The Marquis of Osiris had been taught by the Euniken Fitzeld martial artist for a long time as the crown prince of Loshien, and during that time, the two had faced each other with swords countless times, and the intertwined metal songs once resounded through the rooftops of the Evergreen Tower, and even echoed in the sky above the Moonwhispering Forest.

Before comprehending the power of the Fighting Spirit, the Marquis of Osiris had never taken advantage of the Master Wardancer, and no matter how fierce his attacks and how dense his defenses, Uniken Fitzeld could easily parry a counterattack and knock two of his training swords out of his hands. So when the jade-colored fighting spirit burned on his twin swords for the first time and forced the master of the war dancer back, the young elven crown prince's heart was filled with excitement and joy that had finally surpassed Chalafi.

It wasn't until that day that Eunikon Fitzeld stepped forward and threatened the Elven Court with his twin swords alone, so that dozens of Silver Pegasus Knights, including Sama Maple Lanchi, who held the Moon Rift, did not dare to take a step beyond the Thunder Pool, that he learned the true strength of this War Dancer Master, and also learned how famous the First Martial Arts Master of the Moon Whispering Forest was.

Even now, the Green Lion had tried his best to overestimate the strength of the War Dancer Master's dual-sword sword fighting, but when it came time to actually face each other, he realized that it was far from the limit of Uniken Fitzeld.

Although he did not possess the strength of the fighting spirit, Uniken Fizeld was more than capable of fighting any of the top powerhouses without falling behind, and his every attack and every defense was in perfect condition, the slash and slash of Nature's Fury was easily bounced back, and the attacks of the Moon Rift and the Wound of the Sky were able to find a gap in the Marquis of Osiris defense every time, forcing him to retreat again and again.

In the face of the fierce and continuous offensive of the War Dancer Master, the Marquis of Osiris even had the illusion that he seemed to have returned to the era when he had been trained by the War Dancer Master decades ago.

But Uniken Fitzeld was not now a Charafi who was trying his best to teach the young crown prince, but an absolutely terrible killing machine, with no emotion in his frozen black eyes, no matter anger, anxiety, joy or any other color, only nothingness, an absolute promise of death.

If the Marquis of Osiris was still the young crown prince who had just left the Moonwhispering Forest, he would have been turned into a shattered corpse lying to the ground. The experience in the Kingdom of Arthur tempered his swordsmanship and will, countless life-and-death battles, countless charges, Marquis Osiris's swordsmanship has been amazingly improved, and at the same time has the delicacy of elven swordsmanship and the strength of human swordsmanship.

Nature's wrath slammed into the wounds of the sky, and the magical heavy sword inherited by the wild elves danced up and down, and the green light intertwined into a dense web of light like the green shade of the forest and sea. In the face of the fierce onslaught of the Marquis of Osiris, the two arms of the War Dancer Master turned into an illusory shadow, and the two scimitars completely ignored their own defenses and launched a brazen counterattack.

With a surprisingly fierce sonorous sound, the silvery-white light of the Moon Rift clashed out from this web of light, and then the blood-red light of the Firmament Wound followed, and the fierce counterattack of the War Dancer Master caught the Marquis of Osiris off guard, and he had to retreat back to the spot, and the Wrath of Nature danced a sword barrier in front of his body.

Eunikon Fitzeld's two scimitars unleashed a series of sharply angled thrusts, most of which were bounced back by the tight defenses of Nature's Fury, only once narrowly breaking through the blade barrier laid by the Marquis of Osiris, severing a lock of his blonde hair and sending it into the air like a melted golden thread.

There were screams all around the lakeshore, but the Marquis of Osiris didn't even blink an eye, and the wrath of nature grabbed the other party's bold omission and suddenly counterattacked, and the rift of the moon in the right hand of the master dancer of the war dancer urgently returned to defense, blocking the wrath of nature less than ten centimeters away from his face, and the scimitar and the heavy sword clashed extremely violently, and the sparks that burst out left a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

Sama, the leader of the Silver Pegasus Knights, who was watching the battle, let out a low lament, although his Saber Moon Rift belonged to the same level of legendary magic weapon as the Wrath of Nature held by the Marquis of Osiris, but the latter was not only enchanted by the elven craftsmen, but also carefully forged by the top dwarven blacksmith masters, while the former was a weapon made by the elven craftsmen themselves, and the quality of forging was slightly inferior.

