Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 800 and Chapter 5 Sword Master (Part 1)
At this time, under the cover of night, the fortress of the Holy Empire looked like a sleeping giant beast. Opposite it, less than a hundred kilometers away, were two slightly smaller military fortresses of the Holy Alliance.
In the fortress, Oedipus was carefully wiping the shining sword in his hand under the bright magic light.
Aomori's long sword reflected the light onto his face, making his strange and clumsy face flicker in brightness and darkness.
Oedipus examined the blade of the sword carefully, touching more than ten tiny notches on the blade with his fingertips.
This is just an ordinary long sword that has been blessed with magic to be sharp and strong. Apart from that, it has no other characteristics.
But this long sword has been with Oedipus for ten years, and the sword master uses this long sword that is completely unworthy of his status.
In terms of quality, this sword cannot even withstand the starry sky fighting spirit that he unleashes with all his strength. It can at most withstand Oedipus fighting with half of his fighting spirit.
The smooth blade of the long sword reflected an expressionless face. At this moment, Oedipus's eyebrows suddenly raised slightly.
Although there was no sound outside the room, Oedipus knew that a visitor had arrived.
The door opened silently, and Cardinal Metternich, who was in charge of war and was wearing a white armor with gold patterns, walked in.
It was already late at night, but he still wore a battle helmet, with a metal ridge hanging down to protect the Cardinal's nose.
The skin on the cardinal's face is as smooth and straight as the youthful girl's. The light golden color of strange flowers is revealed under the skin, and his eyes are translucent light gray.
The current Cardinal looks to be in his early thirties, a bit younger than Oedipus.
Oedipus was still concentrating on wiping the sword in his hand, and had no intention of paying homage to the cardinal, whose status was second only to the pope and cardinals and was rarely seen in the entire holy empire.
He just said calmly: "Metternich, it's already so late, do you have anything to do with me?"
The Cardinal of the Holy Empire was completely indifferent to his rudeness and just said:
"Dear Mr. Oedipus, I feel your murderous intent. Are you going to duel with someone?"
"Yes, the challengers are two of my former classmates when I was learning swordsmanship from Master Yi."
"Two classmates," the cardinal said, "are you planning to have two duels in succession?"
"exactly."
"But I feel the hesitation in your heart. With all due respect, you may not be sure about this duel.
As far as I know, Fenglan Sword Saint Gladys of the Northern Xirel Empire is also a disciple of Master Yi, so the challenger this time will not happen to be her, right?"
Oedipus' pupils shrank slightly and said:
"Metternich, I still can't hide anything from you. It was she who challenged me. The other challenger was Godiva. There has been no news from him in these years, but in terms of strength, he would never have done it back then.
Under Gladys."
"So, you are not sure that you can fight one against two," the cardinal said.
"In a decisive battle with the Sword Master, anything can happen. Even if it's one-on-one, I'm not sure of victory." Oedipus said calmly.
"In that case, I will go with you. With two against two, this will be a fair decisive battle." The cardinal said with a smile.
Oedipus raised his head, his eyes like sharp swords, and met the cardinal's eyes. There was a smile in those light gray eyes, but behind the smile, there were two bottomless pools.
Oedipus withdrew his gaze. He knew that it was impossible for him to see through the cardinal's heart. He had lived with the sword all his life. In terms of contingency and tactics, even ten Oedipus would not be a saint.
Rival of the Imperial Cardinals.
Oedipus wiped the sword in his hand again and said calmly: "The time we agreed on is in two hours."
At this time, in the mountains in the south, four strong men were fighting each other risking their lives.
The long sword in the hand of Fenglan Sword Saint Gladys is very different from the ordinary magic sword. It is several minutes thinner and half a meter long. Driven by Gladys' fighting spirit, it wanders around like a poisonous snake.
Sometimes it shrinks and twists, sometimes it strikes with lightning.
The blade of the long sword is surrounded by two soft winds. With their support, the blade will often change direction midway through the strike, and the landing point will be unpredictable.
Gladys' figure has completely turned into strips of light, constantly rotating around Oedipus, and the sword in her hand attacks like a storm against the sword master who has long held the holy name and converted to the Holy Empire.
Oedipus had a stern look on his face, and every time he swung the sword in his hand, it would leave dozens of star marks in the sky.
Sometimes he moves forward, sometimes he retreats, but he only moves within a radius of a few meters. But just looking at the lightning-like retreat, you can tell that his speed is no worse than Gladys.
