The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 4: Fierce Battle

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Dun Sen was shocked. Polliver's attack was merciless, aiming for Dun Sen's life.

This was different from a competition, nor was it for stopping him; it was simply murder.

Dun Sen wasn't as single-minded as Polliver. He only wanted to go into the room to see if his idol, Gregor, needed help. He didn't have the determination to kill Polliver.

But Polliver was determined to get rid of him.

This sword move was too fast, and it was a planned attack against an unsuspecting opponent. Dun Sen didn't have time to retreat. Raising his sword could block the thrust, but there was a problem: there wasn't enough time.

Sweetmouth was also taken aback. He was Gregor's number one subordinate. Whether it was Dun Sen or Polliver, both were Gregor's beloved generals. If either of them died, he wouldn't be able to escape responsibility.

Injury and disability were acceptable, but not killing.

Gregor Clegane was never cruel to his brothers; on the contrary, he was very tolerant. It's just that his tolerance, in the eyes of other nobles and knights, was cruelty.

"Careful!" Sweetmouth's smiling expression froze on his face.

A cold light flashed, and Polliver's sword stabbed fiercely at Dun Sen's throat.

Whoosh!

The sword light flashed, and blood spurted out.

In his desperate situation, Dun Sen twisted his neck to the side, dodging Polliver's fatal blow, but he was still a little slow. A long bloodstain appeared on his neck with a whoosh, and blood splattered.

Although the injury was not light, he still avoided the fatal throat penetration kill.

If this sword had hit, Dun Sen's neck would have been pierced by a sword, entering the throat and exiting the back of the neck.

Dun Sen broke out in a cold sweat.

If he had been just a little slower, his neck would have been cut even deeper by the blade, and once the carotid artery was cut, he would have died.

Polliver succeeded, but was angry that he hadn't penetrated Dun Sen's throat: "Scared? Don't dodge! You damned bastard."

This was also very shameless. He had the heart to kill, but complained that others shouldn't dodge.

Dun Sen escaped the throat penetration kill, took two steps back, and continuously avoided Polliver's fierce thrusts at his face and lower abdomen.

After thrusting at the face, he changed to thrusting at the lower abdomen. Polliver's swordsmanship was also not weak.

Whether it was the face or the lower abdomen, it could be seen that Polliver really wanted to kill Dun Sen.

Killing and stopping someone are completely different.

Dun Sen was furious, ignoring the half-arc of bloody marks that had grazed his throat from right to left, as if he was wearing a blood-colored necklace. He wielded the long sword in his hand, using speed to overcome slowness, and with three consecutive strikes, he immediately turned from defense to offense.

Polliver retreated and sidestepped, then suddenly spun and slashed, fiercely chopping at Dun Sen's waist. The terrain here was not wide, and Dun Sen could not jump left or dodge right. He either had to resist head-on or retreat. If he resisted head-on, Polliver hoped to use the inertia of his body's half-spin to knock down Dun Sen's long sword. If Dun Sen retreated, he would take the opportunity to continuously chop down on his head, relying on strength to win, because the space to retreat was limited, only four steps, and Dun Sen would have no way to retreat.

Behind him was a high wall made of stone.

Polliver's swordsmanship was not as good as Dun Sen's, but his strength was still greater than Dun Sen's.

Dun Sen's sword fighting, influenced by his super idol Gregor, was resolutely not retreating. Polliver was sure that the stupid Dun Sen would resist head-on. Polliver had always believed that among Gregor's officers, Dun Sen was the most stupid, and Sweetmouth Rafford was second.

Dun Sen really didn't retreat, changing from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands, and suddenly swung it diagonally from left to right and from bottom to top, to resist Polliver's spin slash head-on.

Their super idol Gregor's spin slash was very powerful, with infinite strength. Once, even people and horses were chopped into two pieces by a half-spin slash. It was also from that time that the number one brainless fan, Polliver, began to practice the spin slash hard. In order to keep up with Gregor's pace, Polliver's spin slash focused only on strength, not skill.

The two swords clashed, like two silver lights.

