Chapter 6: Devil (Part 2)

The utterly mad robber rushed towards Loren desperately. The iron sword in his hand desperately waved in front of him, slashing through the air and tearing like a claw of a wolf.
Loren didn't mean to retreat, his hands clenched the old knight's long sword, and the cold sword was flat, as if the hunter was waiting for his prey to pounce on himself.
The oncoming iron sword swept down from the top of the head, but the black-haired wandering knight reversed the sword body, and instantly completed the posture of raising the sword body, and the other party's attack direction was severely cleaved!
"Dang!"
The weight of the knight's long sword easily knocked Martin's weapon off. The blade edge stumbled with the robber's head for a while. The pace under his feet couldn't stop because of inertia. The two men were almost close to each other in an instant.
Lorren had lifted the hilt in his right hand, holding the blade with his left hand, and used all his strength to push the end of the hilt toward Martin's face that had been twisted by the grimace.
"what--!"
The sound of the broken nose was completely covered by the screaming. Martin, who staggered over his nose, stepped back a few steps before stopping. Loren did not choose to pursue, but stopped and raised his long sword again, like a cloud.
Following the two or three years of wandering with the old knight Leonardo, the other party did not teach him much swordsmanship, only simple hacking and blocking. But this doesn't mean that Loren can't see how the old knight uses the sword, and how to fight with the enemies from all walks of life-perhaps just a poor imitation, but that's enough.
"You ... little cub, miscellaneous." Martin covered his face and lifted his hand little by little, leaving a blood mark on his face, and said grudgingly, "I really look down upon him." is you!"
The long and narrow sword body didn't move, and Loren narrowed his eyes a little bit-he just took advantage of the other party's carelessness just now, and this robber's head would never be fooled for the second time.
Next is desperate.
The furious Martin again cut his sword with a sword, and Loren subconsciously wanted to block the blade, but this time the robber's head did not give him a chance, and the tip of the sword almost wiped the tip of Loren's nose. , Cankan skipped him to dodge sideways.
The gap between the two is far greater than it seems-the robber's head is two taller than Loren, which means that Loren must look up to see the trajectory of the attack, and every fierce slash will force He had to move to dodge.
Martin, like a mad dog, waved his iron sword in succession. This country robber obviously did n’t learn any swordsmanship, but only by virtue of his physical advantage and the beast-like reaction ability, he can learn swordsmanship again and again. Loren approaching the dead end!
The sword front approached again and again, and Loren with the knight's sword in his hands widened his eyes to dodge and resist the thing that could kill him. Ain, who was behind him, was anxious and frightened again and again-even if the little wizard didn't understand sword art, he could see that Loren was now at a disadvantage.
"Dang!"
Once again blocked the opponent's sword, the blade had left a wound on Loren's right arm. This time he did not continue to persevere, but took a step back.
The opponent is completely mad, but he can't hold it anymore-Loren can feel his calf trembling and his panting sound is getting thicker and thicker. If you are physically capable, you can't fight Martin with a two-handed sword. of.
"Come on, little boy, come up!" Martin yelled wildly: "I can stab your knight, see if I can tear you?"
The advantage of the knight sword is in length and length, but because of his physique, this has become his own disadvantage, and the height of the opponent exceeds himself, which means that he can attack the enemy's chassis but the opponent cannot.
This is the only opportunity, but the price is that you have to bet your life.
"Come on, kid, are you scared ?!" Martin was still yelling wildly. He was really crazy. He was always cunning. For the first time, he ran into such a desperate place, even the possibility of escape. , Even a little bit may not be seen!
He did n’t even think why he would feel the fear of death from this little cub. He was like a hyena in a cage. The kind of trembling from the heart was absolutely not a fake. .
I am going to die in such a place, slaughtered by this little debris?
Crazy Martin can only cover his fear with his own madness, like fantasizing the prey that escapes the palm of the hunter, doing the final struggle.
The two of them moved at the same time, rushing towards each other with a look that could smash people into pieces.
In order to avoid Martin's blade, Loren desperately lowered his body and rushed forward with his sword in his hands, facing the sharp sword that the robber's head slashed into his head.
The only difference is that this time, not only did he not dodge, he did not even raise his long sword to resist ... The sharp blade fell like that straightly, until the moment of the hit, Loren turned his head hard, He chopped heavily on his left shoulder!
Even the rough iron sword and the cold blade still ripped apart Loren's smock, slashed his shoulder blades, and the blood sprayed directly stained half of his body.
But the long sword of the knight in his hand had already penetrated into the opponent's undercarriage-Loren, who had endured the pain, grasped the hilt in both hands, pulled back hard, and ripped a huge incompetent inside the thigh of the robber's head. Mouth!
He is dead!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!! Sighing Martin screamed and fell to the ground. Loren, who was staggering, just breathed, and before he had time to stand still, Martin was lying down He kicked his chest, and the long sword in his hand flew out.
Loren, who was kicked by this foot, fell heavily on the ground like a sandbag, tumbling for a few times before stopping. The wound on his shoulder was as painful as a fire, and even raising his arm became very incomparable. difficult.
"You ... ... miscellaneous ..."
The head of the robber, who did not know where he found it, made him stand up again, and walked hard step by step toward Loren who was lying on the ground, and his expression became weaker and weaker, where the footsteps passed, There was a long "blood river", but he couldn't stop him.
"Even if I really have to go to ... it must have been pulling you together!" The more powerless Martin still stepped on Loren's chest with one foot, holding the iron sword in his hand, and aligning the tip of the sword. His face: "Go to die!"
"Loren, close your eyes--!"
The scream of the little wizard could penetrate the eardrum. UU reading www.uukanshu.com made Loren close his eyes without thinking much. Flying from Ain's fingertips, the "Firefly" exuding white light rushed towards the robber's head with a "seeing death as if it was home" momentum and exploded in front of his eyes!
The blind robber screamed and lost the iron sword in his hand. He instinctively covered his eyes and stepped back half a step. Only for this moment, Loren, who was injured in the shoulder, flashed the falling blade forward sideways.
"I, my eyes ... my eyes are gone ... my eyes are gone ..." The wailing robber's head seemed to have forgotten what Loren was still alive. He lost more and more blood and became weaker, and the madman whispered Repeating the same sentence as usual, stepping back step by step.
Lorren, who picked up the knight's sword, supported it with his sword body and barely stood up. He staggered and gasped to the robber's head, pushing him to the ground without much effort.
Obviously there is only half a step away from the chance of revenge, but Loren is still the same as before, and he can't feel the slightest pleasure at all-to fight the enemy that his life wants to knock down, just a dog is nothing.
"I remember you wanted this sword before, right?" Gasping Loren said to himself, holding the hilt in both hands, just like the head of the robber, aimed at his Heart: "Then you have to hold it steady!"
The sword front pierced Martin ’s chest unhindered from top to bottom, and he could only hear a solid muffled sound in his chest. The dying robber ’s body suddenly twitched, eyes. Staring at Loren violently, then completely obscured.
"We are rich! We are rich! Holy cross his grandma is on, we are rich!"
The robbers around are still carnivaling, but Martin can never dream of getting rich.