Chapter 1823 Flame Swordsman VS Yellow Cloth Leader: Clown
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Time goes back to more than ten minutes ago, Huang Yi The leader, Juno, succeeded Hu San and the flame swordsman Keton. Fighting, he hooked his fingers and rotated a long stick back and forth in his hand: "Beautiful, chic. Tsk tsk tsk, you are my type, I have a crush on you."
Keton He frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Juno licked his lips and said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about your fighting style. Compared to the crude brute force type, I appreciate your skill-based opponent more. Come on, let me see if your job is good. ."
"Shut up~!" Keton seemed to be disgusted with the way the other party spoke, and rushed forward with both swords in hand. As soon as they fought, he was slightly shocked. The opponent was very agile and his body movements were very flexible. He attacked four times and thirteen times, eleven of which were avoided by the opponent with strange movements. Two more were avoided. The knife was blocked by the long stick in his hand. Keton was confident that he could not compare with his superior Calasias in terms of skill and technique, but he was completely dodged by the opponent.
The other party easily walked around to one side without making a move, twisted his neck, jumped his feet, hooked his hand again as if doing a warm-up exercise, and showed a contemptuous smile.
Keton spat out thick smoky phlegm. He had just had a fierce battle, and his whole body was moving. His hands were getting hot. The two swords flexibly rotated 540 degrees in his palms. He held the sword in his backhand and struck again. . He always drew his sword very fast, but this time it was even faster. The flaming swords were like fire butterflies dancing in the dark night. The sword movements were up and down, swift and clever, which made Meade, who had never seen the world nearby, The Ghat militiamen watched in amazement.
"Interesting." Juno blocked dozens of swords in a row, and a five-color long stick made a 'chop' sound. The moves of both sides are not based on fast versus fast, nor are they based on strength versus strength. They are all fought with quick reactions and varied technical moves. Regardless of whether he is attacking or defending, he is always trying to find a flaw in the opponent's skills.
This set of 'Butterfly Shadow' is Keton's most proficient move. In a one-on-one duel, he thinks that few people with the same strength can beat him. His sword moves were erratic, agile, and continuous. They were definitely different from those guys who had rigid moves. Under the endless burning flames of the Flame Soul Ghost Armor, even if he didn't use a lot of strength in his hand, his sword edge would not be the same. People dare to despise.
But just under his confident sword move, his right shoulder suddenly felt pain. The opponent's long stick had already poked his shoulder. At the same time, he saw the proud look on the opponent's face.
"Hey, I found a flaw!" Juno sent out the stick and put it on the opponent's shoulder. When he spoke, the person was already in the air kicking seven or eight legs.
Keton's moves were broken and he couldn't parry. He was kicked back repeatedly. He received countless kicks on his face, head and chest. Finally, he was hit hard by the opponent with a stick and a kick on the head. Fei, the sword in his hand almost dropped.
Juno stood on one foot, and the other kick he kicked sideways was still hanging in the air as high as a person. He shook his ankles, flicked out the flames on his trouser legs, and danced with the long stick in his hand. Several circles were stamped on the ground: "What a beautiful butterfly flame shadow. Very few people can practice this move so skillfully. It seems that areas with low magic and martial arts are also beneficial. At least they can practice one move hard and concentrated." ”
Keton stood up staggeringly from the ground. The flames of the Flame Soul Ghost Armor had faded away, and his face was covered with blood. He held his forehead and could clearly feel that his forehead bone was dented by the stick: "The stick in his hand..." He had received several sticks in the fight just now, and every time the stick hit his body, he was hit all over the body. The magic power that was flowing was suddenly empty.
Juno stroked the long stick in his palm: "Have you noticed it? Then you have to be careful, my 'clown' can break up the magic in your body. Don't be hit by it, otherwise Your offensive will be interrupted again.”
Keton wiped off the blood on his face, and the ghost armor on his body burned again: "Fire Ghost... Flame-Breaking Knife~!"
A new move came back, and with the blessing of Flame Ghost, the power of the Flame-Breaking Knife was greatly increased. , the two swords dragged out a flame more than 4 meters high on the ground, and the two swords on the left and right came one after another.
"You have too many flaws." After a short exchange, Juno's long stick swept his left leg and right waist again, and the magic power that had been flowing normally in Keton's body was immediately cut off. The flames on the sword suddenly dimmed. He vigorously gathered his magic power and made another sword move. Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by a long stick after only a few rounds of fighting.
"Is this the only strength you have? It's time for you to die." Juno no longer waited for mercy, kicking continuously with his kicks. People were rising and falling, left and right, and his kicks were irregular and hard to guard against. Very defensive.
Block the left side and get two kicks from the right. Blocking the right side, he received another kick in the crotch. Keton was kicked so hard that he had no ability to resist, but the opponent still refused to give up and continued to kick continuously. "Sir Keton..." The nearby staff couldn't stand it anymore and came over with swords and beasts to reinforce them. The three school officers worked together to force the opponent back temporarily.
