Count Clark could no longer stand by and be indifferent, he had been on the battlefield, and the large string of military medals hanging on his chest was another major factor for him to gain a foothold in the Imperial Army, then of course he knew that the knights on the battlefield were afraid and could not see hope, and it was almost a prerequisite for defeat, so if he and his knights were on the front line of facing the terrible old man head-on, he had to find a way to let the feared knights see the dawn of victory again, and this dawn could only be the blood of the old man, and only by letting him shed blood could the knights know that he was also a human being, and he would also bleed, be injured, and die。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, the iron body of more than 2 meters and the giant sword equal to half his height formed a particularly breathtaking and spectacular picture, at the same time, the Clark lions who were always ready on both sides behind him also resolutely clenched the spear and big sword in their hands, and without waiting for their Lord Earl to order, the knights brazenly raised their neat steps and walked steadily towards the old man standing indifferently in the center of the corpse. The speed is indeed not fast, but the neat footsteps still create a solemn atmosphere that makes people dare not breathe, like the roar of war drums, and the rhythmic 'tapping' sound of extremely consistent rhythm tramples over the corpse, and once again forces the old man in the field into a corner.

Old Vernon remained calm.

However, if you look carefully with his old eyes, it is not difficult to find that at this time, he did not pay attention to the Clark knight in front of him at all, and almost all his spirit was focused on Count Clark behind the knight.

Sure enough, it seemed to confirm his expectations, before his knights advanced in front of the old man, Count Clark suddenly took a step forward, and then, completely ignoring the fact that he happened to step on the corpse of a knight, he suddenly exerted his strength, leaving a deep pit in the corpse armor, his burly body suddenly jumped up, with the help of the shoulder of a Clark knight in front of him, he held the giant sword with both hands in mid-air, and slashed at the old man's head in the center of the corpse from top to bottom, the power was extremely terrifying and domineering, and because his giant sword was really huge, it was more appropriate to say that it was a split, but rather a smash, so that people had no doubt that the flesh and blood could only become flesh and mud under the majestic power of the giant sword。

Old Vernon didn't dodge.

Even maintained his indifferent expression, until the giant sword was only less than half a meter away from his head, he turned slightly sideways, just dodging the terrifying power of the giant sword, ignoring his silver hair flying messily under the majestic power, allowing the giant sword to almost stick to his toes and smash to the ground, cutting off the body of a knight's corpse at his feet, and also cutting off the bluestone floor on the ground, he suddenly punched directly into the hilt of the giant sword in Count Clark's hand, as if Count Clark had to abandon his huge giant sword that looked particularly terrifying as soon as he made a move。

Clark can't avoid it.

From his majestic strength and the giant sword in his hand, it was easy to judge his fighting spirit attributes, and considering that his speed was originally relatively limited due to his emphasis on strength, the only choice he could have at this time was to give up the giant sword, and the only thing he could choose at this time was to collide head-on with this terrible old man, but what about a head-on collision? So when he raised his foot and kicked the giant sword in his hand back, he let out a loud shout, and his fist also met the fist of the old man, so the two forces collided directly, and the powerful air flow not only made the corpses under their feet fly directly, but even the knights who approached them had to retreat again and again.

This is the purest battle scene between the level 9 Dou Qi power and the Juggernaut power?

Atlante, Rodrian, and others who were watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded.

And when the dust and blood rolled up by the air flow fell to the ground, it was the old Vernon's strength that was stronger, and the Earl Clarke, who revealed his figure, could only take two steps back under the terrible force, but as if he had carefully calculated beforehand, the two steps he took back just allowed him to retreat to the side of the giant sword that he kicked away, and reached out to hold the giant sword that had not even landed, without the slightest pause or hesitation, he soon pounced on the terrible old man again.

Once again, the two forces collided directly.

This caused the knights around them, and even the knights around them who had finally regained some courage, even if they wanted to participate in the battle, they couldn't get close to them at all, and the battle of Count Clark and Old Vernon was definitely not something that ordinary knights could easily participate in, so at this time, in front of Count Rodrien and everyone in the field, all they could see was a tornado-like sand and dust surrounding Count Clark and the terrible old man, and in addition, there was only the crisp sound of fists and giant swords, the sharp beep of powerful force tearing through the air, and the occasional roar。

The terrible battle did not last long.

Suddenly, a huge figure flew upside down from the dust, and as the dust gradually dissipated, everyone in the street could see that it was the terrible old man who was still standing in the field, but his silver hair could not be as meticulous as before, and even from the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing was no longer steady. In stark contrast, Earl Clark's neat brown hair was equally disheveled, and even more tragic than the old man's was the fact that on Earl Clark's pale face, a wisp of bright blood hung from the corner of his lip, which was particularly glaring.

It is natural to see who is strong and who is weak.

