Seranie playfully manipulated the flames to tease Saint Grey.
William had underestimated her strength before. Not only was the knight no match for her, but even the great knight was strong enough to compete with her.
Of course, this does not mean that Seranie can defeat the great knight, but that she can resist the great knight.
If Sangre wanted to leave, she couldn't stop him unless Tibbers tried.
The reason why Tibbers is not on the stage now is simply that Selanie wants to play with it for a while. After all, according to Tibbers's habit, once it appears, all enemies will be torn apart.
Seeing that Sangre was about to launch a death charge, Selani showed her fangs angrily:
"Maybe you like to play with bears."
As she spoke, she picked up the stuffed bear and rubbed it on her cheek, smiling gently and speaking childishly.
Standing in the halo of flames, William lowered his left hand and placed his right hand on the knight's sword.
Lightly armored and slightly warm.
From the moment the black-armored knight led the attack, he stood in the same place from beginning to end. The attack and killing by Saint Grie did not make him retreat, and the roasting of flames did not make him retreat. Now Saint Grie is about to launch a death charge.
, everyone told him to step back.
He heard the shouts from Scott and others, telling him to avoid, telling him to be careful...
Avoid?
William chuckled.
"Selanie, before Tibbers comes on stage, how about you let me show you?"
As he said that, he took two steps forward and stood in front of her. His pupils reflected the image of Saint Grey, whose whole body was filled with flames.
Take off a piece of burlap and wrap it around your right hand, and tie the palm of your right hand and the hilt of the sword tightly together.
Then he crossed his sword in front of his eyebrows.
His cold eyes reflected in the cold blade.
Tear off the gauze on your left palm, hold the sword blade tightly, and draw hard.
Pain, bloody pain, scarlet and dazzling pain, a brave man's unreasonable pain!
He had wanted to do this for a long time, not because he wanted to harm himself, but because he wanted to test the pleasure that extreme pain could bring and whether the barbarian king could transform all pain into strength.
Since Sangre issued a death declaration to him.
He, William Sides, chose to challenge!
In an instant, his whole body was boiling, and all the past events came to mind one by one. His past failures, past regrets, past stubbornness... all turned into food.
Flesh and spirit are struggling, blood and fire are burning!
Extreme pain!
Bring the ultimate sublimation!
The King of Seviji is operating at full strength, the King of Barbarians is howling in blood, and the points of power are burning rapidly!
The sword is held across the arm, and the body is leaning forward, like a crossbow with the bowstring fully drawn...
In a blink of an eye.
Sangre is close at hand.
He rode a costumed horse and roared from thirty meters away. When he was close to ten meters, he was blocked by the flame resistance halo. Before, his choice was to avoid its sharp edge, but now he chose to charge.
The armored horse snorted, moved its hooves, and suddenly rushed through the resistance halo.
After resisting the halo, their whole bodies were ignited with blazing flames. The flames penetrated the armor and burned into their flesh. After a while, the horses became limp.
Having anticipated all this, Saint Greer briefly showed a hint of tragedy, then jumped up in the air and stepped hard on the horse's back.
Bang~!
The armored horse received a blow and crashed to the ground.
And Sangre used the reverse thrust to leap forward, heading straight for William.
Seven meters, six meters, five meters...a millimeter!
The two heavy swords collided together like lightning, sparks scattered everywhere where the blades touched, and the friction sound of the blades was extremely harsh.
William's face suddenly turned red, and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
A mountain of power came from the big sword, and the five fingers were shattered in an instant. The skin and flesh of the palm beat at high frequency, and it was bloody in the blink of an eye. That didn't stop, Saint Grey's big sword continued to strike without any hindrance...
Looking at the growing sword edge, William spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bright red teeth clenched tightly.
His left hand suddenly reached out and covered the limp right hand sword, still holding it on the blade:
The Arhat raises his sword, and the strong man cuts the mountain.
With this ambition, I will show my loyalty!
Looking at the scene in front of him, William still smiled even though his mind was confused and he didn't know what to think.
How familiar it looks.
He still remembered that on May 1st, he and Samir also had a duel. At that time, Samir used a super-standard grudge slash, forcing William to have to use his injury to defend.
The same left hand holds the sword blade, and the same Arhat lifts the sword.
He won last time.
This time... I'm afraid I'm going to lose.
clang……
A bell-like sound rang in his ears. William closed his eyes and was blown away more than ten meters like catkins. Before he passed out, he vaguely saw a huge flaming beast - a flaming beast with a plush texture made of flames all over its body.
…
When William was hacked away by Saint Grey, countless cries of pain suddenly erupted on the battlefield, especially Brayman. He and the other four Thornblade colleagues seemed to howl out blood, and their voices were shrill.
No one expected that William would choose to face Sangre directly.
This is a great knight!
He clearly had the opportunity to escape and hide behind Selani, but he chose the most difficult way.
When Braiman heard Saint Grieve's death declaration, he knew that something was extremely wrong. Even though it seemed that Saint Grieve could not break through the magician's barrier, he was still worried.
So he shouted to William, "Get out of here!".
But William just nodded at him, drew his sword, and stood in front of the little girl.
The next scene was like a picture drawn by the gods, and Brayman felt that he would never forget it:
In the Flame Zone, Viscount Barron, Lord William Sides, he never took a step back from the beginning to the end!
Even if his opponent was a great knight, he did not retreat!
Instead, he drew his sword brazenly!
He wrapped his right hand and the hilt of the sword together with a strip of cloth, and even though his body was shaken violently, the sword did not fall out of his hand. Moreover, he held the sword blade in front of him with his left hand, resisting the attack from the great knight for the second time.
The tragic ending is William's blood spurting in the air.
Braiman cried out in tears:
"Fight for the lord!"
"Fight, fight, fight!"
The knight apprentices from Thornblade struck the armor with their swords and shouted in response. Immediately, all the guardian knights followed suit and howled. Even Scott, with his red eyes and mournful cry, rushed towards the black-armored knight as if he was dead.
Taking one last look at William lying in the middle of the flames, a picture flashed through Brayman's mind:
The young, resolute, confident and sincere Prince Seventeen said he needed followers.
The companions didn't say anything, they were all laughing secretly...
The Seventeenth Prince is powerless and unloved, and his territory is still in the dangerous Barron Territory. Only a fool will follow you.
Yes, only fools will follow.
Brayman thought so too.
Until he heard those words:
Achieving the impossible is the true sign of extraordinary perseverance.
So, he stepped out and offered his loyalty.
Breman laughs like crazy:
"The lord has implemented his declaration, and if you can follow him, you will have no regrets even if you die!"