Bedivere's spear stabbed at the hunchbacked old man and took it straight to his throat!
Keng! But the hunchbacked man gently drew his sword and blocked the spear!
His movements were clean and neat, with no unnecessary parts, so that while he used his dagger to block it, he still had enough energy to draw out his dagger and stab Bedivere in the leg!
"Hmph!" The opponent's swordsmanship was indeed amazing, but Bedivere still had an advantage in equipment! He raised his shield and met it, just blocking the cloaked man's dagger!
"Hahahahahaha! Good reaction!" The sneak attack failed, but the man in the cloak with a hunchback laughed happily: "Keep on holding on, let uncle have more fun! Don't lose so quickly!"
"Stinky guy!" The werewolf raised his spear and stabbed quickly, and the spear stabbed at least seven times in a row!
However, the hunchbacked man dodged lightly, his figure was like a light leaf in the wind, so dexterous that it was impossible to be stabbed!
Not only that, he also dodged while approaching the werewolf aggressively, planning to launch the next wave of attacks!
The werewolf raised his gun again and swept across, intending to use a wide range of attacks to push back the opponent first! The opponent's hands were all light and short weapons. If he didn't use a long gun to suppress him from a distance, when he got close, Bediwell would only suffer!
"Hahahahahahaha!" The man laughed wildly, and performed a clever 360-degree backflip with an action that was completely inconsistent with his appearance and age! The spear just swept under his feet, and he seized the opportunity.
, thrust out several swords in the air!
The sharp sword edges fell like raindrops. Bedivere's offensive had not yet completely passed. The spear in his hand was particularly unresponsive due to inertia. He had to move his upper body and use his best efforts to dodge the opponent's sword thrust! The hunchbacked man's sword
It rubbed across Bediwell's neck, shoulders, and face, leaving streaks of blood. Although these wounds were not deep, they brought quite a shock to the werewolf!
"Tsk!" The werewolf had just retracted his gun, and had already raised his shield with his left hand to strike! This strike was exquisite. It could not only block the opponent's consecutive sword thrusts, but also send the hunchbacked man flying out of the air!
However, the opponent blocked it!
To be more precise, the hunchbacked man used two short weapons, one on the left and one on the right, to clamp Bedivere's shield! Rather than saying that he "blocked" the shield blow, it would be better to say that he "sticked" to the shield!
What a wonderful swordsmanship! What an amazing idea! While sighing, Bedivere couldn't help but feel something was wrong: Where had he seen similar swordsmanship before?
But the tense battle left Bedivere with no room to think. The hunchbacked man used his own weight to forcefully break the shield from the werewolf's hand. When the shield flew out of Bedivere's hand, the man also fell on it.
On the ground, the sword blades of both hands suddenly thrust out and attacked the two knees of the werewolf!
Too bad! Bedivere knew that if he didn't think of a way, his legs would be destroyed by the attack of this mysterious cloaked man, and he would not be able to walk for at least a while! He was quick to think, and used his metal prosthetic limbs as weapons to transform into...
The steel wolf claws grab the opponent's face!
Hiss! Five rays of silver light pierced the air, but the man in the cloak was very smart and did not collide with the metal wolf claw, and backed away before being hit!
Snap! But blood still spurted out from Bedivere's leg, and the bastard drew his sword and scratched Bedivere's calf before retreating!
The werewolf knelt on the ground and took a breath. The wound on his calf was not deep, but it was stinging and numb. Because there was not much muscle in the front of the calf to protect the bones, his calf bones were damaged to a certain extent.
"Mr. Bedivere, meow!" Seglade exclaimed with worry.
"It's okay!" the werewolf shouted, maintaining the half-kneeling position and raising his gun to fight: "It's just a minor injury, I can still fight!"
If Bediwell's skills still can't defeat this cloaked man, then Seglade and Elaine will be even more impossible to defeat, and will only become the souls of that man's sword in vain! The werewolves must endure this battle no matter what.
, even if you can't defeat that person, you must at least find a way to force him back!
But, is there really a way?!
The swordsmanship between Bedivere and the opponent is really far behind, and that man also holds two sharp, deadly, light and fast weapons. The long spear in Bedivere's hand can't keep up with the speed of the two daggers! The technical gap is enough
It was fatal. The gap in weapon performance put Bediwell at an absolute disadvantage. There was no way to win this duel!
Wait. The werewolf looked around. Maybe there is another way?
He needs to calm down and think carefully! He should be able to do something with everything he has and the things in the venue!
"Have you finished giving your last words?" The hunchbacked man raised his swords: "Then go ahead and die!"
He waved his swords and attacked again, fast and hard, as if he really wanted to cut off Bedivere's legs!
