The world was dark again, and no one could be seen ten meters away.
But Geer had already locked his target, clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, tore open the rain curtain in front of him and rushed forward.
The rain curtain in front of him suddenly exploded, and three black figures rushed toward Geer. Apparently, the other party made the same choice as Geer at the same time.
Geer was not surprised at all when faced with the situation in front of him. When his martial arts reached his level, his body had completely surpassed that of a mortal, and he was extremely sensitive to the murderous intentions directed at him within a range of more than ten meters. This ability was as natural as breathing.
Simple, this is why knights have become monsters across the battlefield.
These three attacking enemies were also knights, so they had a very clear idea of Geer's position. The three of them were very closely connected when they launched their attacks, and they maintained the most appropriate distance from each other every time they advanced, forming a
A perfect semi-circle surrounded Geer. In such a short period of time, it was already very good to have such a performance.
Geer held his sword and rode his horse, seemingly turning a blind eye to the enemy in front of him. It was as if he was the only one left in the world. His breathing rhythm, blood flow rate, muscle contraction, etc. were all so clear, making him feel almost infinite.
, it’s like a national player playing chess, the feeling of being able to control it freely and with one mind is so beautiful.
Compared to the third level, the sword skills of the fourth level have entered a completely different level.
Suddenly, just before the two sides were about to come into contact, the cavalry on the left slightly stood out from the formation of the three cavalry. The lance in his hand stabbed Geer, while the other two cavalry also responded to each other, forming the second and third waves.
offensive.
At this moment, Geer's legs suddenly strengthened. The speed of the war horse under him suddenly increased impossibly, and he hit the point of tacit understanding between the three knights. The lance thrust out, but it just hit the air.
, was left behind by Geer.
The knight on the left suddenly felt bad. He wanted to sweep his lance to avoid Geer. When he reorganized his offensive, he only felt a chill in his throat, and then he saw Geer's expressionless face right in front of him. And he started to spin rapidly.
world.
The two knights at the back saw clearly. They saw Geer taking advantage of the gap in the attack error to get close to their companions in an instant, and then just made a simple stab. There was no fancy, only precision and speed, and an extraordinary understanding of the situation.
The ability to control, then the companion's throat had been pierced, he turned over and fell off the horse. He saw that he could not survive.
Although they were surprised by Geer's terrifying killing efficiency, their combat instincts honed over years of fighting still allowed them to react accordingly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the knight in the middle had already swung his sword and slashed Geer's head.
.
But what he waited for was just a stroke from Geer like a flowing cloud. Ephiros drew a perfect circle and hit the surface of his sword just right, causing the blow to completely deflect. In the end, it was just
It hit the air.
Geer's block seemed simple, but it fully demonstrated the peak power of controlling the scene and the rhythm, and this was not the end. When the sound of gold and iron clashing just crossed the water curtain, the horses of both sides had already
Passing by, Geer did not retract the sword he swung. He just used the impact momentum of the war horse to stab, turn and draw. The enemy in front of him showed a look of disbelief. His heart, bones, muscles and armor were all penetrated.
After the sword was withdrawn, he fell backwards and died instantly.
The trio killed two of them in an instant.
At this time, the last person's attack had been launched, but seeing two companions who were no less skilled than himself killed so easily in succession, this brought a great impact to his soul, and he could not help but relax his hands, but
This slowness is the distance between life and death.
Geer just made a very simple horizontal slash, and the light red raindrops danced happily on the smooth sword surface of Ephiros. Then a thin red mark appeared in the throat of the last knight in the way, and he jumped off his horse.
back.
In just one meeting, these three knight-level warriors fell under Geer's sword. The pressure on him was not even as great as that of hordes of ordinary soldiers. This was completely at the level of overall combat skills.
of suppression.
After countless bloody battles, Geer finally entered the level of a truly powerful person in this world.
After breaking through the obstacle, Geer continued to rush forward, but at this moment, a strong stinging feeling hit Geer's face, and his body reacted immediately - he immediately lowered his head and moved towards
Leaning to the right, Ephiros also slashed forward.
A violent impact force spread along the long sword to Geer's arm, and then the left side of his cheek hurt slightly. The harsh sound of steel being cut by brute force sounded in his ears. This continuous block and dodge was not completely completed.
After dodging this attack, the side of the helmet was completely cut open, leaving a small gash on the side of Geer's face.
At this time, the thrilling sound of breaking through the air came belatedly.
Looking up, he saw the rain curtain in front of him burst open. A man and a horse appeared in front of him, holding a double-edged battle ax and wearing gray armor. His face was a little blurred under the wash of the heavy rain, but the beard that burned like a flame was still as bright as ever.
It was dazzling, and there were several extremely conspicuous short-handled axes on his waist. It was obvious that the previous long-range attack was his fault.
Just behind the red-bearded knight, the gray-haired knight who was targeted by Geer also rushed up with a knight's sword, and cooperated with the red-bearded knight to prepare to flank Geer.
