: 1369 One-sided battle

"唰!"
In the white space, the sharp knife cuts the air, like the falling thunder, and the airflow is volatilized.
"Drink!"
When Amakusa Shiro slammed with a big drink, he stepped forward and let the weapon in his hand smash into the square in front, without any hesitation.
In the face of what can be called a thunder-like squat, the expression in the square is extremely calm, just gently lifted the weapon in his hand.
In the two hands of the square, one hand is holding a long knife, and one hand is holding a scabbard that normally accommodates a knife nearly two meters long, welcoming the attack of Amakusa Shiro. .
"Ding----!"
The crisp sound was aroused in the next second.
The knife that squats against the head of the square is bounced off by an extremely long knife at an incredible angle. In the cracked Mars, together with its master, it retreats.
"Drink!"
When Amakusa Shiro was not discouraged, he continued to approach the square with a more powerful momentum.
The knife in the hand is turned into a blast, and in the synergy of the airflow on the blade, it constantly slams in the direction of the square.
That move can really be said to be subtle.
Amakusa Shiro was not a famous swordsman before his death. As a saint, there are more legends about miracles. The legend of using weapons to fight is extremely scarce. Basically, there is no superb skill, but after all, it is still a hero. It’s quite good after it’s been tempered enough, even if it’s not as strong as Saber’s job.
But it was like a blast-like sniper, but the party did not effort to see it.
"Is this the skill you rely on to save people?"
Calmly revealing such words, the knife in the hand is also an arc of an instant, and at an incredible angle, the knife blade that is overextended is approached at a rapid speed, with a natural appearance. The trajectory, which is not allowed to meet, is a blast-like blow to Amakusa Shiro.
"锵!"
The loud cross-talking sounds, causing the blades that collide with each other to spark the glare of the sparks.
"Well…!"
When Amakusa Shiro was a bit painful, he took a step back and his heart was a little shocked.
When Amakusa Shiro is holding a knife in his hand, it is not a general thing, but a real treasure.
Sanchi Xing is too light.
It is said that this is a famous knife that a one-eyed swordman loves.
Amakusa Shiro gave it to Shakespeare and strengthened it with Shakespeare's enchantment skills.
With Shakespeare's enchantment, it is possible to reinforce the things that exist in the world into miracles that are comparable to treasures.
Moreover, depending on the item to be reinforced, the level after it is formed as a treasure will be very different.
If it is to strengthen the small stones on the side of the road, then Shakespeare will strengthen it into e-class treasures.
If it is to strengthen the industrial production of weapons such as modern weapons, then Shakespeare can strengthen it into a d-class treasure.
And if there is a corresponding Linger, enough to match the weapon described by the literary genre, then Shakespeare can even strengthen it into a c-class treasure.
The famous knife held in the hands of Amakusa Shiro is the existence of this level, which is comparable to the powerful weapon of c-class treasures.
However, the weapons used by the opponents are still above them.
"Hey..."
A few stars shone on the knife of pure white knife, making it look like a forged piece of stars, extremely beautiful.
With a long knife of more than two meters in length, the movement in the square is just like waving, and the extremely smooth stroke of the blade passes through a mysterious trajectory. Like the moonlight that appears, it hits Amakusa Shiro. .
"锵!"
At the moment when the crossfire sounded, Mars would follow the splash.
When Amakusa Shiro was so hard to see the trajectory of the knife in the square, the knife that turned into a moonlight flew.
"brush----!"
However, the knives that were bounced were not stagnate at all, as if they had crossed a beautiful arc, flying extremely smoothly, without any loss of speed, plucking from another direction.
That way, it was just like the block that was just helping to speed it up. The long blade was once again cut through the air, and the head of Amakusa Shiro was mercilessly cut.
So smart.
So deadly.
"Oh... ah ah ah ah...!"
Amakusa Shiro can only reinvigorate the momentum, let the famous knife in the hands also gallop, and greet the long knife.
"锵-锵-锵-锵-锵-"
Suddenly, the sound of the incomparable gold and iron collision sounded rhythmically around, and it seemed to be a pleasing song. It was quite touching.
However, Amakusa Shiro may not have such a good leisure and elegance to appreciate.
With the collision of the blade and the blade, the sniper in the square is getting faster and faster, so that the streamer on the knife leaves a dazzling trajectory in the white space, and the pleasing to the extreme.
Until then, Amakusa Shiro discovered that...
(His sword skill is incredible...!)
The sniper will become faster and faster, not because the speed of the other party is improving, but the other party's technology makes this condition established.
Now, the sniper in the square is like a ball.
When the ball is in a collision, it will naturally bounce back faster than when it is thrown.
Every time the blade in the square collides with the blade of Amakusa Shiro, it will be used in the direction of the bounce, and the force of the bounce will be utilized in the direction of the force. Crossed.
That is to say, every successful resistance of Amakusa Shiro is accelerating his defeat and speeding up the enemy's victory.
This technology...
(Is it really humans can have it...!?)
Even if it is the top player of Saber's job, can't it be such a magical skill?
That is undoubtedly the technology that has reached the highest level.
Even the existence of the military god, the sword and the of war, on the strength of technology, is estimated to be this level, right?
In this constant acceleration of the attack...
(Can't stop it...!)
Amakusa Shiro was finally exhausted.
"Hey...!"
A faint tear began to sound.
That was the sound that the blade of the neck when the Amakusa Shiro had cut the skin in front of the throat.
"Hey...!"
In the midst of a thousand miles, Amakusa Shiro’s time is still dangerous and avoids a fatal blow.
But his body has completely lost its balance and has fallen backwards.
"shit…!"
Amakusa Shiro has just produced such an idea, and a strong kick is a heavy drop on him.
"嘭!"
In the snoring sound, Amakusa Shiro was smashed out by the scorpion, and the wolverine rolled up on the ground and rolled out the distance of the whole integer ten meters.
At this moment, there is only one thought in the mind of Amakusa Shiro.
"too strong…!"
The enemy in front of you is too strong.