Everyone came to the courtyard, and some soldiers from the escort raised lanterns, illuminating the courtyard as brightly as day. Traore put on his light steel armor, held his helmet under his arm, and stared at the man in front of him.

Vincent stood calmly in front of Traore, his eyes focused and calm, holding the sword in his right hand, his arms hanging naturally on both sides of the body, his posture stable and relaxed, like a tree quietly in the valley Pine and cypress.

Traore looked at Vincent for a few times, with a look of surprise on his face. Unexpectedly, this man who usually liked to be silent seemed to be a different person as soon as he picked up the sword, and his whole person glowed with a new look. It is like a bright pearl that is heavily shrouded. Once the cover is lifted, the dazzling brilliance immediately shines out.

Although Vincent hadn't made any move yet, he was already feeling faintly oppressed. Ruola's eyes lit up, this was the momentum only a master could have.

Traore stared at Vincent, his relaxed expression gradually disappeared, and said in a deep voice: "Vincent, do you have a ban?"

Vincent said calmly: "I have not blocked my account, you can rest assured."

Traore let out a "hum", put on his helmet, and said: "Whether you are banned or not, it won't change your fate tonight." At this point, his voice was already a little ferocious. This pretense was completely meaningless. The polite farmer is so disgusting, he must let him shed some blood and taste some suffering. Although it will not kill him, but losing one of his arms or legs will teach everyone present a profound lesson. .

He is a knight! No one dares to insult a knight, let alone these scoundrels!

Traore held the scabbard of his sword and waved it forward arrogantly: "You draw the sword, and I'll let you take action first."

Vincent slowly raised his sword in front of him, with the hilt upward and his sword at the level of his eyebrows. This was a sword salute before the two fought, showing respect for the opponent and a signal that he would attack first.

Traore laughed: "I didn't expect you to actually know how to use swordsmanship! Okay, let's take action, finish the job early, and rest early."

"The wind and snow stain the sword." Vincent chanted loudly, word by word, and took steps.

Like a cluster of snow rolling down from a mountain peak, it was not surprising at first, but as it kept rolling down, the snow cluster got bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a white and terrifying giant beast. Howling through the mountains and forests, crossing ravines, it is as if nothing else in the world can blunt its edge and take away its sharpness. The changes in its momentum make people change their colors when they hear it, and they are frightened when they hear it!

When Vincent took the first step, Traore felt the air between them tighten, and an invisible pressure surged over him. However, he could still resist it, and when Vincent took the second step At this time, the momentum became more and more powerful. Before the opponent's sword was unsheathed, Traore's back was already dripping with sweat.

Traore suddenly felt that letting Vincent start first might be the biggest mistake he had made in his life.

By the time Vincent landed heavily on the ground on his fifth step and entered the attack range, the killing aura emitted by the sword in his hand had completely enveloped the space between them, like a hundred-stone bow with its string tightened. All that's left is the final blow that came out of the string.

Traore had already drawn his long sword, the sword pointed forward, and the light on the blade trembled slightly, like a frightened grass snake.

Vincent pointed his sword, but before the sword came out of its sheath, the ferocious power contained in the sheath had already burst out, pointing directly at Traore's heart.

A gust of cold wind hit his face, and Traore took a step back involuntarily.

"Broken!" Vincent roared and activated his sword.

Traore suddenly felt that this was not a midsummer night, but that he was in a cold field of ice and snow. The bone-breaking cold was like maggots attached to the bones, and the opponent's sword was like snowflakes all over the sky, floating in the air, but there was no trace of it.

It was everywhere, seemingly slow, but there was no trace to hide it. He didn't know where the other party's murderous intention was, so he could only retreat. Only retreat could make him feel a little better.

Traore took a few steps back, waving the long sword in his hand wildly, almost defeated, but Vincent's sword did not hesitate at all and penetrated the middle door, unstoppable.

"Ding", there was a light sound, and Traore's long sword flew away in response. Like a frightened bird, Traore staggered and sat down on the ground.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the outcome was decided.

Vincent stood in front of Traore, pointing the unsheathed sword between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Mr. Knight, please don't peek at girls taking a shower in the future." After saying that, he took back the sword and slowly

Slowly retreat.

Traore held his hands on the ground behind him, raised his head and stared at Vincent. The look in his helmet showed both shame and resentment. But he knew in his heart that at this moment, he was more filled with panic and frustration.

, this country man who was inconspicuous just now, turned into a huge mountain in front of him in the blink of an eye, and he had no chance to surpass him.

There was silence in the courtyard. No one expected that this high-minded knight would be defeated so quickly and so miserably.

"Pa, pa, pa" several rounds of applause rang out. Everyone turned around and saw two people standing at the door of the yard, a young man who was applauding and an old man with white beard whose hands were hidden in his sleeves. The young man

The clothes are not gorgeous, but they look expensive in texture, far better than the coarse cloth clothes everyone wears. The face is delicate and graceful, especially the faint smile at the corner of the mouth, which is indescribably calm and unrestrained.