The two sword masters are both known for their speed and cunning, while Oedipus's fighting spirit is sinister and vicious, but also brilliant.
Gladys has a beautiful appearance and graceful movements. The breeze brought out by her sword contains hidden fighting spirit, which can hurt people invisible. Its insidiousness is no less than that of Oedipus' fighting spirit.
The two great sword masters often fought fiercely for a long time, and their swords never crossed each other once.
If you watch their duel from a distance and just look at the graceful looks of the two of them, it is indeed an unparalleled enjoyment.
And another decisive battle not far away was far more intense than the battle between Oedipus and Gladys.
Godiva's whole body is shrouded in a hazy battle qi brilliance, and the outline of his battle armor is faintly visible. However, his battle qi battle armor is much blurry than that of other saintly warriors. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell where it is.
Underneath the faint brilliance of fighting spirit, there is actually a battle armor that has solidified into substance.
If Iros was present to watch the battle, he would definitely sigh that the strength of Godiva's fighting spirit armor is no less than that of Fenglan Sword Saint Gladys.
Godiva's face looked a bit ferocious, with one eye wide open, staring at the Cardinal of the Holy Empire. The giant sword in his hands was like wind and thunder, and he struck at the Cardinal like an axe!
His steps were heavy, and with every step he took, he seemed to be crushing the rocks under his feet before he stopped.
The long sword in Metternich's hand was not sharp. Apart from its extremely hard texture, which was strong enough to collide with Godiva's giant sword without being damaged, there was nothing special about it.
The cardinal's pale gray eyes looked at Godiva without any expression. He moved the long sword in his hand like the wind. His sword skills were simple and unpretentious. He did not seek merit, but no faults. He defended without leakage, no matter how violent and violent the one-eyed dragon's attack was.
, and could not break through the Cardinal's impregnable defense.
The battlefield is not only filled with heavy sword shadows and the brilliant brilliance that blooms when fighting spirit breaks out, but also splashes of blood.
In fact, the four strong men had been fighting from early morning to dusk, and they were still inextricably tied.
The battle situation between the two sides is chaotic and intricate, and they will often switch opponents, or two of them will attack one of the other side at the same time.
As time went by, the fighting energy consumption of both sides also increased, and they also suffered some minor injuries.
When four strong men are fighting in a melee, the weapons do not need to be in direct contact with each other. The hesitant fighting spirit on the sword's edge alone may cut through the opponent's defense.
When they first engaged in the battle, Godiva and Gladys still had a slight upper hand.
Godiva's fighting spirit is powerful and passionate, his sword skills are wide open and closed, and his power is unparalleled.
Fenglan Sword Saint Gladys is light and cunning, which perfectly complements him.
In contrast, the complementary surnames of Cardinal and Oedipus were not so perfect, and the cooperation between the two parties was also very unfamiliar, so they fell into a bitter battle.
It's just that Oedipus and Metternich have patience. Although Oedipus's fighting spirit is slightly weaker than Gladys's, his sword skills and his own fighting spirit have long been integrated into one, completely natural, without any flaws.
Although Gladys had the upper hand, she was unable to completely defeat Oedipus's defense.
The Cardinal of the Holy Empire began to only defend rather than attack. However, the Cardinal of the Holy Empire had a powerful and pure holy fighting spirit. His other characteristics had not yet been revealed, but they were enough to instantly cast elementary healing skills in battle to heal himself and Oedipus.
Some minor wounds on the body.
A little adds up to a big thing, and a drop of water can penetrate a stone!
As time goes by, the balance of this fierce, dangerous, yet very dull confrontation in the sanctuary is quietly shifting towards Oedipus and the Cardinal of the Holy Empire.
Gladys and Godiva have sensed the subtle changes in the battle situation, and they tried to restore the disadvantage. However, the patience and tenacity of Oedipus and the Cardinal of the Holy Empire far exceeded their imagination, and they firmly controlled the situation.
And expand the advantages bit by bit.
Gladys suddenly stepped back, and in an instant she stood more than ten meters away from Oedipus. The sword in her hand let out a long roar that echoed through the sky, pointing directly at the sword master.
Oedipus put away his sword and stood up, calmly looking at Gladys who was frantically increasing her fighting spirit. The aqua-blue light emitted by the sword in her hand was calm and gentle, and did not fluctuate at all due to her opponent's rising fighting spirit.