Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The completely insane bandit leader moved towards Loren desperately, and leaped towards Loren, the iron sword in his hand swung desperately in front of him, slashing the air like a wolf’s sharp claw Screaming.

Loren didn't mean to retreat. He held Old Knight's long sword with both hands. The cold sword was held flat, like a hunter waiting for his prey to pounce on him.

The oncoming iron sword swept down from his head, but the black hair wandering Knight reversed the sword body, completing the posture of raising the sword body in an instant, and instantly the opponent's attack direction was severely slashed. Go down!

"Clang——!"

The weight of the Knight long sword, with no difficulty, smashed Martin's weapon to the side, sword edge fell in the air and staggered with the bandit leader, stepping under his feet Because the inertia couldn't stop at all, the two people were almost close to each other in an instant.

Loren's right hand has lifted the hilt, holding the sword with his left hand, and using all his strength, he stabs the end of the hilt to Martin's face that has been twisted because of his ferociousness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Come down. Loren didn't choose to chase, but stopped and raised the long sword again, like a flowing water.

In the two or three years of wandering with Old Knight Leonardo, the opponent did not teach him much sword technique, only simple slashing and blocking. But that doesn't mean that Loren couldn't see how Old Knight used the sword, how he fought with enemies from all walks of life—maybe it was just a parody, but that was enough.

"You... damn little boy, crap." Martin little by little, who was covering his face, took away his hand, leaving a blood mark on his face, and said savagely: "I really underestimated you!"

With the long and narrow blade motionless, Loren narrowed his eyes a little-he just relied on the other's carelessness to seize the opportunity. What about this bandit leader? Stupid will not be fooled the second time.

The next step is to work hard.

The furious Martin struck his head with a sword again, and Loren subconsciously wanted to block the sword edge, but this time the bandit leader didn’t give him a chance at all, and the sword tip almost wiped Loren. The tip of his nose slashed down, and it was enough to let him dodge sideways.

The gap between the two people is far greater than it looks—the height of the bandit leader is two heads taller than Loren, which means that Loren must lean up to see the trajectory of the attack. All the hacks will force him to move and dodge.

Martin like a mad dog wielded the iron sword in his hand one after another. Obviously this country robber has not learned any sword technique, but only by virtue of his physical superiority and the wild beast-like reaction ability, You can close Loren who has learned the sword technique again and again!

The sword edge approached again and again, and Loren stared wide-eyed holding the Knight long sword in both hands dodge and resist the thing that could kill him. Ain behind him became anxious and frightened him again and again-even if the little wizard didn't understand the sword technique, it could be seen that Loren was at a disadvantage now.

"Clang--!"

Block the opponent's sword again, and the blade has left a wound on Loren's right arm. This time he didn't continue to insist, but took a step back a little.

The opponent is completely crazy, and he is almost unable to hold it-Loren can feel his calf trembling, and the panting sound is getting thicker and thicker. If you fight for physical strength, use a two-handed sword I definitely can't fight Martin's.

"Come on, boy, come up!" Martin yelled frantically, "I can stab your Lord Knight to death and see if I can tear you up?!"

The advantage of the Knight sword is its length, but because of its physique, it has become its own disadvantage, and the opponent's height exceeds himself, which means that he can attack the enemy's bottom plate 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 frantically. He was really utterly crazy. He was always cunning and crashed into such a desperate place for the first time. Even the possibility of escape, not even the slightest possibility!

He even didn’t expect, why would he feel the fear of death from this damn little boy? He is like a hyena locked in a cage, that comes from deep in one's The trembling of the heart is absolutely impossible to fake.

I'm going to die in this kind of place and be killed by this damn little bastard?

Crazy Martin can only use his madness to cover his fear, like fantasizing about escaping the prey from the palm of the hunter, doing the final struggle.

The two moved at the same time, with eyes that can smash people into pieces, they rushed towards each other without leaving any room.

In order to avoid Martin's sword edge, Loren desperately lowered his body, holding the sword in both hands and rushing forward, facing the sharp sword that the bandit leader smashed into his head.

The only difference is that this time he not only didn't dodge, he didn't even raise the long sword to resist...The sharp sword edge fell straight down like that, until the moment when he was about to hit, Loren didn't. He opened his head vigorously and slashed heavily on his left shoulder!

Even if it was just a rough iron sword, the cold blade still tore Loren's robe, and hit his shoulder blades, and the blood sprayed out half of his body.

But the Knight long sword in his hand has already penetrated into the opponent's bottom plate-Loren, who was enduring the pain, clenched the hilt with both hands, pulled it back forcefully, and tore it directly on the inside of the robber's thigh An incomparable gigantic hole was opened!

He is dead!

"aaahhhh ah——!!!" Martin screamed and fell on his back, Loren staggered a step, just breathed, Martin was lying down before he could stand still. A kick hit his chest, and the long sword in his hand also flew out.

Loren, who was kicked by this foot, fell to the ground like a sandbag, and rolled over for a few laps before stopping. The torn wound on his shoulder looked like fire like a pain, and he even lifted it up. It became extremely difficult to raise his arms.

"You...damn...crap..."

The bleeding robber leader, I don’t know where he got the idea that made him stand up again. step by step Struggling towards Loren lying on the ground, his hideous expression is getting weaker and weaker, and there is a long river of blood wherever his footsteps pass, but it still can't stop him.

"Even if I really have to go to hell...that would definitely drag you together!" Martin, who became weaker, stepped on Loren's chest and held the iron sword in his hand. Pointing the tip of the sword to his face: "go die for me!"

"Loren, close your eyes—!"

The little wizard's screams are just as capable Penetrating the eardrum, Loren closed his eyes without even thinking about it. Flying from Ain's fingertips, the white light-emitting "firefly" rushed towards the bandit leader in an imposing manner, exploding a piece in front of his eyes!

The bandit leader who was instantly blind screamed and threw away the iron sword in his hand, instinctively covered his eyes and took a step backward. It was just this moment of effort that Loren, with his injured shoulder, stepped away from the falling sword edge.

"I, my eyes...my eyes are gone...my eyes are gone..." The wailing bandit leader seemed to have forgotten about Loren's still alive. He lost too much blood. Weaker and weaker, the madman continued to repeat the same sentence like a babble, step by step stepped back.

Loren picked up the Knight sword, supported his body with the sword, and barely stood up, staggering and panting, walked to the front of the bandit leader, and pushed 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-the enemy who is fighting for his life and wants to defeat is just a mangy dog. That's it.

"I remember you wanted this sword especially, didn't you?" Panting Loren muttered to himself, holding the hilt in both hands, just like the bandit leader. , Aimed at his heart: "Then you have to hold it steady!"

Sword edge pierced Martin's chest from top to bottom without any hindrance, and only heard in his chest. With that sturdy muffled sound, the dying bandit leader's body twitched suddenly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Loren, and then he was completely gloomy.

"We are rich! We are rich! The grandma of the Holy Cross is here, we are rich!"

The robbers around are still caring, but Martin will always do it The dream of getting rich is no longer.