Wei En was secretly surprised. Everyone was paying close attention to the situation on the field. They didn't even know when two strangers came.

"Max, you see, we slipped out of the banquet and actually saw a wonderful show. You can't blame me this time." The young man ignored everyone's looks and turned to the old man.

"You are always reasonable. When I get back, my wife will blame me again." The old man known as Max had lines on his face and a vicissitudes of life. Even his voice was low and difficult to hear clearly.

Vincent stared at the sudden appearance of an old man and a young man, and was shocked. Apart from his handsome appearance, the young man should not know martial arts; but the old man behind him was extraordinary. With his own experience and skill, he could not see

Judging from the old man's proficiency, it is difficult for him to judge even whether he possesses martial arts skills.

A deputy captain of the escort team came forward and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man took out a badge from his pocket and whispered something. The vice-captain's expression changed and he immediately put on a complimenting smile.

Wei En said loudly: "It's getting late, everyone go back."

Everyone in the chorus responded and was about to start leaving when Ruola suddenly said loudly: "Wait! Is this the end of the matter? Since Traore has lost, he must accept punishment."

Everyone was stunned. Traore took off his helmet and said in a low voice: "What do you want?"

"Your left eye." Ruola said coldly.

There was a roar among the crowd, and most of them looked disapproving. Wei En frowned. After all, Traore was a partner on this trip. We need to take care of each other in the future journey. There is no need to push people too hard. It is not a heinous crime to peek at a woman taking a bath.

It was a grave sin, and it was enough for Vincent to teach him a lesson.

Traore smiled miserably: "Okay! Since I lost, I naturally have nothing to say." He pointed at Vincent: "You come and get it."

The vice-captain over there suddenly said: "In this case, how to deal with the captain's affairs? The distinguished guest of the Xiao Mansion is here, and we will ask him to decide." After speaking, he smiled at the young man and said: "Mr. Xiao, look at this.

How should the matter be settled?"

No one raised any objections. The Xiao family's weight is unusual, so they naturally have this decision-making power.

The young man rolled his dark eyes and suddenly smiled: "Max, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

Max pondered and said slowly: "Knight Traore peeped at a lady taking a bath. Although he deserves punishment, the crime is not that serious. Losing one eye seems a bit heavier."

Mr. Xiao clapped his hands and said: "I think so too. In this case, Traore, I will punish you to apologize to that lady, and then prepare an expensive gift to send to her tomorrow to show your sincerity.

are you willing?"

Traore nodded hurriedly and was about to speak, but Ruola said: "I don't want to."

Mr. Xiao said "Oh" and said, "Why?"

"You are not the parties involved, so it's easy to say that. Do you know the humiliation and embarrassment you feel when someone peeks at you? Is that an apology? Can money replace it? You are not even a woman, why should you take it for me?

idea?"

Mr. Xiao's smile slowly disappeared from his lips and said: "Okay, what you said makes sense. But since you are the person involved and the feeling of being insulted is so strong, then you should personally carry out the punishment you requested.

It's fair for both parties. Don't you think so?"

Ruola froze. Although she had been practicing sword skills, she was just a junior apprentice. How could she be a knight's opponent? The difference between being promoted or not was a huge difference.

There was silence in the yard. Hundreds of people were watching Ruola, waiting for her answer. Wei'en coughed and advised: "Ruola, I think Mr. Xiao's treatment is reasonable and reasonable. You must be merciful and merciful."

Just accept Traore's apology."

Ruola's face became very ugly, and there were even a few bloodshot eyes gushing out from her normally bright eyes. She slowly turned her head and said, "Weien, do you know? From the time I was born to now, I have never suffered

Such an insult may be insignificant to you and will be forgotten soon, but to me, it will remain in my memory forever, forever!"

Ruola suddenly turned her head and stared at Mr. Xiao without blinking: "I agree to your arrangement and take out his eyes with my own hands!"

Mr. Xiao sighed, shook his head and said softly: "Oh, that's extreme."

Wei En said angrily: "Ruola, are you crazy?"

Ruola said coldly: "I will never regret anything I decide."

With a "clang" sound, Ruola drew the dagger at her waist and took a few steps forward. Everyone made room between the two of them again. Traore faced Ruola who was walking forward slowly, with an expression on his face.

Somewhat twisted, he said: "Little girl, please think about it carefully, I don't want to hurt you."

Ruola said: "Traore, if you don't show mercy, the worst is, I will use my life to protect my dignity."

Mr. Xiao gave a bitter smile and turned to Max, "Why do you think this girl is more like a knight?"

"Chivalry is not just for men." Max said softly: "Don't worry, I will take action at the critical moment, and I won't let this persistent and extreme little girl lose her life in vain."

Mr. Xiao said: "Why don't you stop her now?"

"I also want to see the knight's reaction. If he is vicious, it means that he has a bad heart and no regrets." Max said lightly: "Then I know what to do."

Seeing Ruola slowly approaching, Traore's eyes gradually became ferocious, he drew his sword and said in a vicious voice: "Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Wait a minute!" Wei En's voice came from behind Ruola.

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Chapter completed!