Back to ten minutes ago, Juno, the leader in yellow, took over Hu Sang's battle with the flame swordsman Keton. He hooked his fingers and rotated a long stick back and forth in his hand: "Beautiful, chic.
Tsk tsk tsk, you are my type, I have a crush on you."
Keton frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Juno licked his lips and said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about your fighting style. Compared to the rough and brute force type, I admire your skill-based opponents more. Come on, let me see if your job is good.
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"Shut up~!" Keton seemed to be disgusted with the way the other party spoke, and rushed forward with both swords in hand. As soon as they fought, he was slightly shocked. The other party moved very quickly, and his body movements were also very flexible. He attacked four times in a row.
Thirteen strikes were made, eleven of them were avoided by the opponent with strange movements, and two were blocked by the long stick in his hand. Keton was confident that he was even better than his superior in terms of the technique of the moves.
Even Calasias couldn't compare, but he was completely avoided by the opponent.
The opponent easily walked around to one side without making a move, twisted his neck, jumped his feet, hooked his hand again as if doing a warm-up exercise, and showed a contemptuous smile.
Keton spit out thick smoky phlegm. He had just had a fierce battle. His whole body was moving. His hands were getting hot. The two swords flexibly rotated 540 degrees in his palms. He held the sword in his backhand and struck again. The speed of his sword strike
It has always been fast, but this time it was even faster. The flaming swords were like fire butterflies dancing in the dark night. The sword movements were up and down, fast and clever, which made the Midgard militiamen nearby who had never seen the world see it.
Breathtaking.
"Interesting." Juno blocked dozens of swords in a row, and struck with a five-color long stick making a 'chop' sound. The moves of both sides were not based on fast and fast, nor on powerful, but all based on quick reaction and changeable
A battle of skills and moves. No matter whether it is offensive or defensive, one move is always unfinished and another move is taken up. The move does not need to be old, and everyone is looking for flaws in the opponent's skills.
This set of 'Butterfly Shadow' is Keton's most skilled move. In a one-on-one duel, he thinks that few people with the same strength can beat him. His sword moves are erratic, agile, and continuous, which is absolutely different.
For those guys who are rigid in their attacks, under the endless burning flames of the Flame Soul Ghost Armor, no one dares to despise the edge of his sword even if the strength in his hands is not very great.
But just as he made a confident sword move, his right shoulder suddenly felt pain. The opponent's long stick had already poked his shoulder. At the same time, he saw the proud look on the opponent's face.
"Hey, I've found a flaw!" Juno sent out the stick and put it on the opponent's shoulder. As he spoke, the opponent was already kicking seven or eight legs in the air.
Keton's moves were broken and he couldn't parry. He was kicked back repeatedly. He received countless kicks on his face, head, and chest. Finally, he received a heavy stick on his forehead and was kicked away by the opponent. The sword in his hand was all gone.
Almost gave up.
Juno stood on one foot, and the other kick he kicked sideways was still hanging in the air as high as a person. He shook his ankles, flicked out the flames on his trouser legs, and danced the long stick in his hand several times on the ground.
: "What a beautiful butterfly flame shadow. Very few people can practice this move so proficiently. It seems that areas with low magic and martial arts skills are also beneficial. At least they can practice one move diligently and attentively."
Keton stood up staggeringly from the ground. The flames of the Flame Soul Ghost Armor had faded away, and his face was covered with blood. He held his forehead and clearly felt that his forehead bone was dented by the stick: "
The stick in his hand..." He had received several sticks in the fight just now. When each stick hit his body, the flowing magic power in the hit part suddenly disappeared.
Juno stroked the long stick in his palm: "Have you noticed it? Then you have to be careful, my 'clown' can disperse the magic in your body. Don't be hit by it, otherwise your offensive will be blocked again.
It interrupts.”
Keton wiped off the blood on his face, and the ghost armor on his body burned again: "Fire ghost... flame-breaking knife~!"
A new move was launched again. Under the blessing of the Flame Ghost, the power of the flame-breaking knife was greatly increased. The two swords dragged out a flame more than 4 meters high on the ground, and the two swords on the left and right came one after another.
"You have too many flaws." After a short exchange, Juno's long stick swept his left leg and right waist again. The magic power that was originally flowing normally in Keton's body was instantly cut off, and the flames on the sword suddenly flashed.
It became dim. He concentrated his magic power and used his sword move. Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by a long stick after only a few rounds of fighting.
"Is this the only strength you have? It's time for you to die." Juno no longer waited for mercy, kicking continuously with his legs. People were rising and falling, left and right, and his kicks were irregular and hard to guard against.
Very defensive.
Blocking the left side, he received two kicks from the right. Blocking the right side, he received another kick in the crotch. Keton was kicked so hard that he had no ability to resist, but the opponent still refused to give up, and the series of kicks never stopped.
"Sir Keton..." The nearby staff couldn't stand it anymore and came over with swords and beasts to reinforce them. The three school officers worked together to force the opponent back temporarily.