The fierce confrontation had caused the blade of the Moon Rift to crack a gap the size of an oat grain, but the blade of Nature's Wrath remained unblemished.

"I'm afraid this is not a battle that will end anytime soon. "The chief master of the Stargazer Guild, Pasius, asserted in an authoritative tone that he was not only a master stargazer who could interpret prophecies from the stars, but also a very powerful martial arts master, but his actual combat experience was much worse than that of Sama or Uniken, who controlled the troops.

"The ...... Your Highness already has the strength to compete with the 'Wild Seed'?" Sama's face turned ugly. "Alala is above, so wouldn't it be ...... if we tried our best to expel him back then?"

"Be careful, Sama. Patheus hurriedly placed his hand on the shoulder of the leader of the Silver Pegasus Knights, and looked cautiously in the direction of the Sun Singer. Or maybe it was because the battle in the war dance ring was really exciting, and the Sun Singer didn't seem to notice what was happening behind him, which made Pasius breathe a sigh of relief.

Sama also quickly realized his gaffe, and immediately closed his mouth, and his expression couldn't help but show a hint of panic.

Hardly anyone noticed this little episode, because the two men who were fighting in the battle dance ring attracted all the attention, and there were no words to describe this beautiful and terrifying dance of death, the three colors of light violently colliding with each other, changing, and intertwining, which could be said to be brilliant and dazzling. Uniken Fizelde attacked with all his might, the Moon Rift and the Wound of the Sky slashed and slashed, and the twin blades were as sharp as a volcanic eruption, swift as the wind swept across the water, and the whistling wind of the sword almost always passed by the figure of his opponent.

The Marquis of Osiris retreated steadily, and although the expression on his face was a little pale, he was generally calm. The few encounters just now had made him understand one thing, that is, the state of his Charafis-Uniken Fitzeld martial arts master was indeed not normal, and that kind of all-out onslaught without regard for his own safety was not like the style of the war dancer master, and it was an insult to the war dance ring.

The dual-sword sword fighting technique passed down from generation to generation of Wild Elf War Dancer Masters is sharp and dense in attack, but the defense is also tight and solid, and there will never be a madman in the war dance ring who is desperate for victory, and they will fight to leave a more exquisite sword technique for their race, even if they are bloodied in the ring.

But that's not the case with Uniken Fitzeld right now.

Once again, the Master War Dancer split his blades left and right, striking from the wings, and the waves of swords rolled up with a whistling sound, as if death was whispering his promise. The Marquis of Osiris responded calmly, and the wrath of nature turned into two emerald green rays of light that flew left and right, blocking the two waves of swords, and then instantly merged into one in his chest, and the hilts of the swords touched each other, triggering the mechanism that had been perfect for thousands of years, and they joined together with a soft click.

In the next moment, the situation suddenly reversed, and the wrath of Nature, which had changed from two magic heavy swords to double-headed swords, slashed left and right, and the attack was as fast as lightning, launching a fierce attack on the War Dancer Master from all directions. This round of strong attacks made everyone watching the battle dizzy, and many people wondered in their hearts, if the person standing in the ring was replaced by himself, how long would he be able to withstand the onslaught of the Marquis of Osiris?

The faces of the two High Elf martial arts masters present all turned pale, Sama involuntarily clenched his fists, and his mouth made a creaking sound, while Pasius was of similar strength, but due to his lack of combat experience, his expression was more calm than the former.

"If I were on the field, I'm afraid I would only be able to use my fighting strength to resist this round of onslaught. Patheus muttered quietly, then turned to the head of the Silver Pegasus Knights, "Sama, how are you?"

