Winterfell, Main Fort Hall.

Dangdang, dangdang!

The sound of a series of twin swords clashing.

Every collision is a splash of sparks.

The violent and-for-tat collision caused the blades of both swords to crack.

The Hound Dog's sword is longer and sharper, and the dark lines on the sword body are the smelting marks left by thousands of tempers.

And Harris's sword is wider and heavier, like the calm and rugged character of the great men of the North.

The Hound Dog's sword is lighter, while Harris's sword is more somber.

Arya's eyes flickered for a moment.

This is a real duel between a northern swordsman and a southern swordsman, and it was the first time she saw such a top-notch swordsmanship competition, and she was excited and excited, and she couldn't wait to give birth to a pair of eyes, remember the details of every swordsmanship change, and engrave every offensive and defensive transition in her mind.

Harris was determined to make the Hound pay for his bloody debts, so every sword spared no effort, his swordsmanship was exquisite, his arm strength was heavy, and his strength was durable, inexhaustible, this is the strong arm strength he exercised by practicing riding and charging with a long log, and no one in the north can match tens of thousands of soldiers.

After a few back and forth, both of them were sweaty on their foreheads, their breathing was short, and once again the two swords violently intersected, and the hound's body shook visibly, but Harris did not move.

However, Harris's broadsword was chipped, and the Hound Dog's sword was of better quality, with only a few small cracks.

Harris's portable sword was given to Will, and the sword was temporarily used for emergencies, and his re-made sword was still in Blacksmith Miken's shop, where Miken's apprentices continued to forge sword blanks every day.

Cersei's brow furrowed slightly, and Joffrey shouted, "Don't disgrace me, dog." ”

The Hound deaf ears, and his swordsmanship is above Harris,

Swordsman, the swordsmanship teacher, touched his mustache, with his characteristic friendly smile on his face, his lips pressed to Arya's ear, and he laughed in a low voice: "Two reckless men fight, swordsmanship is rough, you can't learn to figure out this kind of swordsmanship, it's okay to watch and play." ”

Arya said, "Harris and Hound are both top swordsmen. ”

"Wrong!" Silio smiled and said in a relaxed and playful tone, "They are battlefield swordsmanship, you know? You see the two of them panting, yelling, slashing violently, colliding with each other, isn't it like two wild bulls fighting against each other on the frozen ground?"

Arya is a little girl's heart, jumping out of innocence, and when she heard the two brutes fighting, she couldn't help but smile.

Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey looked over here, Joffrey's eyes were not good, Arya's eyes widened, her nostrils snorted coldly, and the corners of her right mouth were slightly upturned, with a look of disdain.

Caitlyn's gaze passed over the crowd and cast a reproachful glance at the little girl.

Arya shrunk her neck and took Cyrio's hand to change places, hiding next to Jon Snow's burly side to watch the sword fight.

Harris knew that his arm strength was above the hound, and a series of slashes and slashes with great openings and closings, the momentum was like a rainbow, forcing the hound to raise his sword to block, and with each block, the hound's body shook, and with seven or eight consecutive blows, the hound was already unsteady on its feet, crumbling, and obviously falling behind.

Harris took advantage of the victory, shouted and slashed, knocking the sword out of the hound's hand first, and then stabbing the sword from his neck.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the hound did not dare to block anymore, and the sword held with both hands had become a one-handed sword, so that it was convenient to dodge, and suddenly turned to one side, flashing Harris's vertical split, the two of them made a mistake, their bodies were opposite, and the right elbow of the hound holding the sword slammed into the back of Harris's neck.

The round steel armor of the hound's elbow slammed into Harris's thin neck armor, and it took all the strength of his body to hit the hound, and he had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Harris's neck almost snapped with a choking sound of armor, and he staggered forward, the sword in his hand unsteady, and flew out of his hand.

The hound shouted, spun around and scurried in pursuit, and the man leaped into the air, sword in both hands, and slashed Harris from the back in the volley.

Although Harris was wearing a helmet, this slash would also dent the helmet and squeeze Harris's head, killing Harris on the spot.

"No!" shouted Arya.

Harris is a good friend of hers.

Harris turned his back to the hound, his steps were unsteady, and he saw that Harris, the No. 1 spear rider in the North, was about to die in battle—

Between life and death, Joffrey was overjoyed, Cersei was smiling, Ed was pale, Caitlyn was dishonored, and the knights and nobles of the North changed color. Jon Snow and Robb Stark, and Bran Stark all opened their mouths with grief and anger on their faces.

If it was just a sword match, the hound should have stopped.

But he made it clear that he wanted to kill Harris.

For the sake of knightly honor, everyone could only watch as Harris was slashed to death by the flying sword of the hound.

"Stop, seven hells!" Robert stood up and shouted, like a thunderclap that shook everyone's eardrums, "Enough, stop, this is an order." ”

The king's original intention was to compete with swords, and he also wanted to watch a spear competition, but he didn't let the Lannisters' dogs kill two northern knights in a row here.

The king has an order, and the knights of the north and Arya rush out to save Harris.

However, it was too late -

The Hound can't contain an attack in the air with a sword that flies and slashes.

Even if the hound himself wanted to collect the sword, he couldn't even collect the sword, not to mention that he didn't even have the slightest intention of collecting the sword.

He just wanted to go faster.

No one can save Harris.

Neither did King Robert's roar.

The Hound leaped through the air and slashed his sword down, aiming it at Harris's head.

While!

There was a loud bang.

Harris stood firm at the last moment, turned sharply, and the invincible right arm of the spear slammed into it, and the Hound slashed the sword on Harris's right arm, and the entire large armor of the arm guard was cut open, and the sword slashed into the arm, embedded in the bone, and blood came out of the blade of the armor.

Harris's invincible arm strength and armor protection forcibly withstood the hound's volley.

Harris's arm bones and armor caught the Hound Dog's sword, and his invincible right arm, although the wounded bone was not broken, was still infinitely powerful, and it turned in a circle, forcing the Hound to let go of the sword with both hands, and the sword was embedded in his injured arm, stepped up, stretched forward his right hand, grabbed the Hound by the neck, and pressed downward, and his left hand had already drawn the dagger from his waist, and the dagger stabbed the Hound from the bottom up.

The hound had no neck armor around his neck, and he did not wear a dog-headed helmet on his head, and he was so pressed down by the force that the dagger was as fast as lightning, full of Harris's anger and Haihua's blood vendetta, and in a split second, it would pierce through the front of the hound's throat and out of the back of the neck......