From the attack just now, Chu Geer could tell that this red-bearded knight was obviously not comparable to the three ordinary knight-level warriors before. However, this gray-haired knight did not look weak at all, and he was still looming above the red beard.
Apparently he's also a good player.
However, Geer's response was to wave his sword without fear.
The battle broke out in the most intense way in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, violent thunder shook the fields, and under the lightning, the rain mixed with blood was as dazzling as gems.
"..."
"..."
Both sides shouted incomprehensible words, and the next moment, the weapons collided together. The colliding swords emitted sparks that were no less than lightning and then bounced back from each other. The horses passing by also neighed with hostility.
Then they turned their horses' heads and stared at each other with hostility. The gazes they shot were more piercing than lightning.
There was another thunder crash.
While the reverberation was still hitting their ears, the three men from both sides kicked the horses in the belly again, and the horses sprinted again in the heavy rain that was as powerful as a waterfall.
Horses collided with each other, raising their forelimbs high and neighing. The warriors on the saddle also waved their weapons to fight with each other. Sparks turned into endless thunder and fire and flew everywhere, and the sound of violent metal collision broke through the sound of rain.
While the leaders of the two armies were fighting fiercely, the soldiers on both sides were also fighting madly. The elite Hesting Cavalry and the soldiers of the Slakna Army who were constantly supporting were locked in a life-and-death struggle. A huge formation was formed.
The whirlpool, and no one else could get close to Geer and the two Wayne leaders who were in the center of the whirlpool.
"Damn you bastard, go to hell!" Red Beard slashed his battle ax crazily while cursing, wishing to cut Geer in two with the axe, but the result was just a burst of green and red sparks. After Gale's counterattack
If it hadn't been for the timely support of the gray-haired knight, he wouldn't have had a hole in his breastplate.
Although the personal combat power of these two knights is not as good as that of Geer, they are still considered to be the top figures in the knight class. The combat skills they use are completely honed in life and death battles on the battlefield. They have been tempered to the extreme and are not as good as those of Geer so far.
There is no difference between any strong opponent I have seen, especially the coordination between the two is extremely perfect, rarely giving Geer a chance to counterattack. Even if he does, he can resolve it without any danger, and instead cooperates to suppress Geer.
But under Geer's unparalleled sword skills, the two blue lords were unable to break through the numerous obstacles set by Ephiroth. Under the control of their masters, the war horses also aroused high fighting spirit. They kept jumping up and hitting each other, splashing
The muddy water stained the combatants' armor, and then it shone brightly again under the wash of rain.
There was another round of fierce fighting, and the two sides separated again. They adjusted their breathing rhythm caused by losing a lot of physical strength in a short period of time.
"Send your name, knight!"
The rain seemed to have eased a little, and both sides could see each other's faces clearly. Seeing that Gerna's face was still that of a teenager, the two blue lords were a little surprised. Taking advantage of the temporary truce, the gray-haired knight
asked loudly.
"Griezmann Wolfgang Corbensen." Geer shook off the still tattered helmet and the armor on his left shoulder. Ephiros pointed directly at the two people in front of him, "Say your names. Do you have any?"
You are qualified to leave your name under my sword."
"I am Ikarhan Povciolo." "Gadalu Benteke."
"Ikar Khan? Gadalu?" Geer's mind instantly matched the two names and related information. "It turns out it's you." Ikar Khan and Gadalu are the Slakna coalition forces this time.
leaders, their names are at the forefront of the information provided by Eric.
"You are very strong. I have never had a young man as strong as you at this age. Hai Siting is finished. There is no point in fighting for such a rotten country. You can't kill me. It's not worth dying here for this."
, why not join us and create a new ideal country together..." Ikar Khan persuaded.
He said this, but in fact Ikar Khan had no hope of persuading Ger to surrender. As a warrior who has reached this point, his willpower and mind must have been ground to the point of being indestructible. This kind of verbal rhetoric
Trying to persuade the other party to surrender with such words is just wishful thinking.
The purpose of Ikal Khan's disparagement of Hastings in his words was to arouse Ger's persistence in ethics as a knight, and to get him to refute his words, which ultimately achieved the purpose of delaying time. The rain has begun to lessen now.
, being familiar with this kind of heavy rain weather, he knew that the rain would stop soon. As long as the rain stopped and he could reorganize his army, he would definitely be able to wipe out Geer's cavalry.
Although he didn't understand how Geer led the army to appear here, Ikar Khan knew that as long as he destroyed this cavalry army, it would be equivalent to breaking half of the legs of Silvia's army. Deducting this cavalry army, in
Sylvia's army at Yamaguchi was nothing more than a bluff. As long as General Geer's leader was thrown away, the nobles in Merzai City would surely surrender, completely establishing Merzai's status.
Unfortunately, he misunderstood one thing. Geer was not from Haisting. Let alone Haisting, he had no sense of belonging to Konatas, the country he nominally belonged to.
Therefore, Ikal Khan's words only brought back Geer's charge again and those words that quickly dissipated in the wind and rain.
"You talk nonsense, go to hell!" (To be continued...)