It's like the return of hell, everywhere is filled with distortion and chaos. Under the influence of hallucinations, everything seems to come alive. Countless faces grow out of it, with expressions of various tastes, and scream loudly with pain.
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The short figure resembled an elongated ghost, and the straight stabbing sword became distorted under the illusion, like a white snake that came to life.
This was once a duel ground. The gladiators stood in the dark underground and listened to the cheers from the ground. As the chains of the elevator tightened, they were bathed in the first ray of light in the darkness.
Everything here is so similar now to that time. The two of them are iron-blooded fighters, and only one can survive.
Without any warning, the stabbing sword came at full speed. The swordsmanship was as incomplete as Sabo himself. He could barely see a few paths, but it was more like he had stolen a master and added his own skills to it.
The sword blades collided together, and the clear sound shook the eardrums. Lorenzo gripped the hilt tightly and then slid the sword to one side.
This is a technique called deflection in swordsmanship. It changes the tendency of the sword body at the moment of impact to achieve the effect of borrowing force. This will change the direction of the opponent's blade force. Of course, the important thing about this technique is not defense, but
It is to build up momentum while defending. The opponent will be slow to defend because he cannot recover his strength, and the gap in defense this time is the fatal eye.
Lorenzo saw that fatal eye, the stabbing sword passed by his side, the staff sword followed the trend and then slashed, as fierce and powerful as the guillotine's knife.
Sabo had no time to return to defense. His short body twisted hard and drew out the rapier, and then exploded with dazzling sparks.
Jumping back nimbly, Sabo looked at Lorenzo in shock, his arms numbed by the huge force. It was hard to imagine that this detective had such power.
The attack ended with Lorenzo's victory.
Sabo looked down at his stabbing sword. There was an obvious chip on the blade, which was left by Lorenzo. If his sword could have been heavier like a normal sword, what happened just now?
One blow will decapitate Sabo along with the stabbing sword.
"Does a priest also need to learn swordsmanship?"
This is not something a detective can know, let alone a priest.
"Priests in Feileng Cui are essentially just a class, just like the Templar Knights. Most of them were priests before being promoted to knights."
Slowly raise the staff and sword, with the tip of the sword hanging forward. This is one of the postures of swordsmanship.
"Courage, strength, skill and... cunning!"
Few people know that these are the four principles of swordsmanship, the courage to wield the sword, the power to break steel, the deadly skills and the insidious cunning. In the final analysis, this is the art of killing, and the so-called glory is just a fig leaf for self-comfort after killing.
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Stepping forward fiercely, the sword struck down like thunder.
It was a howl that broke the air, distorted by illusion, and sounded like the wail of the dead soul under the sword.
Sabo's short figure became slender. He knew very well that he could not catch the sword, but during this time of thinking, the white light slashed down.
Red smoke exploded as the sword fell, and a treacherous stabbing sword struck in the midst.
The staff sword barely caught the attack, but the stabbing sword was like a snake, twisting weirdly after failing to hit Lorenzo, and then stabbed Lorenzo.
The two of them fought in a confused hallucination, roaring like wild beasts.
The black dress was pulled open and a large amount of blood spilled out. After the blow, Lorenzo suddenly did not retreat but instead advanced. In his distorted vision, he stretched out his hand and held the white snake hard.
The swift stabbing sword was caught by Lorenzo, which shocked Sabo. It seemed that he did not expect Lorenzo to be able to keep up with his sword in this situation, but that was all. The edge of the sword was
The shattered saw blade could cut off Lorenzo's hand as long as he quickly pulled it out.
Sabo pulled it out with all his strength, but the blade remained motionless in Lorenzo's hand. His lack of strength was his weakness. Under this weakness, Lorenzo clamped the blade firmly and then swung the staff sword.
Before muskets and cannons ruled the battlefield, the battlefield was dominated by war horses and armored knights. Unlike in novels, which would cause injury or death if they were touched, the duel between knights hundreds of years ago was very cumbersome, and it was probably just two people wearing suits.
Dozens of kilograms of tin cans collided with each other.
With the iron smelting technology at that time, the sword blade could not break through the heavy armor at all, so the sword blade was mostly just a symbol of status. The truly useful weapons were blunt instruments that directly shattered the internal organs. However, in such times, there are still a group of people.
Those who specialize in swordsmanship only use weak swords to break iron armor.
This is one of those skills in which one holds the enemy's weapon tightly with one's hand and kills the enemy at the cost of cutting one's hand.
Lorenzo tightened his grip on the blade and pulled it toward him, then swung the staff sword. This was a sure blow. Unless Sabo gave up the weapon, but once he gave up the weapon, his few fingers would not be able to do anything.
