Duke Salantos Midknight, who endured the pain of a fractured collarbone on her left side, was half-kneeling on the muddy ground, and with her right hand she pulled out the knight's half-sword at her waist, and thrust the tip of the sword into the ground to help her balance, her left arm was clearly out of strength and drooped to the side.

The officers and soldiers of the Guards in the audience held their breath and focused their eyes on the black-armored knight, watching her stagger to her feet with her half-sword in her hand.

"His Majesty the Duke will win!" The officers and soldiers shouted excitedly, they all felt warm in their hearts, and they felt glad for themselves, as soldiers, what could be more proud than to serve such a brave monarch?

The silver-armored knight was stationed on his horse with a calm attitude, he was not proud at all, he won the round of cavalry competition just now was too easy, and he used his rich experience and superb spear skills to pull the opponent off the horse.

A piece of silver armor was undamaged, the pure white cloak was not even stained with a single bit of dirt, and the opponent's armor had been poked with a large hole by himself, the cloak was stained with blood and mud, and the heavy flail on his shoulders had fallen to the ground.

He silently watched everything that was happening on the other side through the observation hole of the mask, and he thought that the other party would surrender immediately, but he didn't expect that the black-armored knight would be strong enough to stand up again.

The deep voice of the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre shook the entire helmet: "Your Majesty, I have seen your chivalry, maybe you really deserve that crown, but it depends on the next performance." ”

With that, the silver-armored knight urged the war horse and trotted towards the other party, and as the war horse gradually accelerated, he pulled out the giant sword on his back, raised it high above his head, and aimed his eyes at the black pig-faced helmet of the black armored knight.

Anyone would be struck by the giant knight riding a huge horse, and with the terrifying greatsword, this sword used the momentum of the warhorse, and if it did split, it was undoubtedly powerful enough to cut the head in half along with the helmet.

"Your Majesty! Be careful! Dali shouted in horror.

The black-armored knight stood calmly in place until the opposing horse's horse rushed in front of him, and the blade of the giant sword slashed mercilessly, less than a meter from his helmet.

At this moment, she rolled to the ground at a speed impossible for mortals, deftly dodging the trampling of iron hooves, straightened her right hand, and sliced open the belly of the opponent's war horse with a half-sword in her hand.

The sharp blade of the half-sword in his hand easily cut through the flesh, and the internal organs fell out, and the heavy horse fell out almost instantly, and the silver-armored knight in the saddle fell heavily into the mud, and the giant sword in his hand was thrown into the distance.

The blood of the horse almost stained the black-armored knight red, and the armor was stained with the internal organs of the warhorse, and the Duke of Salantos threw away the blood-stained hand and half of the sword, and grabbed the half of the horse's intestines hanging from his shoulder.

"Ah, look at these slimy things, the smell is so strong, how can it not be the case in our bodies, no matter how beautiful people are, they are also made of these disgusting things." She said unhurriedly, and threw away the half of the horse's intestines.

"When I was younger, my playmates were afraid of blood, and they cried when they broke through the skin. And when I see blood, I get excited and full of desire to fight.

Once, in order to protect a female companion, I trampled a poisonous toad with my boots, and the ladies from famous families scattered in all directions.

Oh...... The poor girls grow up in a honey pot, and they will never understand that violence itself is not evil, but the purpose of violence is the key.

I will defeat you, Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, and prove my worth and prove that I am worthy of the crown of our ancestors. ”

As he spoke, the Duke ripped off the lock of his cloak and wiped the entrails and blood off his armor with his cloak.

"I've read a lot of descriptions of foot rider dogfights, and it's time to see for yourself." With that, she threw off her dirty cloak and walked slowly towards the silver-armored knight lying in the mud.

Listening to the other party's words, Baron Jason Strandhower suddenly came to his senses, he supported his body with his thick arms, and slowly got up, he had just been thrown and almost fainted, at this time he only felt a splitting headache, and his silver armor was covered with mud.

He looked up and saw the black-armored knight walking towards him, and saw her bend down and pick up the heavy chain flail that had fallen in the mud, the black-armored knight shook his forearm, and the handle of the chain chain drove the three chains to rotate rapidly, and because the speed was too fast, the barbed iron ball at the end of the three chains had turned into a phantom.

(It was a terrible power to wield that two-handed flail with just one hand.) ）

The flail spun faster and faster, and the black-armored knight came up to him, swung his arm violently at his head, and he raised his shield to block.

There was a loud bang, the shield was smashed and dented, and the forearm tied to the shield was almost broken by this blow, but fortunately he was born tall and strong, and his bones were much stronger than ordinary people.

The black-armored knight didn't give him a chance to breathe, she even ignored the weight of the armor and jumped high in the air, holding the flail and smashing it, and the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre could only raise his painful forearm and continue to block with his sunken shield.

This time, however, the shackle was evident as a shield-breaking weapon, as the chain passed over the shield and the barbed iron ball smashed directly into the top of the Silver Knight's helmet.

"Ahh The sharp pain in his head caused Baron Jason to scream, and he felt the warm liquid run down his cheeks.

He knew exactly what was happening, the heavy blow of the iron ball deformed the helmet, the sunken armor clinging to his head, and the spikes on the iron ball pierced through the top of the helmet and into his scalp. Fortunately, the steel of the helmet was strong enough, otherwise the blow would have shattered the skull.

The knight in silver armor held his shield to protect his head, and he held on to it without falling, his helmet was knocked and vibrated for a while, his ears were buzzing, but his mind was still clear enough, he understood his situation, he had to reverse the decline, and if he didn't fight back, the Duke of Salantos would continue to wave the chain flail until his shield was smashed and his skull was smashed.

He looked down at his opponent's black shin and foot armor, and when he saw the moment, he suddenly took a step and stepped on the opponent's foot armor, his weight shifted forward, pressing the weight of his 400-pound body against this foot.

The strategy worked, he felt the pressure on his shield plummet, the attack of the opponent's shackles stopped, and the Duke was trying to pull out his trampled foot, and this was his chance.

The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre removed the long-handled axe from his back, and he grasped the handle of the axe with both hands and thrust forward, causing the black-armored knight to lose his balance at once.

In the fight of the foot knight, if one side loses his balance and falls, the other will be attacked at will, and the Duke knows this, she uses the handle of the flail against the opponent's shield, and she can maintain her balance, but the opponent has already taken the opportunity to raise her hands to attack, and the axe is slashing at her head.

The situation was critical, her feet were trampled and she couldn't dodge, her left arm couldn't move, and she couldn't lift her shield, the duke hurriedly threw away the chain flail in her hand, rushed directly into the opponent's arms, and pushed the side of the opponent's breastplate with her right hand, and the huge axe blade swept through the side of the helmet, startling her into a cold sweat. (It's dangerous!) It's almost over! ）