"Clay...more?" The corners of Haimir's eyes twitched, and nearly two hundred people in the audience fell silent.
The sun shines on the sword blade, reflecting silvery white light.
"You guy..." His hands were trembling, and his eyes were filled with anger.
As a great swordsman, he colludes with these people? No, he even helped the Lamanite nobles. All the things unilaterally formed an answer in Haimir's mind. Although it was conjecture, at this moment he did not have the calmness to think about the truth.
People instinctively dislike those they think are cheating others. Among religions, heretics of the same faith are always more detestable than pure pagans; and on ethnic issues, those who marry foreigners are more likely to be persecuted than pure foreigners.
When you are considered to have a certain identity and belong to a certain group, but your actions are different from the mainstream of the group, you will be marked as a traitor.
An intellectualist caught in the middle of a bunch of religious fanatics will not end well.
Henry didn't even speak, he just drew his sword. Many people present have already made their own answers based on their appearance.
Humans have always been like this.
There are two distinct opposing groups, the great swordsman and the dragon-winged knight.
Although the sage holds a sword, he does not belong to any of them. But after both parties saw him pull out the sword, they skipped the verification stage and subjectively gave him a definition.
Hostility began to fill the air, facing Henry unabashedly.
"Stay back." The sage waved his hand towards Mira. The Luoan girl nodded knowingly and then pulled Galeva and the little unicorn back together.
"Oh..." Dragon Wing Knight's adjutant Sig made a sound that meant "as expected".
Many of the great swordsmen stared at him with angry expressions.
In just an instant, just pulling out Kramer had such an effect.
He obviously expected this because he was Henry. But he still drew his sword.
Because of the sage.
He also has a temper.
"--" The sole of the boot rubbed against the ground, and then at lightning speed, the Montanti in Hymir's hand struck directly at Henry's head.
"Huh--" The sage turned sideways to dodge it without even looking, but Heimir, who had had experience in fighting, had already predicted Henry's dodge. As if it was a continuation of that day's battle, he thrust his sword forward immediately after the angry slash.
The essence of Northern Great Sword sword skills.
Iron Butterfly.
Originally, it was a technique of fighting one enemy against many, using inertia and agile arms and steps to perfectly utilize the cutting ability and length of the sword, and suppress the enemy with complex and changeable sword flowers.
And when faced with only one opponent, it becomes a skill that continuously approaches, making the opponent unable to resist and falling into the control of one's own rhythm, and finally solves it beautifully.
If Kramer is described as the lily of the valley, Suomir's national flower, then the Iron Butterfly is just like its name, just like a colorful butterfly sitting on this flower.
It is the supreme skill among the sword skills of the great sword. Although the great sword can also use conventional sword skills and is powerful, this is the only one.
This is the only one.
It is specially made for big swords.
Haimir had no reservations. After considering him a traitor in his heart, he tried his best to kill him quickly from the beginning.
The queen and the archbishop covered their mouths, while the dragon-winged knights looked on with cold eyes and even looked a little sarcastic and gloating. The great swordsmen watched all this angrily and silently.
"Whoosh--whoosh--" As the most skilled swordsman among this group of people, Heimir controlled the distance very well. He kept changing his attacks from the top, middle and bottom. At the same time, he pressed hard with his pace, making Henry unable to even lift his sword.
"This man is finished. The great swordsman used Iron Butterfly first." The pale-faced Dragon Wing Commander Mainisto came to a direct conclusion, although he speculated that Henry's swordsmanship was not bad either. But it is extremely important to have a head start in something like this. When encountering a master like this, someone has mastered the rhythm and cannot even lift the sword.
It's like walking on a tightrope, unable to fight back and can only keep dodging the deadly blades.
The end result will only be to be killed with a sword while seizing the opportunity.
Galeva looked very worried. After all, after traveling together for so many days, they became acquaintances, not just friends.
"Be careful!" The voice was from the little princess Lola. The Queen and her three others were also worried about Henry. After all, he was still considered their benefactor.
But her presence was almost nothing more than a vase, and none of those who had mastered the force would obey their wishes. The queen and the archbishop also knew everything.
