The Defeated Dragon

bang bang!

bang!

The knight spear made of fine steel bent and deformed with the impact of the two elite earth knights. Every time it hits, it rubs out sparks and emits a piercing sonic boom, as if it will break at any time.

Even if they didn't break, the two spears were on the verge of being scrapped and needed to be recast.

Liszt's fire-attributed vindictiveness is like a god of war in flames; Marcus's wind-attributed vindictiveness is entwined like a drifting cloud.

Russell and Rondo watched from a distance, and what they saw was the collision of flames and clouds.

The clouds are on the defensive, the flames are on the offensive, and the sky is full of burning clouds.

Marcus is an elite land knight, and the baron is not at a loss. He can suppress Marcus every time he charges, I can't believe it! Rondo was dumbfounded.

Lasse smiled wryly: I know the baron is very strong, and I couldn't take a shot from him when charging, but I didn't expect to be so strong that even Marcus was no match for him.

Perhaps, this is talent. Rondo sighed, The Earl, who founded the Coral Island Foundation, is a talented knight. His blood, Sir Levi's, Baron Rivera, and Lytton, have shown outstanding performance since childhood. Talent. Originally, the worst was the baron, but I didn’t expect the baron to just accumulate a lot of talent.”

Maybe it also includes hard work. Every morning, I can see Lord Baron practicing fighting spirit on the horse farm.

When the two of them said this, they looked at each other, and they were all silent that the person who was more talented than you actually worked harder than you, so what else was there to say.

At this time, I saw two people charging in the distance, launching the sixth charge.

The flames were still ferocious, but the clouds gradually thinned. The moment the knight's spear hit, the violent burst of flames smashed the thin clouds in one fell swoop. Two horses, one black and one yellow, staggered. Marcus' figure flew up from the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground. His knight's lance was also broken in two.

hold head high!

Li Longma raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.

Liszt held the curved knight spear in one hand, his chest heaved continuously, and he charged six times in a row. Even with the physique of an elite land knight, he also felt great fatigue.

But his spirit was extremely uplifted, and he panted and said, Mr. Marcus, I won.

Marcus got up from the ground,

There was a moment of confusion, and then his eyes calmed down again, and he also panted: My lord's strength has surpassed my imagination. Although the experience of charging is not enough, what is left is just the grinding of time. I hope that from now on, victory Always with you!

I took advantage of the horse. Liszt said humbly.

Even if there is no Li Longma, I will persist for a while. My total battle energy is already far behind yours. Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, opened his mouth, and swallowed it again. He probably wanted to ask Liszt Not already become elite land knights.

Marcus didn't ask, and Liszt didn't intend to say.

Get off the horse, signal the subordinate knights to take away the damaged knight spear, and say to Marcus: I have proved the strength of charging on the battlefield, but I hope to fight with Teacher Marcus tomorrow with a long sword. Charging is more about fighting spirit, and sword fighting is more dependent on fighting skills.

Marcus nodded: It's better to change it to the evening. I can recover my fighting spirit in the evening. I need to go to sea tomorrow morning.

it is good!

While speaking, Rondo and Lasse came over and congratulated Liszt.

After this battle, Liszt has already understood the gap between the land knights and the elite land knights. Referring to Marcus's strength, he has a clear understanding of the strength of the two: I fought with Teacher Marcus, and I feel A lot, you can often ask Marcus for advice in the future.

Yes, Lord Baron!

Let's have a cup of milk tea together. Liszt walked under the apple tree first, and the servant quickly brought four cups of milk tea, which were made with fresh milk.

Cows are now prolific milk producers, producing several barrels a day.

In addition to supplying the needs of the banquet and personal drinking with Liszt every day, children who are serious about knight training will be rewarded with a glass of fresh milk each. In this way, there is still a lot of milk left every day. The serfs on the dairy farm will mix flour and milk to make dry milk powder.

The original dry milk powder was all confiscated by Tulip Castle, and the current dry milk powder naturally entered Liszt’s castle for storage.

Whether the milk is eaten in the off-season or sold, it is an income.

...

In the afternoon, the sun came out for a short while, then retracted, and then it started to snow again.

This situation will continue throughout the winter.

With the nutritional supply of milk tea, Marcus's fighting spirit recovered faster than expected, so the actual sword fight was held in advance.

Liszt didn't use the red blood sword, but with the red blood sword, it is estimated that he can directly crush Marcus.

He chose a fine steel long sword, a two-handed sword, and Marcus also had the same equipment, but Liszt still wore Warcraft leather armor, and Marcus could only wear ordinary leather armor.

Lords and followers certainly cannot enjoy the same treatment.

No nonsense.

Nor did Rondo and Russell watch.

The two of them were in the depths of the racecourse, facing the heavy snowflakes, both holding swords to attack. Liszt, who aspires to become the Flame Sword Master, no longer suffers from stage fright in this type of training combat. Fighting Qi is as wanton as not money, and every move seems to be done with all one's strength.

Long Fei!

Pfft, he stabbed upwards with the steel long sword in his hand, and a burst of flame shot out, as if a fire dragon was flying.

Wind vortex! Marcus turned the steel long sword, entangled with battle energy, and with the stirring of the long sword, formed a vortex, directly engulfing Liszt's flame battle energy.

bang!

The fine steel long sword that had lost its fire-attribute grudge was hit by Marcus' long sword, and the wind-attribute grudge that was still wrapped around it was released instantly, almost knocking Liszt's long sword into the air.

Grasp it hard, and you can hold it.

call!

so close!

Liszt's palms were sweating, and the feeling of sword fighting was completely different from that of charging. Marcus in front of him was like a hedgehog, well-defended, and he had nowhere to speak. He stabbed him back when he had time, which made him very awkward.

The two of them came and went like this, and they played against each other more than 20 times.

No one can do anything to anyone.

Marcus is very experienced, focusing on defense and supplemented by sneak attack. Every time the attack is at the moment when Liszt's old and new grudges connect, it makes him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

However, Liszt had a lot of capital, a lot of fighting spirit, and a fast recovery speed, so he could barely hold on.

One is fierce and the other is seasoned.

The number of fights went straight to more than 30 times, and then the fighting spirit of the two could not keep up with the exhaustion, and they fought ten more times, and finally it was a tie.

Both leaned on fine steel long swords, panting heavily in the heavy snow.

Teacher Marcus, you let me? Liszt asked suddenly. With his almost zero experience in sword fighting, it is a bit exaggerated to be able to hold on to a tie with Marcus.

Before the sword fight, he was arrogant and thought that Marcus would be dealt with within ten minutes.

At the beginning of the fight, Marcus was frightened by several sneak attacks, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be killed by Marcus.

After a long time, I found that I couldn't do anything to Marcus, but Marcus's counterattack was no longer sharp, and it seemed that he had no energy to fight back against himself, so he stayed in a stalemate.

He felt that in the late stage of the fight, Marcus let go of the water.

But Marcus shook his head, gasping for breath so that he could speak intermittently: The first ten times in the fight, my lord... my lord's attacks are too fierce, leaving no room for attack. I do have... a chance to defeat my lord. But my lord's progress is astonishing. , When I got to the back, I wanted to find a sneak attack opportunity, but I couldn't find it at all.

Really? Liszt felt that his back was no longer sore, his legs were no longer hurting, and he was even breathing calmly. He was indeed a genius with amazing understanding!