"Hmph!" Bediwell held the lizard-tooth spear with his left hand instead: "You are the one who will die!!"
Bang!! The werewolf stabbed out a gun with all his strength, and the gun suddenly burst into dazzling lightning, blinding the eyes of everyone present!
That's right, the lizard fang spear is inlaid with the crystal captured from the thunder lizard. This kind of crystal that can absorb electricity has properties that are infinitely close to the real thunder stone. When they are stimulated by strong current, they will emit a dazzling light. Bedi
Weir only needs to generate electricity from the power-generating organ of his left arm prosthesis, and the spear can burst into lightning in an instant, taking away people's vision!
Yes, Bedivere may not be able to defeat this old man just by relying on swordsmanship or technical skills. But Bedivere’s attack method is not the only one. If swordsmanship is not good, use wisdom to win!
That moment of hesitation caused the opponent's attack to pause and revealed a flaw. The spear was thrust towards the hunchbacked man, and he had no choice but to raise his two swords to block. The two swords overlapped to block the spear's blow, and he picked
The spear flew away! Obviously, Bedivere was in a hurry to take action and didn't even have a good grip on the gun body!
"Idiot!" the hunchbacked man said disdainfully, taking advantage of the moment when Bedivere had no weapons in hand and was unable to fight back, he attacked the werewolf's original location!
Of course, the electric light had already blinded the hunchbacked man, and he was unable to see where Bediwell was. He guessed Bediwell's location based entirely on the tendency of the spear to attack.
Therefore, when the hunchbacked man drew out his swords, thinking that he could definitely hit the werewolf, his attack failed!
Snap! The turtle-tongue whip attacked the man's face at an unbelievable and wonderful angle, directly taking out the vital part of his face - his temple!
However, the man in the cloak relied on his amazing intuition to turn around and dodge at the most critical moment, and the blade at the end of the whip scratched past his face!
"Hmph!" The lightning disappeared, and everyone present recovered their eyesight.
I saw Bediwell rolling to the side, holding a turtle-tongue whip. Of course it was him who made the attack just now.
"That's it. You threw the spear over, but then you went to pick up the whip and attacked me secretly?" The man in the cloak covered half of his face, and there seemed to be blood oozing from his face.
"My swordsmanship is not as good as yours, so I have to use some tricks." The werewolf grasped the whip tightly, and his turtle tongue whip curled into a spiral shape, ready to launch the next attack at any time.
"Humph, try to be clever!" The man turned his head. The hood of his cloak was torn apart by the blow just now, revealing the white hair under the cloak and the man's true face.
When he saw the weather-beaten face full of scars and wrinkles, Bedivere couldn't help but gasped.
No. Bedivere doesn't know this person.
However, this face is very similar to the face of someone in the werewolf's memory!
It can be said that like father, like son, there is no way that people who look so similar in the world are not related by blood!
Coupled with the wonderful swordsmanship of this hunchbacked man, Bedivere suddenly understood.
"Who are you... Lancelot?" Although he had already guessed something, Bedivere still asked doubtfully: "Could you be... Sword Saint Jacques?!"
Sword Saint Jacques, the father of Knight Lancelot of the Round Table, was once the strongest swordsman in Europe. His swordsmanship was so powerful that it was said that no one in Europe could match him.
But this Sword Saint Arc was also a traitor who betrayed Great Britain, and was the main culprit responsible for the fall of Camelot, the first royal capital of Great Britain (Pantolaken) thirteen years ago.
According to legend, the Sword Saint Arc should have been executed, and his name became even more taboo. He was erased from history forever and only exists in the dark history of Great Britain.
Why did this once-living legend appear in front of Bedivere right now?!
As if he was right, the scarred face of the hunchbacked man twitched.
"I didn't expect to meet acquaintances in such a remote and remote place." Sword Saint Yake groaned: "It's really disappointing. It seems that I have to flee again."
"Why!" Bedivere asked in disbelief: "You actually controlled a group of brats to do such sneaky things! Former legend, Sword Saint Yak, have you fallen?!"
"Depravity? Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe------isn't this kind of thing obvious?!" The hunchbacked man let out a dry sneer from the depths of his throat: "Sword Saint Yak has died a long time ago. He fell into hell and will live forever.
Not a transcendent being! What you see is just a stinker in the shape of [Yak], a walking corpse!"
He dropped the stolen lizard-tooth dagger and took out a ball-shaped object from his arms: "No matter what you mean, no matter what fate you have with Lancelot, goodbye! ------No
, no goodbye!"
Pound!! The white beads he dropped hit the ground, causing an astonishing explosion! The explosion had no power, but it set off a burst of thick white smoke! The smoke bomb covered the entire cave, making it invisible within half a second.