The three men on the river beach continued to fight for a few seconds. The short armored man had the upper hand visible to the naked eye, leaving several wounds on the two opponents.
Although the injury was not fatal, it slowed down their movements to a great extent, and they were about to lose their support.
There is a clear strength gap between the two sides. The short man obviously did not attack with all his strength. He seized the opportunity to kill the opponent several times, but in the end the sword missed the vital point.
She doesn't seem to want to kill anyone.
However, the two opponents were a little ignorant and did not back down. They still had a posture of fighting until death, as if both sides had a hatred of killing their father and seizing the throne.
And next to the river beach, in a pile of dense bushes, there was suddenly an unnatural shaking, and in the tiny gaps in the bushes, something was faintly flashing with cold light.
It was a ready crossbow arrow, already aimed at the short man's vest!
The man holding the crossbow, covered in a strange camouflage, lay in the bushes and completely blended in with it. Even if he got close, he couldn't tell that there was a person hiding here.
He was holding a similarly camouflaged crossbow in his hand. Judging from the faintly revealed secret magic patterns and the dots of blue light on the arrow, this crossbow was of extraordinary quality and probably no less powerful than a firearm.
This man stared coldly at the battlefield with a pair of sharp eyes, completely ignoring the life and death of the other two companions, and was still waiting patiently for the short man to show a flaw.
He needs an opportunity to hit hard, or even kill him with a single blow.
Old Voldemort.
His two companions are only seventh-level heroes, and there is no way they can threaten this eighth-level short man. Their only value is to use their own characteristics of saving lives and the short man's soft-hearted weakness to create trouble for the third person.
Chance.
Only this eighth-level sneak attacker is the real killer move.
At this time, the battle on the river beach had been going on for five minutes. The short man seemed a little impatient, stopped attacking, and took the initiative to say:
"Stop fighting, you are no match for me."
A pleasant and melodious female voice, a very standard girlish voice.
The two opponents also looked at each other, became quiet, and seemed to be planning to surrender.
The short man's movements and vigilance also decreased a lot.
This is the sneak attacker in the bush, the opportunity you have been waiting for!
He raised the crossbow slightly, calibrated the aim again, and at the same time poured all his spiritual power into the crossbow. Circles of spiral airflow appeared on the arrow.
There were no exaggerated and gorgeous visual effects, and there was no big movement. He had already prepared this silent fatal blow.
But just when he was about to pull the trigger, the bush next to him shook slightly, and a fluffy little milk cat jumped out of it.
The attacker was startled.
Cat? Why are there cats here?
Before he could think more, he suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, and his limbs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
This is an instinctive reaction he has honed over many years, and is sharper than his brain.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a majestic pressure coming from behind like an overwhelming mountain, as if a mountain taller than the entire world was rolling towards him.
In the face of this substantial pressure, he could not turn back, could not witness it with his own eyes, and could not even think.
His brain had instinctively given up thinking, leaving only a blank...
When the sneak attacker came to his senses again, he felt a huge tearing pain in his chest, and the tip of the sword had pierced his chest.
But the strange thing is that there is not even a drop of blood on the sword blade?
He opened his mouth with great effort, as if he wanted to say something.
It's a pity that he couldn't say it out loud, and a large shining sword light cut him into pieces...
"You should be glad that you can only die once..."
Luo Er said coldly.
Then he threw the sword into the air, holding the scabbard with his left hand, and lightly tapping the surface of the scabbard with his right hand a few times like playing a piano.
The sword that was thrown into the air was magically suspended in the air, as if it was held by an invisible big hand, and then turned into a stream of light, speeding towards the remaining two enemies.
When the two people responsible for the containment saw a light flashing from the bushes, they felt happy and a vicious sneer appeared on the corners of their mouths.
But the next second, the bright silver light penetrated the armor of the two men, shattered their hearts, and then flew back into the bushes.
This move is the third secret of family swordsmanship.
The name is "Three"
I originally thought about calling it "Sword Controlling", "Flying Sword", "Baby Please Turn Around" or something like that.
As a result, when I got older, I felt that I was not worthy of such a name, so I changed it...
Compared with the first and second secrets, the third secret is not the fastest in power and speed, nor the widest in attack range, but it is better in range and flexibility. It can kill people's heads not only thousands of miles away, but at least one thousand meters away.
It pokes people's vitals inside.
Rolle picked up the crossbow used by the sneak attacker from the bushes, put it in his left hand, and walked out of the bushes.
When the short armored man in the distance saw his figure, he was immediately confused.
She is short, has a cute voice, and is very skilled in swordsmanship. She is naturally the precious daughter Keli that Luo Er is looking for.
But she never thought that her father would suddenly appear in such a barren mountain...
She had no intention of thinking about this problem. At this time, a thought kept echoing in her heart and mind:
It’s over, dad found out...
Dad is angry, Dad doesn’t love me anymore, Dad doesn’t want me anymore, I have become a wild child, an orphan that no one wants...
Woo woo woo...
Keli was so desperate that she wanted to run away, but she couldn't move her legs. She seemed to be unable to walk when she saw her father.
She could only hope that this armor could help her hide her identity a little bit...
But after Luo Er quickly walked up to her, he first reached out and touched her helmet, then gently took her into his arms, patted the back of the armor, and said softly:
"It's okay, don't be afraid, dad is here."
Sure enough, this armor can't fool my father at all. I'm afraid that no matter how I dress up, he will recognize him at a glance...
But dad doesn’t seem angry?
Then...should we just confess to dad?
Then I apologized seriously, tried my best to be coquettish, and tried my best to be cute. Dad should be able to forgive me, right?
Keli was thinking wildly in her mind, and then she heard Roel continue:
"Orianna told me before that you were well prepared for this trip. I didn't believe it at first..."
"I didn't expect that she didn't lie to me. Your academy really equipped you with such good armor."