Powerless people in power.
They wanted to prevent this conflict, but none of their subordinates, who regarded the other party as an enemy, listened.
"咻-呲呲-" The swing of the iron butterfly lasted for half a minute. Henry was still dodging unilaterally, and Kramer still didn't lift up.
"It's over..." The queen couldn't bear to look back, but at this moment, she and Archbishop Roman next to her saw Mira's expression.
During their brief chat together, they had learned about their master-disciple relationship.
But in this situation, the Luoan girl only had a calm look on her face.
It seemed as if the person who was about to be killed was not her teacher, but an unrelated stranger - no, even if a stranger was killed like this, she should have some sympathy. Bar.
"What a cruel and heartless girl..." They came to their own conclusions, and as always, unsurprisingly, they were wrong.
Mira was indifferent.
But this is not callousness.
They don’t understand Henry, and they don’t understand Mira. I just came to a conclusion based on my own unilateral wishful thinking.
The relationship between the two has always been innocent. If there is anything in Suomir, which is known as a fairy tale but is actually so cruel and heartbreaking, that is as pure and beautiful as a fairy tale at this moment——
Then it should exist between these two people.
Unreserved, resolute, and indomitable.
trust.
"It's over." The Luoan girl said softly.
"Huh——" After dodging the seventh sword, Henry breathed out: "Dang Cang——!!"
Then the sparks danced wildly.
"Uh-huh -" Then without anyone seeing clearly what was happening, Haimir leaned back with his head sprayed with nosebleeds and then took several steps back.
"Ka-" He stepped back and distanced himself, then stuck the Montanti sword on the ground and covered his bleeding nose with his free hand.
"...Weight ball?" Someone among the sluggish swordsmen called out this sentence.
The whole place fell silent.
The Iron Butterfly Sword Flower was being swung at high speed, with Hymir strictly controlling the attack distance and guarding against Henry suddenly raising his sword?
The young swordsman was on guard against him raising Claymore and attacking with the blade, so he always maintained a fighting distance where he could use the longer Montanti to attack the opponent, but Henry was unable to counterattack.
But he bypassed all of this.
He broke through the iron butterfly that Suomir's great swordsmen were proud of, and then he didn't even swing his sword normally. Instead, he closed the distance and hit the bridge of Hymir's nose with a half-sword weighted ball.
——How did this happen?
His nose was bleeding, his face was numb from the pain of the heavy blow, and Hemir's eyes were also affected and began to ooze tears. His vision became blurry, but the sage did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, he took back Claymer lightly and approached step by step with the tip of his sword hanging down.
The sun at noon is high at the top. Due to the position of the sun, it is impossible to perform the technique of dazzling the opponent with your back to the light source. This is the point at which environmental factors are fairest, and thus the point at which many duels will take place.
Kramer reflected the sun's rays, dazzling and bright, while Henry slowly approached Hymel. Everyone in the audience held their breath, even the Dragon Wing Knights who were originally mocking.
"Uh-huh -" The young sword mercenary rubbed his eyes for a long time, and his blurred vision finally recovered.
"How did you do that-" He shut his mouth before he could finish his words.
The other person's aura has changed.
Perhaps because of the arrogance caused by the previous fight with him who had nothing in his hand, Heimir missed all this, but the pain of being hit by the weighted ball at this moment made him sober.
The so-called supreme state of a swordsman is that the sword in his hand is like an arm.
is real.
Compared with this mysterious statement, the real situation is actually much simpler.
“Let the praise of God be exalted in their mouths, and a two-edged sword in their hands.”
"One blade defeats the enemy, and one blade alerts oneself."
You can always see a sense of fear in novices who hold swords, and they are not confident about their inability to master the weapon in their hands.
Even if someone has reached the level of skill of Hymir, if he is not careful, he can still hurt himself with the sword in his hand.
This danger is what keeps swordsmen vigilant. If you lose it, you will only die early.
But if you can't overcome the fear of the weapon in your hand, you will definitely not be able to wield it at will.
The so-called arm-like command is actually a kind of familiarity that has reached the level of proficiency.
