Joffrey had a big smile on his face and furrowed his brow, as if he thought Arya's incompetence was ridiculous. He looked back at Marin Tran, the Iron Guard of the Royal Forest behind him, and smiled exaggeratedly, meaning that you look at this little wolf girl, she even dares to compete with me with a sword. She thought he could beat him? Isn't that a big joke?

He turned back to look at Arya: "Arya's little wolf girl, your brother Robb is not my opponent, let alone you. I wouldn't mind teaching you a few real swordsmanship though. ”

"If you weren't the prince, my brother Robb would have crippled you. Arya's mouth was as sharp and merciless as her sword.

The corners of Prince Joffrey's mouth turned up, which was a sign when he was angry. He was tall, pretty, blonde, handsome, and loved Sansa and many young women at first sight, but Arya always felt a faint anger on Joffrey's face, and she never liked him.

"Come on, then, little wolf girl, you brought it on yourself. Joffrey's lion's fangs swung out and slashed at Arya. Knock the sewing needle out of Arya's hand. That's how he called Arya's sword: a woman's sewing needle.

Slow as a snail!

Arya said to herself. Her wrist flicked, the tip of her sword drooped, her feet did not move, and Joffrey's sword slashed into the air.

"Hehe, you're more cunning than your brother Robb. Joffrey backhanded his sword and slashed Arya's neck.

Hmph, clumsy as a pig!

Arya spun around and circled, and the man had already taken two steps back. The sword in her right hand was already behind her back, as if Sensei Silio often teased her.

The tip of Joffrey's sword was too far from her position.

Joffrey had such a cunning playful expression, he looked at the expressionless Kingsguard Marin Tran behind him, smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up even more, and suddenly roared, and rushed at Arya, slashing at Arya's head.

Reckless as a drunkard!

Arya pursed her lips, staggered to one side, didn't blink her eyes, and watched calmly as Joffrey's lion's fangs slashed down from her side, almost to the ground.

Joffrey exerted too much force, slashing into the air and swaying and almost falling.

Arya's hands and sword were behind her back, with a playful smile on her face, she and Joffrey's position was not far away, she just dodged sideways, and in the face of Joffrey's fierce vertical slash, this time she didn't retreat.

Joffrey couldn't believe that he had slashed Robb in King's Landing, humiliating Robb with princely dignity and peerless swordsmanship, who knew that when he met Arya, he couldn't even touch her sword or the corner of her clothes. He drew his sword three times in a row, and the opponent stood with his hands down, and even the sword was turned behind him.

"Witchcraft, you are witchcraft. "Joffrey practiced swords with his father's skilled guards, and they were all victorious, and they crawled all over the ground, but they couldn't hit this little girl, which was naturally the witchcraft of the Braavos people on the other side of the Narrow Sea, those guys were mysterious, believed in the god of swords, death, and moon, and won only by witchcraft, not real swordsmen.

Arya took two steps back, looking at the invincible prince with a look of pity. The prince seemed to want to give up, but suddenly swung his sword and slashed Arya's small waist. This sudden attack, fast and ruthless, carrying the prince's anger, wanted to cut the little wolf girl in two.

Sudden difficulties and haste changes are the basic dances that Arya began to learn on the first day of dance class.

As soon as Joffrey made a move, his wrist suddenly hurt, as if a spike had passed through his wrist, and suddenly drained all the strength on his arm, Joffrey was shocked, what kind of witchcraft was this? His wrist was weak, and his strength was completely unwieldy, and with a ding, there was a sword light on the lion's tooth's sword, and the lion's tooth in Joffrey's hand fell to the ground, and blood lines came out of his wrist.

Joffrey was horrified, his left hand slammed down on his right wrist, he was afraid that he had lost his right hand: "Little wolf girl, you are so ruthless, dare to cut off my right hand, Marlin—Marin—" He suddenly shouted hoarsely, his emotions were out of control, his eyes were bloodshot, "Kill her, I order you to kill her immediately......"

Marin Tran, the royal guard behind him, immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the wind swept towards Arya, and he heard a voice say with a smile: "Shh "I don't know when, the swordsmanship teacher Sirio, who was hiding in the woods and pulling the unspeakable, appeared and stood in front of Arya.

"Arya, eyes widen to see how I have knocked down the sword of this glorious knight. ”

Arya sheathed her sword and grinned, "Yes, my dance teacher." She leaned down to pick up the lion's fangs, and instead of returning Joffrey, she stepped aside.

Marin Tran slashed his sword in both hands and slashed at Silio with a shout.

Spirits like cats!

Silio said with a grin, and the light flashed past Marin, and the narrow sword in his hand struck Marin's helmet with a bang, knocking on you big stupid pig, the teacher laughed.

Marin Tran was furious, spun around and slashed, his greatsword whistling at the grinning little man who had slipped behind him. The little man did not avoid it, but leaned forward, sticking to Marin Tran's back, and in the middle of the rotation, the hilt of the sword in his hand slammed back, and with another bang, the hilt of the sword hit Marin Tran's ribs.

Marin Tran staggered, and the little man passed under his greatsword like a civet, like a kitten through the side of a large stupid elephant.

Without waiting for Marin to turn around and swing his sword again, as fast as the wind, Silio smiled, he was saying this to Arya, and the narrow sword in his hand pierced the junction of Marin's shoulder armor, which was the benefit of a sharp and thin narrow sword.

Sword like light!

He laughed.

Marin swung his sword in pain, and Mr. Cyrio had retreated far away, floating like a cloud, and he said, as if a wizard was chanting a spell in pieces.

Marin was enraged in his heart, and rushed with his sword, but found that he could not raise the sword in his hand, and his right shoulder had been pierced by the narrow sword of the small man, and a wet and hot feeling was crawling down his body.

"Kill him, you bastard......" Joffrey's eyes were bloodshot and his neck was bruised, unable to accept this shameful defeat.

He glared at Marin Tran.

"Sir, take the prince to bandage the little wound, which has only a shallow stab wound to his wrist. Arya, return the lion's fangs to the prince. ”

"Good!" Arya took two steps toward the river, and with a vigorous swing, the lion's teeth flew far into the beautiful water that flowed slowly.

Joffrey's body shook. Marin Tran and Mr. Celeo were stunned.

Marin Tran returned her sword to the sheath: "Little man, little wolf girl, wait for the king's wrath to burn you to ashes." With a look of shame on his face, he hurried away with the angry prince.

Arya grinned, in a good mood.

Celio frowned, "Arya......"

"Don't worry about me, Joffrey is a big man who came to provoke me, he is embarrassed to cry in front of King Robert that he can't beat a little girl?Teacher Celio, the hound is not Marin Tran, he is skilled in swordsmanship, and he kills mercilessly, Joffrey will definitely give a death order to him to take your life this time, and you must be very careful when dueling!"