Chapter 22: The MVP Behind the Scenes

"Bell!"

This fatal sword, hidden in the sword wind, was narrowly blocked by York, at the cost of losing a strand of hair as a result.

Through the strand of hair that he had fallen, York could clearly see the person who had just fought him, needless to say, it was the bandit leader.

Even though he was cautious along the way, he was still aware of the presence of the intruder by the other party.

"I really didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door......"

The bandit leader moved his neck, and a crunch sound came out, making the scar on his face even more hideous.

Now, there is no turning back, in order to avoid the other party calling for reinforcements, York took the initiative to bully himself, and the fierce offensive enveloped the other party in an instant, and the big battle was about to break out!

The two iron swords struck together, and York took advantage of the situation to reach forward, making bold movements, the metal sword body against the sword body of the bandit leader, and the blade of the sword swept all the way to the handle of the opponent's iron sword, intending to attack the opponent's wrist.

Metal fights, sparks spill and dissipate in the air against the wind.

The bandit leader responded calmly, retreated violently, and opened up with Yokla, but was immediately glued to the latter again.

or chop, or split, or pick...... But York and the bandit leader are almost the same in strength, they are inseparable, and even if York tries his best, he still can't cause effective damage to the other party.

After realizing the current situation that it is difficult to ride a tiger, a sense of anxiety rose in York's heart, and the originally fierce offensive also went a little wrong, revealing a flaw.

The bandit leader took the opportunity to counterattack, and under a few swords, York's door was wide open, and at this time another sword attacked, this sword was finally dodged by York, and the blade was slashed on the wooden door frame, and for a while sawdust flew, next to York's cheeks oozing cold sweat.

But this is not over, although York dodged the sword, but the bandit leader kicked one side, right in York's lower abdomen, he snorted, and leaned against the wall three steps in a row, and his blood was churning.

"Just your two brushes, do you still want to learn from others to go to the meeting alone? It's ridiculous! ”

The leader of the bandits laughed twice, his words full of sarcasm for York, but he wanted to win the battle, and he didn't want to fight York in the row house, so he turned his back to the door and stepped backwards step by step, trying to go out to rescue the soldiers.

York was in a hurry, he naturally couldn't let the other party out easily, and now the battle in this row house was barely five or five, if the operation was good, he might also kill the opposite side alone, but as soon as the other party went out, the odds of victory were ten and zero, and dozens of thieves turned into spring mud with one knife each.

Do you want to run away now?

York didn't think about running for the time being, it wasn't the last moment, he still wanted to fight, he forced down the churning qi and blood, and once again raised his sword and rushed towards the other party, but at this time he felt a light foot.

Well?

What's going on?

didn't have time to think about it, at this time, seeing York swinging his sword, the bandit leader frowned slightly, and the two were entangled again, but this time, York's pace was much more flexible, and gradually, the bandit leader actually fell into a disadvantage.

"Shhhh

The bandit leader's crude leather armor was cut through a glaring opening.

The two iron swords were staggered again, and the tip of the needle was facing Mai Mang, but this time, the leader of the bandits was shocked to find that the strength of the other party had increased significantly, and when he took this sword, the tiger's mouth was faintly numb, and his body was also staggering, and he almost lost his center of gravity.

"How is this possible, he can gradually grow stronger in battle?"

The bandit leader panicked, and only felt as if he had crossed into a hot-blooded teenager text, acting as an evil villain, and now walking on the road to being defeated by the protagonist.

Could it be that this person in front of him is the pride of the sky that happens once in a century?

What kind of plane?

At this time, York also felt a little strange while being happy, he didn't know why just now, not only did he feel that his fatigue was swept away, but his pace was much brisker, and now it seems that his strength has also increased, and even if he talks about the sword alone, the other party can no longer eat his own sword.

What's going on?

Is the other party deliberately pretending to be weak?

Shouldn't it?

Could it be that I have made a breakthrough in the battle, and now I have been able to unite man and sword and enter the realm of heaven and man?

York was in ecstasy, and in the midst of the jubilation, his attack became sharper, his pace quicker, his gaze more determined, and his expression more and more confident!

The bandit leader's movements at this time were already in a mess, and he didn't know when he started, but the assassin in front of him, who could only talk to him at most, suddenly became stronger, and he was already at a disadvantage at this time, and he was about to be unable to restrain the other party.

The tiger's mouth cracked, oozing blood, and the bandit leader wanted to take the first step and escape from the row house, but he faced the impenetrable sword curtain and had no time to open the door.

Hmph, want to escape?

The leader of the bandits was frightened and angry, but any attempt to save himself was to no avail, and he retreated, until he finally leaned his back against the wall, and was pierced in the heart by York's sword.

Sitting on the ground, before the bandit leader died, he looked at York with confused eyes, and he couldn't understand why a young swordsman who had just fought back and forth with him, in the blink of an eye, was like a god descending to earth, and easily defeated himself.

Until he saw a figure suddenly appear behind York, there was a hint of understanding in his confused eyes, and there was a bit of mockery on his face, he raised his finger with great difficulty, pointed behind York, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore.

With a crooked head, a leader of the bandits who had done a lot of evil returned to the west.

* Bandit (Elite) LV10 has been defeated

*Gain 850 EXP XP

* Obtain: 3 Silver 66 Bronze, Broken Dagger (Common), Jungle Whiskey (Common), Robber Coat (Common)

Of course, these tips are naturally not for York, Fang Mu stood behind York, he followed York all the way, and witnessed the scene of the sleeping dragon and phoenix rookies pecking each other in front of him, and he only felt quite speechless.

If he hadn't arrived in time, most of this York would have been unlucky today, and it was still unknown whether he would be able to return to Xiaowang Village.

Young people nowadays, they are so angry and reckless.

According to the system's judgment, he, a hybrid of players and NPCs, can be regarded as a synergy to kill this elite monster, so he can naturally get these drops and experience rewards, while York definitely can't get it, because he is just an NPC.

Seeing the change in the bandit leader's finger and demeanor before he died, York seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned his head, only to see a handsome man with an ordinary appearance behind him.

Fang Mu looked at the sudden turn around, with a guarded face, shocked York, he didn't know what to say for a while, his brain twitched, Fang Mu slapped his palm three times, and said, "Good job." ”

It's a bit of a situation, and now if it's a general game, it should be Fang Mu, the mastermind behind the York War, but there is no if.

With a cough, Fang Mu re-explained who I am, where I am, what I am going to do, these profound questions, hearing Fang Mu's explanation, York's originally guarded expression gradually eased, and became suspicious.

"One more thing I want to say, when you were fighting, you suddenly increased in strength, and I did this thing."

Fang Mu shrugged his shoulders, he didn't like some kind of bloody plot that unfolded with poor information, for example, A was good to B, but B didn't know that A was good to him, and any development based on this was considered a big poison point of hypocrisy.

So now that he has the opportunity to show himself, he said it directly, to avoid the possibility of some unrealistic brain supplements for some characters.

Now is not fantasy time, only dripping and scientific reality.