Chapter 852 The match between experts

When Zhao Fubo came to Prince Enqio with a knife and performed the ceremony according to Chinese rules, Prince Enqio on the opposite side also took out a European knight ceremony to show respect to him. After the two of them prepared their weapons, they suddenly had a momentum on the entire arena, and then they burst out with a shocking murderous aura.

Whether Zhao Fubo or Enqio, their temperaments are very similar. They are both the kind of people who have passed by Death many times on the battlefield. They didn't care much about this kind of sword without any threat, but when the murderous aura on the two of them burst out, they had a new understanding of each other.

This not only surprised the people around him, but also surprised Amina and Fatima. Prince Enchio's subordinates thought that Zhao Fubo was the kind of firearm he relied on to be so vicious. Unexpectedly, he held his surrounding sword and waved his cold air that made them feel powerless, which made them chill in the hot weather.

Amina and Fatima are both masters of kung fu. Just by looking at Prince Enchio's starting posture, you know that this is an experience of fighting on the battlefield. The difference is that he is a cavalryman, and his kung fu is better than his step. Now, he may have better skills on the horse.

Between the two fighters, their eyes were coldly looking at each other, and they also felt the other's ability. Although both of them were holding weapons, their bodies were actually neither loose nor tight, and their eyes were just staring at each other's eyes, waiting for the moment when the other party attacked.

As the saying goes, if the enemy does not move, I will not move, if the enemy moves, I will move first. However, Prince Nqio's swordsmanship, except for the knight training he was a child, has the most benefit from the battlefield. That kind of fighting is a world of difference between this kind of fighting. Facing Zhao Fubo's movements as if he was still, he no longer endured it.

The sword unfolded in an instant, and the long sword drew a small arc of light. On the surface, this was a chopping action, but Enqia, who had rich experience in the battle formation, turned this small-scale slash into a false action of stinging.

In just a moment, the sword that was originally slashed sideways had turned into a sting because of his rapid forward pace. The distance quickly became shorter, and the sword's momentum became even more fierce.

Zhao Fubo's kung fu was real kung fu. Ten years of hard practice allowed him to gain more advantages in such short weapon confrontations. After all, according to his practice method, he immediately had his own vermilion-rod big gun. As for the European Knight, he was disdainful of the rifle that was like hitting a door.

The sword that originally slashed with a stinging look turned into a blocking moment. The encircled long blade swayed a sliver of black light, and he also took a step. He had already appeared beside Prince Enchio.

After the sword blocked in his hand sealed the sword of Enqio, he did not collide with it at all. Then he made further progress and his body quickly turned. The sword of the sword had already swung a shiny light in his hand as he turned around.

This is the characteristic of the general-killing sword equipped by the Yulin Army of the Song Dynasty. Although the blade is carburized, it is completely a dark and heavy color. However, when it is waved, the sharp blade made of Damascus steel will turn into a bright sword light under the light.

Prince Enqio ate a lot, but he didn't expect Zhao Fubo's spiraling body to chop the knife so quickly. The long sword in his hand swung, and it had already hit Zhao Fubo's blade.

“Bao…”

The loud and heavy impact sounded, and Prince Enqio took a big step back. Zhao Fubo's heavy sword force surprised him. The power was almost generated by using the sword immediately, but Zhao Fubo jumped up and swung his body and swung out in a group.

After taking a step back, he became a little cautious, protecting himself with a long sword in his hand, observing the march route of Zhao Fubo's long sword. At this time, Zhao Fubo's slightly curved sword was fully exerted by him. The small prick, cutting short chop and whirlpool attack combined, and waves of sword light completely enveloped Prince Enqio's body.

The heavy sword in his hand became weaker and weaker, and the more he fought, the more he felt colder. The knight sword, which was much heavier than the sword of the general, was quickly consuming his physical strength. Especially Zhao Fubo was suddenly, when he was unprepared, a heavy spin would make his arms numb.

What shocked him was that there were more and more gaps in the knight sword in his hand. This was not because the craftsmanship of the European knight sword was not good, but because the sharp blade of Damascus steel was more mature and more successful than the forging of European long swords.

The long sword in Zhao Fubo's hand is lighter and slightly longer than the knight's sword. Because it is a clamped blade, the entire blade body is more flexible. Therefore, the sword postures become extremely sharp in Zhao Fubo's hand.

Even in the end, Zhao Fubo performed three consecutive spinning slashes on Enchio, and every time he hit the knight's sword, Zhao Fubo would slightly drag the blade, causing serious damage to the knight's sword in Prince Enchio's hand.

"bite……"

The knight's sword in Prince Enchio's hand let out a final cry, and then a light flashed, and the front half of the sword body fell off. The consequence of this was that Zhao Fubo, with a row of blades that were winning glory, cut towards his body.

Not only the onlookers, but even Prince Enchio himself, closed his eyes. He knew that he could not avoid this sword no matter what. At this moment, he also knew that the knight's sword was incomparable to this sword that could stab and had better chopping performance.

"I really didn't expect that I would die under his hands. Was this God's arrangement?"

However, he did not feel the pain of being hit by the knife, and he did not even feel the cold and cruel feeling of Zhao Fubo's long sword passing by him. When he opened his eyes in confusion, he found that Zhao Fubo had already taken his own sword back into the sheath.

Looking at his eyes, he had no ridicule or complaints. Instead, he reached out to Amina on the side. The latter threw a sword of the Great Song Yulin Army, and Zhao Fubo threw it to Prince Enqio at will.

"It is a dangerous thing for a general on the battlefield to have no weapons. His Highness Enchio, if you are interested, we can discuss it every morning. I will stay here for a few more days and talk to His Majesty about the sale of weapons."
Chapter completed!