However, unexpectedly, the two swords did not explode with the loud 'clang' that Polliver expected, but with a light 'ding' sound. Dun Sen cleverly spun his body, gently leaning and deflecting the sword, using force to transfer force, and diverting Polliver's 'slash' that was full of strength. At the moment when the two people's swords collided, Dun Sen's footsteps rotated, his body rotated, and the long sword in his hand rotated with his body, brushing past Polliver. Polliver's fierce slash was like a heavy punch hitting cotton.

Polliver used too much force and staggered forward. Dun Sen had already disappeared, and he and Dun Sen had exchanged positions. It was just that Polliver was facing away from Dun Sen, and for a while, he couldn't turn around the direction of inertia pressing on his body.

Dun Sen drew a semicircle with the long sword in his hand and slashed fiercely at Polliver's back.

If you want to kill me, then I will kill you too.

In front of Gregor, this natural killing god, his younger brothers were all heavily influenced by him and had a lot of hostility. Once they turned against each other, it would be a fight to the death.

"Careful!" Sweetmouth Rafford, who had retreated far away, was shocked. This time, the 'careful' was to remind Polliver.

Polliver's spin slash missed, and after exchanging positions with Dun Sen, he lost his footing. He was facing away from Dun Sen. Hearing Rafford's shout, he panicked in his heart and darted forward with the help of inertia.

Whoosh!

Dun Sen's desperate slash left a long bloodstain on Polliver's back, from his neck to his tailbone, a whole terrifying blood line. The clothes on his body were also split in two.

Polliver only felt a pain in his back, and his body had already darted to the stone wall. He had originally planned to force Dun Sen to compete with him in strength in front of this stone wall, but who knew that the spin slash would miss and he would exchange positions with Dun Sen, forcing himself to the stone wall.

Polliver turned around to face the enemy. Dun Sen's sword was as fast as a shooting star, stabbing straight at his throat.

This was the penetration kill he had used to plot against Dun Sen at the beginning!

A fatal blow.

Dun Sen's sword technique of penetrating the throat was much better than Polliver's, and it was also faster and more powerful.

Polliver couldn't retreat or dodge, he could only resist head-on.

Clang!

With a loud noise, Polliver's sword blocked this penetration kill. Before he could counterattack, Dun Sen's sword used the force to swing away, his wrist flipped, and two sword flowers almost simultaneously stabbed towards Polliver's left and right chests.

Polliver didn't know which of these two sword flowers was real and which was fake. He didn't care so much, and swung his sword to chop fiercely at Dun Sen's head.

A loss for both sides!

However, Dun Sen's swordsmanship was much higher than Polliver's. With a slight sideways movement, he dodged Polliver's head-on chop, and with a light sword, a straight thrust, he hit Polliver's wrist.

Ah!

With a scream, the sword in Polliver's hand fell to the ground.

Before the sword fell to the ground, Dun Sen flipped his wrist, a nimble thrust, aimed at Polliver's throat.

Another penetration kill!

This sword was too fast, like a flash of light, to nail the bare-handed and unavoidable Polliver to the wall.

Clang!

Sparks flew!

Sweetmouth Rafford came over silently like a cat, accurately出手, blocking this fatal sword.

Polliver escaped from death, covered in cold sweat, leaning against the wall gasping for breath. He felt the blood gushing out of his back, never stopping.

"Stop, Dun Sen!" Sweetmouth said.

"He wanted to kill me!" Dun Sen said angrily.

"Polliver is not wrong, he is obeying Lord Gregor's orders."

Dun Sen was furious and shouted: "Dog bastard, then I was wrong?"

"You are not wrong either, but if you kill Polliver, you will be wrong." Sweetmouth Rafford spoke softly, as if his throat was too thin to raise his voice, "There is no sound in Lord Gregor's room. We should be more concerned about the safety of the adults than killing each other."

'Lord Gregor' was like a magical power with a curse for Sweetmouth Rafford, Executioner Dun Sen, and brainless fan Polliver. Hearing that the adults had no voice, Dun Sen fiercely put away his sword, glaring angrily at the seriously injured Polliver as the end of this fight.

Killing Polliver, this idiot (Dun Sen always thought so), there will be plenty of time and opportunities in the future. Now, the most important thing is the situation of Lord Gregor.