But taking advantage of this gap, Clark's knights and the knights around him also found space to charge, without any pause, without giving the terrible old man a breather, the knights howled and resolutely raised their spears and swords and charged fiercely.

On the side, Count Clark, who was panting violently, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips casually, then narrowed his eyes and clenched the greatsword again, of course he knew better than his knights that they couldn't leave even the slightest rest time for this old man, so he took a deep breath, and Clark was going to attack next time as soon as possible.

But he had just lifted his foot, when a strange phenomenon made him suddenly give up his steps, and then stared at the path that the old man had moved after choking his knight's throat, and he suddenly looked up at the girl who was still sitting quietly on the gatehouse and looking down at the killing at his feet, so in an instant, he finally reacted.

Didn't attack again.

Clark abruptly thrust the giant sword back into the ground again, and without looking back, he stretched out his right hand backwards and shouted directly: "Bow and arrow!"

Soon a knight gave him a bow and arrow.

Earl Clark drew his bow and arrow, and after adjusting the angle, the arrow was pointed directly at Elizabeth on the gatehouse!

"You have to think clearly, it's already a shame that we almost used a knight order to besiege them, and if we take such a tactic again, I'm afraid that the Stanford District will never expect to raise its head in front of the Zolo District. ”

Still didn't look back, but Clark knew very well that this voice could only come from Castia, he didn't give up his bow and arrow target, coldly glanced at the knight's corpses everywhere on the ground, and he said in a deep voice: "Could it be that if this old monster kills everyone here, the Stamford District will be able to raise its head in front of the Zolo District?"

No one behind him spoke again.

They all had complicated expressions and didn't know what to say.

Who would have thought that the Empire's extraordinarily brilliant Stamford district in recent years would be forced to such a point by an old man?

Clark didn't hesitate any longer, he resolutely let go of the bowstring in his hand, and the arrow went towards the girl on the gatehouse at a high speed.

Elizabeth was not flustered.

Her old butler was at her feet, what reason did she have to panic?

Not surprisingly, even if the hands of the slaughtering knights around him did not stop, even if all his spirit seemed to be on the battlefield in front of him, there was always a point left on his young lady, almost at the same time that Clark's bow and arrow were out of his hand, old Vernon had already jumped high, facing the arrow with strong strength, he just reached out steadily, firmly grasped the extremely fast arrow in his hand, and then landed, obviously enraged, even if his expression was not revealed, but the small arrow had been contaminated with all his anger, the moment he threw the arrow casually, this sharp arrow had become the scythe of death。

It pierced the throats of the three knights in a row, and it was not until the fourth knight that the arrow finally landed with the knight's corpse.

However, these losses were obviously worth it, Count Clark was not shocked, but only sneered, he finally saw that no matter how powerful and terrible this old man was, he still had his mortal wounds, and his range of movement was always limited to the gatehouse, he did not dare to go too far away from his young lady, nor did he dare to get too close to them, no wonder whether to the left or right, his killing range was always only that piece, no wonder the corpses were only concentrated around him.

Realizing this, Clark naturally would not let his knight charge to death again, he immediately raised the giant sword in his hand, and suddenly ordered: "Retreat!"

Immediately after, the knight who watched him stay on guard and slowly retreated, and his second order was quickly issued: "Bow knight prepare!"

Since on this day, all the forces around his mansion are basically concentrated in the entire Stanford area, so naturally there will be no shortage of archers, and in the process of retreating in a little panic with the knights of the spear and sword, the archers who have always been at the end of the battle line quickly moved forward, appeared in the position that originally belonged to the knights of the spear and sword, and were also on the front line of the old men in the field, and not only that, in addition to the archers who quickly squatted on the ground on both sides of the street, on the outer wall of the Clark mansion behind Count Clark and others, there were also a group of archers who pulled out the bowstring, put on sharp arrows, and pointed at Elizabeth on the gatehouse。

It's no longer a fight.

It's a war.

A war against a man whose specifications are at least the same as a regular order of the Empire.

The scorching sun slanted in the west, stretching the figure of the old man on the street infinitely, and it was hard to imagine that even in the face of such a situation, the old man could still be indifferent and expressionless.

Everyone knows that he, or they, don't have any more chances.

But the anomaly is that it was not easy to see the dawn of victory, whether it was Earl Clarke, or the dignitaries and nobles of Stanford behind him, none of them could reveal the revelry, pride, or cruelty they should have at this time, they just looked at the old man standing there alone, with messy silver hair, everyone, everyone, they didn't even dare to breathe, but their expressions were complicated.

No one made any sound.

Not even the wind.

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ps:I'm not satisfied with the quality of this chapter.,But it's a start.,From tomorrow.,Quality update two-way guarantee.,In the future, I hope I can become a persistent and more persevering full-time Xiaolangjun.。 (To be continued.) )