Ride and Cut

Although the lord doesn't think much of the forest elves, he has to admit that Dominique's interpretation of grudges is also quite different from the mainstream, and he has obviously stepped out of his own way.

Both he and Elizabeth were far better than ordinary high-level swordsmen, and they were exactly two opposite extremes.

The crying bag is as relentless in the use of vindictiveness as if it were splashing water. This is because her spiritual origin is strong enough, and her recovery speed is not so fast, and her strong capital is naturally extraordinarily casual to use.

And Dominic, as a forest elf, also wants that kind of rich origin is purely a daydream.

In fact, this is also a common dilemma faced by swordsmen all over the continent-they are limited by their talents and cannot flood them like Elizabeth. So how to break a limited capital of a copper into two petals is a matter of opinion.

In this regard, the answer given by Dominic is to concentrate and concentrate the vindictiveness as much as possible, and seek higher quality rather than quantity. Those who belong to the theory of "I would rather eat a bite of a good peach than a basket of rotten apricots" take the route of breaking the noodles.

Judging from the actual combat performance, his choice is not completely unreasonable!

Li Cha watched the two long swords sparring sparks in mid-air, and the clinking sound of the swords clashing was continuous, like a rainstorm falling to the ground!

Both sides are still in the trial stage, but the fast-to-quick confrontation is enough to make people dazzled!

It must be admitted that if Dracula hadn't taken advantage of surprise last time, nine out of ten he wouldn't have been Dominic's opponent.

This is a real swordsman, talented, thoughtful, and grounded, and even the lord can't help but love talent a little bit.

But that little thought is also fleeting, and it is insignificant at all in the face of big issues of right and wrong.

"You are a beautiful woman, why should you follow a thief." Li Cha said with emotion.

"What did you say?" Prince Schmidt hurriedly asked.

"I said this kid has two hands."

"Indeed." Ye Yu nodded, "Elf dance swordsmanship, so beautiful and gorgeous martial arts. But it can also take into account practicality. It is indeed the most beautiful elf style."

Li Cha scoffed at this, "For a martial skill, the only commendable attribute is practicality. The first thing about sword dancing is beauty and magnificence. It can only be said to be 'considerable' for practicality, which is the biggest failure in itself."

"But otherwise, is it still called an elf?"

"You can't say that." Li Cha said while looking at the situation on the field, "The forest elves are used to living a peaceful life in the Hengduan Forest, so there are so many outdated things. On the contrary, other elves who are in a difficult situation have been taught to be pragmatic by life, and in my opinion are more successful than them."

He also has a few prairie elves and rangers under his command, but they don't have so many sour problems.

When it's time to sap, administer anesthesia, and tease her feet, she is unambiguous at all, and she is trusted by the lord.

"I said you are not in a hurry at all!" Prince Schmidt wiped his palms vigorously on the dress, leaving two sweaty palm prints.

There was fine sweat all over his forehead, probably not just because of the hot weather.

If Pompeii really lost to the forest elves today, he would have no face to face the cynicism of the world.

"I can't lose." The lord laughed.

Elizabeth is taking advantage of the newly formed "wind force" to continuously blow half-moon-shaped wind blades towards her opponent, using her fighting spirit like magic.

In terms of the level of both sides, the power of these wind blades is really not very good. Dominique's highly condensed flame grudge continued to pierce the wind blade like a steel needle piercing straw paper!

But the number of wind blades that can't stand it is too many, and it is almost suffocating. If you change to a swordsman with a slightly inferior level of martial arts, I'm afraid he will have explained it long ago!

Dominique is considered to be a master with two brushes, but he is struggling to survive.

However, it is not difficult for a discerning person to see that the current situation is already very unfavorable to him. If this continues, defeat is only a matter of time.

"Drink!" Dominic's veins popped on both sides of his eyes, and he let out a low growl with his mouth open!

Obviously, he also knew that he was in a bad situation, and he began to hope that he could use his ultimate move to finish his work in one battle and directly solve his opponent.

There was a bright and blazing blade on his long sword, which even distorted his vision slightly! After that, the whole person seemed to be drained dry, and his standing was a little unstable.

With Dominique's vindictiveness, the power of this blade can be imagined!

Beside Elizabeth, the wind has reached the point of almost berserk. Even the hard granite ground is occasionally cut into deep cracks by the wind blade!

Elizabeth held the long sword flat, and slowly stabbed at the edge. From the moment of contact, the sword body began to shatter inch by inch under the blade light! No matter how the wind howls, how the vindictiveness surges, it won't help!

"It's over!" Prince Schmidt took a deep breath and grabbed Richard's sleeve, "Hurry up and save people first!"

"Look carefully." The lord said helplessly.

Although the power of the blade light is astonishing, it is not endless after all. After destroying most of the long swords, they finally exhausted all their power and could no longer advance an inch.

From the visual effect point of view, it is indeed very thrilling - only a little bit can hurt Elizabeth's finger, just a little bit, but it is a pity that this little bit is so far away!

"you lose."

The situation was clear at a glance, Elizabeth obviously still had some strength left, and Dominic was having a hard time just standing.

"I lost." The elf swordsman smiled miserably.

He has shown his highest level, but a loss is a loss, irrefutable.

The scarf that Elizabeth used to cover her limbs suddenly split into two pieces, and one of them didn't react, and was already swept into the wind and flew into the distance.

The eight short limbs on both sides of her head are completely exposed to the air, not only does it not look ugly, but it adds a different kind of fierce demeanor. Surrounded by the strong wind, it looks like a demon!

That blade light was not useless, at least with the last remaining strength, it cut the turban.

The howling wind hadn't stopped completely, Elizabeth stood in the eye of the wind and reached out to touch her head, then turned her head and said innocently to Li Cha: "It fell, what should I do?"

"You little lover can do it!" Ye Yu shook the lord vigorously, but was more excited than him, "It's so cool, so cool."

For a while, the field was so quiet.

The performance of the two swordsmen has somewhat broken through the upper limit of ordinary people's cognition of grudges.

In comparison, Elizabeth's heterogeneous identity is nothing at all.

"How could you lose! You have read the Handbook of the Juggernaut!"

Li Cha saw that in the eyes of Eragon, an old vegetable gang, there was a deep sense of disbelief and doubt about life, which made him so happy that he couldn't help himself.

"Her fighting spirit is stronger than mine." Dominique shook his head lightly, "The skills are inferior to others, so I have nothing to say."