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Chapter 437

    "Hum!" Mlose in this battle for the first time outside the sound of breathing, he was a little surprised to take back his hammer, the opponent did not seize the victory of the pursuit of action feel a little puzzled. In the script, he was prepared for the conversion. Lyon''s physical strength is not as good as his own, which is an obvious thing. As a keen fighter, it is not unreasonable to take advantage of the enemy''s weakness to knock down the opponent. Mlose has grasped this point and hopes to speed up his physical consumption by seducing the blood lion to launch an attack. The duel was longer than the elves had expected, and he was eager to find a way to bring the human down.


    There was a brief pause on the battlefield, and the hesitation of the elves and the concession of Lyon made their battle pause for nearly three seconds as agreed. In other people''s eyes, the blood lion''s performance is completely like being completely suppressed by mlose, and even dare not mention the idea of attack. He can only watch the Elven warlord raise the hammer again with his spare time. "Roar!" The elves around the field cheered. They were very satisfied with their general''s results. In the eyes of the soldiers, the results of the duel were clear. In order to speed up the process, they began to move forward, narrow the scope of the field with human walls, and forced the duels to fight more frequently.


    Naturally, both mlose and Lyon were aware of this, but it didn''t have much impact on them, because they never wanted to shrink from their opponents. Three seconds, past. From right to left, the spirit''s hammer turned around the top of his head, accumulating the power of terror. Mlose stepped forward with his right foot, and the seed of hatred roared with it. The target was Lyon''s side face. This scene is very much like the beginning of the duel, as if after the previous collision, everything is staged again. But the knight knew that it was impossible. No matter his arm, his physical strength, or his sword, he could not block so many attacks from his opponent. The outcome will soon be known.


    "Wow The people watching the battle exclaimed, because Lyon did not choose a passive parry in the face of mlose''s hammer. The knight held his sword in both hands and swung from right to left from bottom to left. It seemed that he was going to fight against his opponent. "That guy is crazy." The curse crow murmured when he saw this scene that the wizard didn''t know so many soldiers'' tricks, but he knew that in terms of strength, no matter in terms of physical condition or weapon type, the advantage was not in Lyon''s side. Especially when shaking, the top-down attack is beneficial, and the weight of the hate seed itself is much greater than that of the Knight Sword. No wonder the magician will come to the conclusion that Lyon is crazy.


    "Click!" Sure enough, the wizard''s worries come true. With a sharp sound, the sword body of the knight''s sword colliding with the edge hammer is short, and the remaining part is less than a third. The corner of mlose''s mouth has already shown a smile. The damage of his opponent''s weapons means Lyon has no means to resist his attack. He seems to have seen the hammer make a terrible dent in the arrogant knight, and then he ignores the other side''s begging for mercy to smash his head. kind? These humans don''t deserve it.


    However, if so, why did the elves only see another smiling face when they wanted to see panic on the enemy''s face? "Poof!" The sound of the blade piercing the body was not from the two men in the battle. Lyon released his right hand holding the handle of the sword, and as if he had planned for a long time, he reached out and grasped the two-thirds of the sword flying in the air. The sound was caused by holding the blade too hard.


    What? This is the only idea that MrOS has seen behind the scenes. The opponent''s reaction was completely beyond the expectation of the elves, but without waiting for his ideas to continue, Lyon''s attack followed. "Cha!" The blood lion then swims the sword inertia to draw closer with the opponent''s distance, he uses the sword body''s right hand to thrust the long sword fragment into the opponent''s left shoulder! However, Lyon was not willing to give up his thumb because there was no place for him to use his sword. Although this stab barely penetrated the spirit''s armor and penetrated the latter''s body, the damage caused was far less terrible than it seemed. But it was enough to make the audience scream in unison.


    "You Oh Mlose wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Lyon''s blood stained right palm had already pasted on his face. The strong smell of blood instantly took away the spirit''s smell, and the gushing blood also flowed into his eyes, making him unable to concentrate. The blood lion needed this. The sword on his left hand had been held back for some time. The armor breaking cone on the top of the sword handle hit the armor of the ELF''s abdomen heavily. The holder of the seed of hatred could not help bending down to relieve the pain.


    Lyon and mlose were not much different in height. The latter''s short body made the knight''s sneer expand. He put his opponent''s head under his left armpit, moved his right hand from mlose''s face and clenched his fist. It was like some kind of Manifesto that put out all the voices on the field. Everyone knew what Lyon was going to do next, and that made everyone open their mouths unconsciously.


    "Roar!" The fierce war roar gushed out of the blood lion''s chest. Mlose, whose ears were attached to the former''s trunk, even felt that the roar was similar to the dragon''s roar in the legend. Then, the pain completely paralyzed the spirit''s brain, Lyon''s right fist hit, right on the opponent''s left shoulder of the broken sword! This almost concentrated the whole strength of the knight''s strike, and made the sword move down a large part. As the red liquid burst out from the wound like a fountain and splashed on the attacker''s face, everyone forgot to cheer or scream. They just feel that an invisible hand is gripping their throat and pressing all the sounds back into their lungs."Ah The spirit released by Lyon put down the hammer in his hand. He knelt down on the ground, covered the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand, and screamed heartrendingly. The knight''s attack not only won him the battle, but also left irreparable damage to the enemy''s left arm. If MLOs is not lucky, amputation is very likely. So, is the duel over? Man has won.


    "No Barkm yelled from behind the wall of the duel. Because in the face of kneeling on the ground pain cry of the opponent, Lyon actually, he actually picked up the seed of hatred on the ground! "No!" This is the only thing the elves can do for their generals now. With the blood lion raising the hammer, these elves soldiers have closed their eyes. They can''t bear to see their leaders smashed by their own weapons, which will make them lose the courage to fight again.


    "Hoo Call... " Blood lion, holding up the hammer. His right eye was flooded with sweat, and the slight tingling was uncomfortable. And his left eye, very clearly looking at the opponent kneeling in front of him, watching him scream, watching him bleed. How wonderful! He kneels in front of him now. As long as the hammer falls, there will be one less irritating guy in the world. How wonderful!


    "Hoo Call... " Lyon, hold up the hammer. In spite of the pain, he opened his right eye, which was flooded with sweat. The red blood and the golden hair of mlose were the only two colors he could see. Hammer, fall. Heavy, heavy Hit the ground, only less than a finger away from the head of the elves.


    "Poop." The knight, who released the hammer, sat down on the ground, gasping heavily, watching his opponent carried away by his people for treatment. The fatigue beyond his body''s capacity made his tinnitus and dizzy, and the world became so chaotic in Lyon''s eyes. Win or lose? Life and death? It doesn''t make sense at the moment, it doesn''t make sense. It''s like years ago on that damn battlefield. There''s no point in killing or being killed


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