"If it were us, we would have been defeated a long time ago!" Sama gritted his teeth and roared back, "Don't forget, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's Dou Qi power is stronger than you and me, if we use our Dou Qi power, we won't even be able to support His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to use this move!"

Patheus was stunned for a moment, then nodded in affirmation, "That's true, I want to see now, what the hell is there to deal with that wild elf?"

"You'll see right away the reason why that wild species is qualified to be the number one martial arts master of the Moon Whispering Forest. Sama replied, staring at Uniken Fitzeld's movements with a good eye.

He waited shorter than he expected.

The silver snake flew, the red lightning swirled, and the master of the war dancer did not retreat or hold on to the fierce attack of the Marquis of Osiris, but brazenly raised his sword to attack. Without hesitation, the two scimitars embed themselves in a storm of blades rolled up by the wrath of nature, immediately triggering a series of blade clashing resounds.

In the next few minutes, the three magic weapons collided with each other frantically, stabbed, and blocked, and the speed of switching between attack and defense was even faster than human thought activity. If you look at the attack and defense moves of both sides separately, many excellent fighters can have the same level, for example, Sama's offensive sword skills are top-notch, and Pasius's defensive sword skills are not inferior.

However, if a single blow misses, or if the attack is interrupted, they always need a little time to reorganize their moves, and they can't do both. The agility of the elves can make up for this deficiency to some extent, so in the eyes of many human knights, there is not much difference in strength between them, and only those who have truly reached the level of martial arts masters can appreciate the difference.

If it had been Sama or Pasius, the contest would have been over long ago.

Sir Rodriguez was equally interested in this wonderful battle, and among these people in Arthur's Kingdom Mission, he was probably the only one who could compete with the two in the battle dance ring. Levi and Glenwalm were dazzled and dumbfounded, but Mr. Dish simply turned his head away and muttered something like, "Anyway, hundreds of great knights line up in a phalanx and the battle is over."

The blades collided with the blades, and the sonorous sound was like a sound, like a hymn burning the heart of a warrior echoed in the sky above the war dance ring. Levi's heartstrings tightened, and he couldn't tell who had the upper hand, or who was still evenly divided. After a minute of patience, he finally let out a soft sigh, and then inwardly asked Sir Rodriguez.

"How's that, Sir Rodriguez, who has the upper hand now?"

In the midst of the crowd of Kingdom Missions, the eyes of the Knight of Damnation flickered faintly, and a hoarse, sarcastic voice rang out, answering in the griffon lord's mind. "Young Master Levi, this is an absolutely unfair contest at all, the difference in strength between the two is not big, but that War Dancer Master is simply attacking with all his strength without scruples, and he can hardly see his defensive moves, while the Marquis of Osiris has always had scruples. If it had been me, I would have slashed his head with a sword. ”

"But you must have been torn open by those two scimitars. Mr. Dich's old voice interjected, "Then the energy of death leaked out uncontrollably, breaking through the disguises I had created for you, and the next thing was to flee desperately in front of the army of elves who hated the same enemy." ”

If it weren't for the special constitution of the Knight of Damnation, Sir Rodriguez's face might have turned red and hot, and he coughed a little embarrassed, "Okay, old ...... Frederick, you're right. That guy's swordsmanship is indeed good, but I think he is very qualified to become a berserker or a death knight, so the fearless fighting style, this is the first time I have seen it in an elf. ”

"It's almost certain now that this master war dancer must have been indulged in soul control magic. Mr. Dish said angrily, "The Indulger is afraid that his own soul will find loopholes in the order and find ways to show mercy to his subordinates, so he simply gives the order to die together, which will cause this result." ”

"Father God is above, such a despicable and vicious practice......" Levi could hardly help but blurt out, but fortunately he thought that he was in the battle dance ring, so he forcibly swallowed the curse back, but there seemed to be a flame smoldering in his chest, making his face turn iron.

"The key to victory or defeat is probably only in the hands of the Marquis of Osiris himself......"