Confronted Lorenzo and even said that he couldn't even shoot with those hands.
The short figure was like a child, and the staff and sword swung down with the sound of howling wind. It fell accurately but hit the ground.
The doubt only stayed in Lorenzo's mind for a short moment. He understood that the hallucination had misled his judgment. The next second, the blurry black shadow rolled up. The sword in his hand loosened its strength, and Sabo gave up the sword.
sword.
This is not a good sign. Although he has only been in contact with him for less than an hour, Lorenzo knows very well who Sabo is. He almost lost all his fingers in order to win. A desperado like this will not
To admit defeat, letting go of his rapier only meant that he still had a weapon.
His body quickly turned around. Although Sabo was deformed, his short body looked extremely deadly in close combat.
It was a sharp pain, coming directly from Lorenzo's back. Just as he thought, Sabo still had weapons, which were sharp blades placed on his elbows. Although he had no fingers, he still had joints, and every part was incomparable.
fatal.
"Compared to being a detective, I think you have a better future as a swordsmanship teacher."
He was praising, but Sabo moved his hands without hesitation. Like a spinning whirlwind, Sabo left several wounds on Lorenzo's body in just a few breaths.
"It's not necessary. The so-called swordsmanship is just a relic of the old times."
Lorenzo's voice was cold and showed no fear at all.
Suddenly, he remembered that night in Feilengcui, when Lorenzo's swordsmanship teacher was drinking and crying at night. Lorenzo asked him what was wrong, and he said that he remembered his teacher. At that time, the fire blunderbuss had been continuously transformed and became powerful.
The old master at that time told him that the era of swordsmanship had passed. In the future, the battlefields would be dominated by firecrackers and cannons, and the so-called swordsmanship would only become a performance to please the nobles.
Enduring the pain in his hands, he swung his swords and slashed in a wide range. In the twisted hallucination, Sabo was forced to retreat step by step. Then Lorenzo threw the rapier in his hand and tried to pierce Sabo.
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"Why? It's a shame that such a skill has been discontinued."
Sabo also thought he could kill Lorenzo. In his opinion, Lorenzo's action was a mistake. His few fingers easily hooked the speeding stabbing sword and threw out a few sword flowers. This one
The sword returned to his hand again, but then Sabo saw that Lorenzo had raised his hand.
The blood flowed uncontrollably and dyed the short handle of the shotgun. I don't know if it was an illusion or something. This weapon seemed to be alive, swallowing Lorenzo's blood, so the delicate patterns seemed to come alive.
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"Because times have changed, Sabo."
Lorenzo's voice was hoarse. In order to aim at Sabo, he first abandoned the stabbing sword, reluctantly corrected his mistake while following the trajectory, and then pulled the trigger.
Times have changed, and the old times are gone forever. You must either comply with destiny or die.
The cone-shaped barrage was like a rain of thousands of arrows, and the muzzle of the gun surged with a flash of fire, as if a red dragon was breathing dragon breath. Sabo tried his best to dodge to one side, and at the same time he set up his rapier to protect his own body.
Heart, as long as the heart can still beat he can continue to fight.
But this is all in vain, no matter how fast a person is, he cannot be faster than a bullet running on gunpowder.
After the fatal confrontation, half of Sabo's body was covered in blood, with blood gushing from several bullet holes.
The kinetic energy carried by the projectiles strangled his movements, and his movements were slowed down.
Pulling the trigger again, the thunder continued until Sabo's body was beaten to pieces. His already broken body was crumbling, and he kept retreating under the impact of the bullet. Finally, he barely stood on the edge of the high platform with his bayonet.
"It looks like I still won."
Lorenzo emptied the bullet and slowly put down the shotgun, his eyes slightly cold.
Sabo lowered his head and vomited blood. The real pain made him extremely awake. He was obviously about to die, but he suddenly laughed hoarsely, with an unexplainable demonic quality in his voice. He looked at Lorenzo.
"This is not the end of the detective." He said like a stubborn child.
"But you are already dying."
The figure was so miserable that Lorenzo didn't think he could survive.
"Yeah, so that's what's scary about it, isn't it? Death is far from the end of the story."
He tried his best to lift himself up, and with Sabo's actions, more blood poured out of the bullet hole. It was hard to imagine that so much blood could flow out of a human body, as if it was endless.
"Run quickly, Detective. The result is like tossing a coin."
The eyes behind the weird steel had a crazy meaning. He looked at Eve beside him. There was fear in the girl's eyes, and she held the coin tightly.
"On one side is death, on the other side is madness."