum was like an invincible knight's spear, and the target was directly aimed at the man who picked up the crossbow.

Ronald was amazingly imposing, the man was holding a crossbow, and before he could pull the trigger, Ronald had already killed him with his sword.

The man was startled, and instinctively pulled the trigger of the crossbow with his fingers.

The crossbow arrow was fired, but it had lost the meaning of the target and sneak attack, and was easily swept to the ground by Ronald with his sword.

Two long swords were horizontally in front of him, and it was the same member of the White Wolf Mercenary Group who drew their long swords to block the front.

"Die!"

Ronald roared angrily, Songshan sword technique was used, and the fighting spirit sword appeared from the iron sword.

Like a hot knife slashing butter, the two long swords completely lost their ability to resist, and were easily broken in two, with extremely smooth sections.

The sword of the slashing iron sword did not stop, and it slashed through the throats of the two mercenaries, and with a pop, a straight line of blood flowed out along the necks of the two of them.

Ronald killed two people with a sword, like a tiger descending from a mountain, rushing into the crowd in an instant, slashing iron sword swept twice, and the people who stood in the way broke their swords one after another, screaming and flying out upside down.

"From today onwards, as long as I see the members of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment, there will be no mercy!"

Ronald rushed out of the encirclement, fled without looking back, and disappeared from the street in an instant.

Hearing Ronald's words, the faces of the members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group present changed, and they suddenly looked ugly.

No one wants to be secretly targeted by such a person whose strength is far beyond them, just look at the momentum when he broke out of the encirclement just now, an ordinary member of the White Wolf Mercenary Group, once he sees him, it is definitely a dead end.

And the soldiers of the garrison regiment, while shocked by Ronald's ferocity at this time, couldn't help but sneer secretly in their hearts.

Since the White Wolf Mercenary Group came to Gregory, it has always been in the posture of the king of heaven, and now it has finally provoked people who should not be provoked.

"Commander Kanpo, what are we going to do next?" a member of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment walked up to Kanpolan's side and whispered instructions.

Campol's face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he silently picked up the broadsword that had fallen to the ground.

Campol slowly walked over to the mercenary who was armed with a crossbow and ready to plot against Ronald. The mercenary had just been rescued by his teammates, but he was already scared.

"Deputy Commander......" The mercenary's legs trembled, looking at Campo's gloomy face, and subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted.

"Greenlandic custom, a sneak attack in the back during a duel is an insult to a warrior, don't you know!" Campland looked at him, anger in his eyes, and the broadsword in his hand slammed into his chest.

The mercenary didn't even have time to explain before he was slashed by Kanpol on the spot.

The people around them lowered their heads one after another, and there was a look of fear in their eyes, but no one dared to say a word.

"The regimental commander accompanied Viscount Darnell to hunt outside the city, and he won't be back until tomorrow morning, and when the regimental commander returns, he will naturally kill this guy who is against our mercenary group. Campol sheathed his sword, snorted coldly, and walked through the crowd.

When the members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group heard this, they all showed joy.

That's right, although the deputy commander of the canpole is strong, he is only a bronze warrior after all. And Captain Oldberg is a silver swordsman, which are completely different levels!

An opponent that the deputy head of the canpole can't solve, but the head of the Oderberg can definitely solve it easily!

Tomorrow only......

When the regimental commander returns, I believe that the body of that person hanging on the city wall will be seen soon!

Thinking of this, the members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group raised their chests one after another, and their faces once again showed a look of arrogance.