Juno's feet finally landed: "Oh, once in a while, the three of us can actually move together. Let's do it together." The long 'clown' stick in his hand danced into an afterimage.
Three school officers fought with him with a magical beast waiting for an opportunity. They were considered to be some of Keton's best men. They had worked together to resist pirates when they were on the west coast. At that time, even if they were not so good in the army,
They are dazzling and outstanding, but they can also make colleagues and superiors dare not look down on them. But the opponents they encountered today were not ordinary. In a place like Sindmore, where there are many masters, there are still some people with a little fame mixed in.
How can the strength be average?
Sweeping sticks and kicking, the opponent used sticks as a supplement and mainly used leg skills. It looked like they didn't use all their strength, but they could easily hit the gaps and flaws exposed when the three of them joined forces.
The school officers were constantly injured. They had been beaten so many times with sticks and kicked so many times. They couldn't help but secretly thought: "It's totally... no match for me! This guy is from St. Picea, and everyone there is like this."
Is it strong?"
"It's boring, it's just this strength." Juno said easily, showing no mercy in his hands. After a few heavy blows with the stick, the three of them vomited blood, and one of them had his neck cut off and died on the spot.
The flame swordsman Keton put his sword on the ground with both hands, supporting his body. The blood flowing from his head dyed his whole face red. His skull was broken, and he could feel the fine bone residue piercing into his brain.
The stinging pain from the attack. Fake elemental regeneration can repair physical damage, and he can do it, but... the war and death in front of him, his officers are desperately resisting the enemy's invasion, and the screams coming from his ears,
The cries, some of which are far away, are so real to my ears.
"I don't have much physical strength anymore...and my magic power..." Keton clearly felt the weakness caused by lack of physical strength. His muscles were sore and the wounds became numb. The hands holding the two swords should have been the most stable.
Because that is what he is most proud of, but now he can't help but tremble. His physical strength is really running low. Although he has had a small recuperation from the battles in the past few days, he has been running around all the time. His injuries have not healed, and his physical fitness has not recovered.
To reach the best state. This is war. War is not a duel. It does not wait for both sides to adjust before fighting. Keton has always known this and often mentioned it in books. But it was not until today that he truly realized the difference in war.
That sense of powerlessness, that constant battle with a suffocating rhythm.
The two school officers could no longer stop them. They wanted to retreat, but they couldn't bear to ignore their superiors. They shouted at the top of their lungs, almost crying: "Chief Keton, please leave quickly, we can't stop you~"
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"I..." Keton held on to his sword and retreated step by step. The opponent's long stick dispersed a large amount of magic power in his body. His physical strength and magic power were not enough to support him to continue fighting. He turned back to look for a way to retreat.
, but immediately saw a pair of hateful eyes staring at him from dozens of meters away.
It was Jean Hussan. Although he was organizing the team to fight, his attention was still on Keton. He was waiting, waiting for the opportunity of revenge.
The battlefield at this time was very stalemate and chaotic, and the phenomenon of people's hearts floating among the troops led by Cotton had already appeared. The troops, which were mainly composed of loose soldiers on the west coast, had received intensive training for a short period of time, but they were not able to cope with the high altitude.
When faced with intense battlefield pressure, I couldn't bear it anymore. On the other hand, Hu Sang's militiamen and warriors, many of whom had experienced the Patriotic War once or twice, had a firmer determination than the West Coast Army in front of them. Morale on the battlefield
It has always been a process of ebb and flow, and sometimes changes occur inadvertently.
The magical fireball flashed brightly and dimly. The soldiers wore chains and leather armor, waving their swords and shields. There were voices of doubt and abandonment in the team. A new wave of enemy attacks rushed up. They looked at
The people in Keton's army were worried, and they all shouted that Flame Swordsman Keton had been beheaded, and someone raised a long pole with a human head hanging on it.
Such news was disastrous to the ears of the soldiers of Keton's army. They all knew that Keton's whole body burned with blazing fire during the battle, which was very eye-catching, but now they have not seen such fire for several minutes.
The morale of the troops was in great confusion. Some soldiers wanted to retreat and join forces with the friendly forces in the south, while others wanted to move east and merge with the main force of the army. The officers had no superiors and did not know how to make a decision.
If the situation continues for less than two minutes, the entire team will collapse.
Keton didn't want this to happen. He wanted to find a few of his own officers to tell them that he was still alive, but his throat was clogged with dry and sticky bloody phlegm. He wanted to shout loudly to the panicked subordinates nearby but couldn't. He tried shouting.
A few times, the sound was so chaotic that no one could hear him.
At this time, the long stick came and hit him directly at the throat. With a somewhat joking smile, Juno kept rushing forward against the 'Joker' long stick: "Did you only run this far in a few minutes?
You seem to be still hesitating whether to stay or run away. This is not a good habit. Hesitation makes you miss your last chance of survival."