Juno's feet finally landed: "Oh, for a moment, the three of us were able to attack together. Let's do it together." The long 'clown' stick in his hand danced into pieces. film.
Three school officers fought with him with a magical beast waiting for an opportunity. They were considered to be a few of Keton's masters. They worked together to resist pirates when they were on the west coast. At that time, they In the military, even if you are not so dazzling and outstanding, you can still make your colleagues and superiors dare not look down upon you. But the opponents they encountered today were not ordinary. In a place like Sindmoor, where there is a mixture of good and bad, and there are many experts, there are still some people with a little fame mixed in. How can the strength in their hands be average?
Sweeping sticks and kicking, the opponent uses sticks as a supplement and kicks mainly. It looked like they didn't even use their full strength, but they could easily hit the gaps and flaws exposed when the three of them joined forces.
The school officers were constantly injured. I don’t know how many sticks they received and how many times they were kicked. They couldn’t help but secretly thought: “It’s totally... no match for me! This person is from St. Bikoya. "Are all the people there so strong?"
"It's boring, it's just this strength." Juno said easily, without any mercy, and struck the three with a few heavy blows. They all vomited blood, one person's neck was severed and he died on the spot.
The flame swordsman Keton put his sword on the ground with both hands and supported his body. The blood flowing from his head dyed his whole face red. His skull was shattered, and he could feel the stinging pain from the tiny bits of bone piercing into his brain. Imitation elemental regeneration can repair physical damage, and he can do it, but... the war and death in front of him, the officers under him are desperately resisting the enemy's invasion, and the screams and cries coming from his ears are... It's far away, but it sounds so real to my ears.
"I don't have much physical strength anymore...and my magic power..." Keton clearly felt the weakness caused by lack of physical strength. The muscles were sore and the wounds had become numb. The hands holding the swords should have been the most stable, because that was where he was most proud, but now they were trembling involuntarily. I really don't have much physical strength anymore. Although I have had a little rest from the battles in the past few days, I have been running around all the time. My injuries have not healed, and my physical fitness has not returned to its best condition. This is war. War is not a duel. It does not wait for both sides to adjust before fighting. Cotton has always known this and often mentions it in books. But it wasn't until today that he truly realized the difference in war, the feeling of powerlessness, the suffocating rhythm of constant fighting.
The two school officers could no longer stop them. They wanted to retreat, but they couldn't bear to ignore their superiors. They shouted at the top of their lungs, almost crying: "Chief Keton, please leave quickly, we can't stop you~" !"
"I..." Keton held on to his sword and stepped back step by step. The opponent's long stick dispersed a lot of magic power in his body, and his physical strength and magic power were not enough to support him to continue fighting. . He turned back to look for a way to retreat, but immediately saw a pair of hateful eyes staring at him dozens of meters away.
Jean Hussan, although he was organizing the team to fight, he noticed that the power remained in Keton. He is waiting, waiting for the opportunity to take revenge.
The battlefield at this time was very stalemate and chaotic, and there was already a wave of popular feeling among the troops led by Keton. Although the armies, which were mainly composed of unorganized soldiers on the West Coast, had received intensive training for a short period of time, they could no longer sustain themselves when faced with high-intensity battlefield pressure. On the other hand, Hu Sang's militiamen, many of whom had experienced one or two Great Patriotic Wars, were more determined than the West Coast Army in front of them. Morale on the battlefield has always waxed and waned, sometimes changing inadvertently.
The magic fireball flashed brightly and dimly. The soldiers wore chains and leather armor, waving their swords and shields. There were voices of doubt and abandonment in the team. A new wave of enemy attacks rushed up. They saw that the people in Keton's army were uneasy. They shouted one by one that the flame swordsman Keton had been beheaded, and some people raised a long pole with a human head hanging on it. .
Such news was disastrous to the ears of the soldiers of Keton's army. They all knew that Keton's whole body burned with blazing fire during the battle, which was very eye-catching, but now they have not seen such fire for several minutes.
The morale of the troops was in great confusion. Some soldiers wanted to retreat and join forces with the friendly forces in the south, while others wanted to move east and merge with the main force of the army. The officers have no superiors and don't know how to make decisions. If this situation persists for less than two minutes, the entire team will collapse.
Keton didn’t want this to happen. He wanted to find a few of his own officers to tell them that he was still alive, but his throat was clogged with dry and sticky bloody phlegm. He wanted to shout loudly to the panicked subordinates nearby, but he couldn’t. . He tried shouting a few times, but the sound was too chaotic and no one could hear him.
At this time, the long stick came and hit him directly at the throat. With a somewhat joking smile, Juno kept pushing forward against the 'Joker' long stick: "In a few minutes, you only have to Have you run this far? You seem to be still hesitating whether to stay or run away. This is not a good habit. Hesitation makes you miss your last chance."
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(End of this chapter)