Before Mr. Dish could finish speaking, the tide of battle changed once again, drawing everyone's attention.

In the fierce battle that lasted for several minutes, the Marquis of Osiris had at least three chances to cut off his opponent's head or pierce his chest, although he would also suffer fatal injuries himself, but he had witnessed Levi perform healing magic, and he was almost certain that his life would not be in danger.

However, he could not swing the wrath of nature in his hands.

Those flaws shouldn't have been, at least not in Euniken Fitzeld.

The War Dancer's dual-sword sword fighting skills were flawless, but only for the first few minutes, Uniken Fitzeld's two scimitars were still defensive, and then they turned into pure attacks. Although this made his offensive seem more unstoppable, it was a very fatal flaw to not defend, especially when facing an opponent as equal as the Marquis of Osiris, it was like giving his life and victory to his hands.

Perhaps that's what Uniken Fitzeld had in mind.

The Marquis of Osiris was completely convinced that the statement of Master Frederick before the battle began was not correct at all, and that Sharafi was really a victim of the Soul Control Demonic Technique, and his body had become an involuntary puppet, and only the instinct of a powerful warrior in his soul was fighting with this body.

However, whatever the order that the Indulger gave to the Wardancer Master, he was clearly disobeying it in this way. Attacking with all his might, leaving no spare strength on defense, is to let the Marquis of Osiris, who is familiar with his swordsmanship, find a flaw and save his soul by death.

Perhaps there is another solution, and that is to fight for endurance.

Marquis Osiris has the power of Dou Qi Sanctification, and he is only one step away from the threshold of the legend, although in the battle dance ring, he cannot use the external Dou Qi power to assist him in the battle, but the Dou Qi power surging in his body is still recovering his physical strength and relieving his fatigue. An ordinary knight with a Fighting Spirit Seed can withstand hours of high-intensity combat, while a knight with the title of Fighting Spirit Tianhua can even fight for several days and nights without getting tired, as long as his spirit can support it.

In contrast, Uniken Fitzeld's body, though it has been tempered countless times with more hard labor, and every bone and muscle is full of strength, is still unable to exceed the limits of normal physiological ability. An hour or two can completely exhaust his physical strength, no matter how strong his swordsmanship is, he will inevitably lose his due edge after his physical strength is exhausted.

The Marquis of Osiris gradually increased the speed of the transition between attack and defense, wanting to speed up the consumption of the physical strength of both sides by speeding up the pace. The footsteps of the two of them were extremely dexterous, their figures were like a puff of illusory light smoke, and the deadly flashes flew through each other in the light smoke, and every slight mistake could lead to a fatal result.

Uniken Fitzeld unleashed another onslaught, the Moon Rift swept swiftly towards the side of the Marquis Osiris's neck with a piercing roar, while the Firmament Wound pinned down with a series of stabs and tore at the Marquis Osiris's defenses from every angle.

This series of moves was undoubtedly quite powerful, but in the previous encounter, Uniken Fitzeld had already performed it several times. The Marquis of Osiris responded almost without thinking, and the right blade of Nature's Wrath rose up, blocking the path of the silver-white sword light.

The sound of swords clashing against each other was unusually high-pitched, accompanied by a wail from afar.

"My Moon Rift ......"

The scimitar of the demigod weapon could not withstand the high-intensity continuous slashing, and two-thirds of the blade broke off in response! The Master of War Dancer didn't make any defensive moves, but in a flash of lightning, the Marquis of Osiris swept out with his sword almost instinctively, knocking half of the blade far away!

This action revealed too much flaw, and the wound of the sky mercilessly took advantage of the gap and bit into the right rib of the Marquis of Osiris. The Celestial Knight's reaction was quite quick, and almost as soon as the blade entered his body, the whole person suddenly retreated, away from the attack range of the scimitar. However, there was still a large puddle of blood that splashed violently with his movements, adding a fresh bloody atmosphere to the battle dance ring!

(To be continued)