The hound breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher Silio's personality is jumpy, he can't make a contribution to the sword, and there is still a soft armor in the turtle hard shell of the hound, he really can't help but scold, and he seems a little impetuous.

"Teacher, calm down, an opponent without weaknesses does not exist at all. Arya shouted.

This sentence was said to her by the teacher a thousand times to keep in mind, and now she reminded the teacher in turn. The little wolf beside her was the size of an ordinary adult dog, and it also whined at the shouts of its owner, as if cheering.

Sister Sansa whispered to Arya, "Arya, the king and queen are here, don't shout. The little wolf lady beside her lay obediently at her feet, half-squinted, uninterested in the duel in the field.

Sansa's Brandon Stark's eyes widened, and his right hand clenched the hilt of his dagger tightly, but he was already strong at a young age, and he was fighting towards the Kingsguard of his dreams.

The swordsmanship of the teacher in the field is amazing, and he has firmly grasped Bran's heart.

"Hound dog, haven't you eaten? Joffrey shouted, his voice a little hoarse, and he looked angry and ruined!

The hound responded with a sword, the long sword shook lightly, as if left and right, and when the teacher Celio dodged lightly, he used the advantage of the sword length to sweep and slash in a wide range, forcing Silio to use the sword lightly.

The two swords intersected for the first time, and when there was a bang, sparks splashed everywhere.

Robert held the golden horn cup in his hand, and the fire reflected his face red, and even his neck looked red, perhaps because of the spirits. At Cersei's suggestion, the sommelier Lancel Lannister had doubled the intensity of the King's drink, and would double it again when he returned to King's Landing.

The king, who never left the wine, was not aware of this, but on the contrary, he felt that the wine tasted more wonderful.

"Ed, the Hound has found your dance teacher's weakness. Robert laughed.

"He's just relying on his tortoise shell. Ed said, "There is no honor in such a fight. ”

Jingle Bell!

Silio stabbed the hound several times, wrist, shoulder, knee, throat, the most dangerous time was in the face door, the narrow sword stabbed the hound dog's dog helmet, splashed sparks on the hound's helmet, but unfortunately almost pierced into the helmet's slit, the dog helmet is a closed helmet, only rely on a thin slit to observe the enemy, if it is a nasal armor, the hound's face has been stabbed.

However, the hound no longer dodge, and in the face of the dance teacher's fluttering sword light, he no longer parried and blocked, but only attacked. Every time the dance teacher attacked, it became the best time for the hound to seize the opportunity to slash, which has forced the dance teacher to face the sword several times.

Every time he faced the sword, the dance teacher would stumble.

The tide began to reverse.

A smile appeared on Queen Cersei's tense face, she raised her glass, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and took a shallow sip of cider, the cider was delicious, and she felt the wonderful taste of wine.

However, the cheers for the hounds gradually became less and less.

Except for the Lannisters, who applauded and loudly belittled the dance teacher, the rest of the courtiers, singers, knights, free riders, and guards were all gloomy.

This is purely a fortress against a carriage, armor against cloth, this is not a sword duel, this is a designed yang scheme.

No matter how good the dance teacher's swordsmanship is, how exquisite his footwork is, and how unpredictable his body is, after a long time, as long as he is negligent, it will be blood splashed on the spot.

This kind of dueling insults the name of the knight, the god of the duel, and the purity of the sword.

If the gods had eyes, they would inevitably spit on such jousting duels.

"Haha, my dog has won. Joffrey said. A charming smile returned to his handsome face.

The Hound attacked at full speed without parrying or blocking, and his strength was heavy, and his pace was huge, and he swung his sword in advance and backwards, and the range was very wide, and gradually forced the dance teacher Silio to the corner of the duel.

The dance teacher stabbed the hound several times, but the hound shook his body, and the blade of the sword had left a sword mark on his armor. Although the hound's beautiful armor was scarred, it did not prevent the hounds from chasing the dance teacher with wide openness.

While!

A bang!

The two swords intersected again, and Syrio was knocked to the ground by the hound's slash, but the sword in his hand was still not knocked down by the hound.

A sword is a hand, and a hand is a sword!

However, his hair was scattered, the leather buttons on his body had collapsed, and the tight leather vest was unraveled.

Arya's eyes were not full of tears, but full of murderous intent, she found the weakness of the hound, she didn't say anything, she believed that the teacher also found out.

No one is without weaknesses, teachers have weaknesses, Arya has weaknesses, and hounds have weaknesses.

Arya's hand gripped the hilt of the embroidery needle with all her might. She held her breath!

"Good!" cheered the knightly guards of the Lannisters in unison.

"Kill him!" shouted Joffrey.

"Seven levels of hell, Clegane is a shame on me. Robert drank the wine in his hand.

However, once such a formal public duel begins, unless the gods or the men of the two sides of the contest themselves reach an armistice, even if you are a king, you must see the head of one of the parties fall to the ground, or the sword pierces into the body of one of the parties, penetrating the internal organs, and there is no further fighting.

The hound grabbed the fighter plane and strode forward, like a kobold monster in the light of a fire, approaching the dance teacher, and slashed off the head with a heavy sword in his hand.

Burst!

The sword slashed into the air and slashed into the grass.

Mr. Syrio rolled on the spot and rolled past the hound's legs, causing the Lannisters to laugh.

Oh!

The hound snorted in pain and fell to his knees, his sword slamming into the ground to help him steady himself.

Change in a hurry!

No one saw what had just happened.

Oh!

The hound snorted again in great pain, and with a shake of his body, he fell to his knees with his other leg, as if a great god had pressed his shoulder, forcing him to kneel.

Both Joffrey and Queen Cersei jerked to their feet. The queen's face turned pale, and her blood faded in an instant.

The cloaked Celeor had already stood, and with a thud, the narrow sword slashed at the hound's helmet. This helmet is a lock that can only be unfastened and cannot be knocked off by brute force unless it is cut off with the head.

The hound was shaky and couldn't get up several times.

If Mr. Celeo had used a heavy sword, and only one sword was needed to dent the dog's helmet, the hound's head would have been crushed and killed on the spot.

The audience was stunned.

No one knew why the hound had suddenly knelt down, and that he had to rely on the sword in his hands to hold himself down, which had dug deep into the dirt.

Only Arya knows! She knows that the teacher will find the Hound Dog's weakness!

As Celio approached the hound, his narrow sword slashed at the hound's hands, and his protected hands were also injured by the force of the slash, and blood soaked through the soft armor, and blood flowed through the cracks in the armor.

The hound had to let go of his sword, and Celio drew his long sword, and the audience was in an uproar, and a woman's scream rang out.

The dance teacher only needs to lift the hound's sword and cut it off, and the hound's head will be crushed by the recessed iron helmet.

"His leg!" "Ser Marin Tran finally discovered," the hound has been impaled on the leg. ”

No one is without weaknesses!

The lower legs of the hound are not protected by hard steel armor, let alone soft armor.

His calves had been pierced by the dance teacher's narrow sword, as he dodged on the ground.

This battle, because of the singing of the wandering singers, soon spread throughout the seven countries.

Celeor Friel's fame, like his fame in Braavos, began to shine on the continent of Westeros.