In the book "Basic Sword Technique Handbook" published by the Adventurers' Guild, the frontispiece of the introductory chapter has this sentence.

For a rookie who doesn't know anything, the sword must be the best weapon.

When they reach a certain level, they will drop their swords and look for suitable equipment.

If you have become a master, the sword must be the best weapon.

The fact is that in the Western Continent, whether it is mixed in the palace or mixed in the road, they will more or less use swords, because they are the most versatile.

Li Si Te is no exception, and it is easy to use simple three moves and two ways to cut people.

The mine chamber is full of cold and rusty iron.

The tip of the sword pierced through the palm of the hand, tearing open a huge gap, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and the slight edge of the tip of the sword alone caused a vision around it.

The wind is blowing in the open platform, and the torches on the wall card slots are flickering and flickering, and the chilling cold makes people feel like falling into an ice cave.

It's not the physical drop in room temperature, it's the invisible wind that runs through the soul, and the cold killing intent of death bypasses it like a curse.

The strange spectacle had made Edmund's pores close all over his body, and his instinctive instinct like a beast had caused him to act before he could even think, and he had to cut off the pirate whose beard was tied into fancy braids before the sword was completely "unsheathed".

Far from being a reckless man, Edmund is very knowledgeable.

Whether it is in the past two thousand years, or in the ancient era when history has been lost and incomplete, people with sinister intentions will build evil instruments, using people as "sheaths", and many of these builders are amazingly talented, and the things they create are immortal and poisonous for thousands of years.

And this pirate is obviously the carrier of some kind of powerful spell.

Even the armor covered with dead ends like a can, again weighed seventy or eighty pounds, and Edmund's agility even far surpassed that of Shady and Swan.

One step is a distance of two meters, and in less than a breath, it is already close, so fast that it seems to flash directly, and the sight remains and even forms an inky phantom, and the broad-bladed sword falls from the sky and slashes towards Li Siter's left shoulder, destroying the withering and decaying, opening the mountain and cracking the stone, and the power is incomparable.

Shady still hadn't calmed down from his furious state, and his blade had been broken, but he would do whatever it took to kill the gendarme general, and Edmund was on the minecart transport track.

A minecart still has piles of raw blast ore, which are probably not transported because the purity content is too low, and is basically crushed rock.

The cart weighed six or seven hundred pounds, and Xia Di pushed the minecart with all his strength, and rushed towards Edmund with the blessing of roller inertia.

There was a loud bang, and the smoke and dust dispersed.

Edmund staggered a step, but only one step, and immediately stabilized his body, and nothing happened.

"Obsessed."

The great sword slashed away, and the sound of breaking through the air pierced the ears like thunder, and the metal structure on the edge of the minecart was cracked in one shot, and the entire minecart was split apart and exploded.

In the midst of the flying rocks, Edmund saw Shady's figure, and he planted a pickaxe on his head.

The badly injured Goliath couldn't help, and Swan's thief skills were useless at the moment.

But the difference in strength between Arran's generals and Xia Di is not a little bit.

How can this mining tool be used to kill people? Edmund didn't bother to block it at all, and put his right hand back, ready to attack, and he was about to stab Shady through with a sword.

Click!

Three cold ice cones shot out from the corner of the mine, planted on Edmund's back and burst open, spreading over the arctic ice threads, interrupting his attack and causing him to stagnate slightly.

The pickaxe was planted on top of Edmund's head, but there was the sound of gold and iron resonating, and Xia Di's tiger mouth was numb, but it was not useless, and blood spilled through the opening.

Edmund shook his armor, shook the frost and fell to the ground, he looked back, it was the magic of the mysterious man, Edmund himself didn't know who the mysterious man was, Shangfeng only said that it was a recidivist of the Empire.

As Edmund's cold gaze came, the slender figure wrapped in a burqa couldn't help but take two steps back in fear.

Slowly, all of this happens only in the midst of lightning and fire,

Li Shi actually didn't need them to buy time at all, the King's Landing Sword was extremely useful, and from the first moment the edge appeared, it had already blessed with extremely terrifying power.

"Where are you looking?"

With a swing of his sword, he slashed across the abdomen of Edmund's armor, and the power of the blade was so terrifying that it burned a hole out of nothing, sending out a strange black smoke.

If it weren't for Edmund's timely reaction and a few steps back, he would have been disemboweled.

The King's Landing Sword was already held in Lisster's left hand, and although it was less flexible than the other hand, the left hand and the sword were "one" and could not be "separated".

This sword.

It is a thing given by the emperor, showing grace, the appearance is extremely elegant, showing the grandeur of the world, Rao is hundreds of years past, but it is like a new cast.

When the blade of the sword touched, the light was distorted and swallowed, like a heat wave, as if cut by its curse and resentment, and the space began to escape.

Under the momentum, it is really like King's Landing, and all things kneel.

Li Shi himself has become a pendant, and under the pressure of this sword, his sense of existence is infinitely suppressed.

"What did I think it was?"

Edmund's mind was terrified, and he was shocked for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, and Li St's appearance was not even able to hold a sword, and his body was full of flaws, as funny as the unemployed wasters in the Adventurers' Guild.

This sword is indeed weird, but if it can't hit yourself, then what's the use?

"Die!"

Edmund no longer had the heart of insulting and bantering, and began to move his real character, the magic pattern construction on his armor began to work with specialized powers, the terrifying physical fitness brought by the alchemy of life at the cost of consuming life, and the superb skills honed countless times in the Imperial Arena, could not be compared to the pirate rogue who plundered merchant ships?

Seeing Edmund's momentum suddenly skyrocket, Swann threw two daggers at the weak parts of his eyes.

Edmund just waved his hand and bounced it all away.

The next scene begins to show superb swordsmanship, and he is going to slaughter Li Si Ter, who is the most threatening.

"Be careful......

Golia, who was seriously injured, shouted two words with all her strength, that is, she was defeated by Edmund's unparalleled sword skills.

Edmund's arms changed like flowing water, and in an instant, he had already attacked nineteen swords, and the wind that exploded around him directly blew out almost all the torches in the mine, and it was dark, flying sand and stones, not at all a messy flower, nineteen slashes, each sword was as powerful as a thousand swords, enough to cut the limbs into flesh.

The shadow of the sword is like a storm and rain, and the edge is like a streamer in the sky, there is no way to retreat, and there is no way to avoid it.

For Edmund, whose swordsmanship had reached the realm of transformation, the few moves that Li St had practiced were like a novice tutorial.

Finished.

Golia thought.

Because Li Si Te didn't have any starting style, he was just slaughtered like fish, and he would explode into a blood mist before he could do it in less than a second, and he didn't even have a chance to be seriously injured.

The overwhelming sonorous sound was about to burst the eardrums, and the sparks intertwined with the blades of the sword instantly reflected the dim mine chamber into the polar day.

Li Shi only guarded his sword diagonally in front of his chest, and all the nineteen slashes rebounded, and Edmund's arms burst into blood, spilling out from the cracks in his armor.

"It can't ......"

Goliath simply couldn't understand it.

Mana, resentment.

Nineteen ghosts come from the void, appearing and disappearing.

Edmund Rao was a major general of the Aramaic gendarmes, but how could he kill him......

The thirty-two glow knights who made the empress reign on the continent? Even their insignificant eternal remnants of hatred.