I am already familiar with all the details of the sword in my hand as if it is a part of my own body, so I am not afraid of it. When I swing it, I don't need to think about the possibility of hurting myself if the posture of the strike is wrong.
"Who are you..." Hemir raised his sword again, and Henry took a breath when he saw him recover.
Then.
Disappeared in place.
"Bang!!!" Sand and dust rose up, leaving a deep footprint on the ground where he disappeared.
"What——" "Dang!!! Clang——" The speed of the sage was like lightning, and Haimir only had time to raise the Montanti in his hand to block the blow.
"Cough——" The whole sword was trembling, as if it was hit by a siege ram. The vibration was transmitted to Hymir's hands, making his mouth sore. "Ho-" He reacted immediately and wanted to dodge sideways and attack Henry from another direction, but the sage had already moved away before that.
"Dang!!" The second attack came, and the interval was so short that there was no time to even take a breath.
There was a chip on Montanti's blade.
But Hymir, who was in a panic, could not notice all this.
"Cha-cha--" Sparks flew as the two big swords met. Hymir was at a disadvantage, so he chose to take advantage of the trend and point the sword downwards, hoping that Henry's big sword would slide away to reveal a gap for attack.
But the sage's movements changed smoothly. He followed the chopping movement and turned around, and then followed.
Stand firm on your left foot.
"Iron Butterfly——"
"Boom——" "Bang——dang——clang——"
Under the dazzling sunlight, Kramer's sword blade truly formed wings of steel.
Because the speed is so fast, human eyes can't keep up with the reaction, so it seems to be connected together.
"Dang! Ding——!" There are more and more gaps in Montanti's body.
"Ho--" There were more and more beads of sweat on Haimir's face. He walked backwards and within two minutes, the positions of the two of them were reversed.
But unlike the sage, he had no way to fight back.
"Hiss—" Haimir's steps were messed up, his center of gravity was disordered, and he only wanted to escape from this deadly steel flying butterfly.
"Huh-" Henry breathed out. He noticed this, then lowered his focus and raised his left foot.
Then.
A sword thrust out.
"Bang!"
"咻咻咻咻—take it!!" The broken blade of the great sword flew out in a swirl, and then was inserted into the ground in front of the great swordsmen.
The scarred Montanti defended his master until the end.
"Ha--" Holding Montanti with only the hilt left in his hand, Haimir's eyes widened, breathing heavily like a fish out of water, but he still felt that he couldn't get oxygen.
"Ha--" His legs gave way and he fell to the ground, and all the muscles in his body began to ache. This two- or three-minute fight almost exhausted all his energy. Once I kneel now, I can never stand up again.
Henry's big sword was lying in front of him. The young swordsman's hair was soaked and stuck to his head, and his face was pale due to lack of oxygen.
Clouds drifted across the sky, briefly blocking the sun's rays.
Kramer no longer reflected the dazzling sunlight, and the texture on its blade was like the flowing water of the Suomir Mountains.
"The Only God Comes Again——"
The Queen and the Archbishop were stunned. Weimar and Sig were also stunned. But the one who suffered the biggest impact was Heimir who knelt down in front of the sword blade.
Kramer has a lot of them.
Kramer only had one.
For example, the king's clothes will be imitated by ministers, and the weapons of advanced countries will also be used by other countries.
All the reasons why Kramer insists on retaining this shape and retaining this name.
The distinctive inverted V handguard is retained.
Just to imitate it.
The sword held in the man's hand.
Named hope, future, and indestructible by the people.
A great sword that can cut everything.
"The one who holds it is the pride of our nation."
"He, he, we hope, day and night."
"I hope to see his indestructible arm."
"Breaking out of the permafrost again."
"He who bears the name of miracles."
"Hold the sword, hold Kramer."
"Give hope to this country again."
"Because he is the one who bears the name of miracles."
"Hemelning Heinzwom——" He trembled all over and stretched out his hand to Henry, while the queen looked back at the archbishop beside her with a dull expression.
"I wait, are you hallucinating because of this ghost festival?"
"Why, why here."
"Someone who died two hundred years ago will appear——"
