Knight of the Light

At the moment of the impact, there was a chirping sound.

Powell was hit by two or three meters and quickly bounced off. He found that the wooden sword in his hand was broken due to the impact, and even his tiger's mouth was bleeding. But the boy on the opposite side did not have any fart, at most it was a wooden shield broken, and he changed it.

The old knight also said happyly: "Her Hugo, you and your servants are different, and you can have some advanced training. I think this opponent is just right for you, allowing you to stay close to actual combat and accelerate your ascent.

Speed ​​up? Really take me as a companion.

The attendant gave Powell another wooden sword. He shook his head and was completely enraged by the impact. He pulled out the sword that he carried with him and rushed to Zhou Qingfeng in anger, his blade split, and his blade broke.

A layer of white light is attached to the edge of the blade, which is a characteristic of a good adventurer to release his power.

The old knight exclaimed, "Stop it." Zhou Qingfeng also felt killing, and Han Mao stood up. Perceivable improvement brought forward response, and the moment Powell drew his knife, he quickly evaluated the opponent's attack intention.

Eyes, brains, hands and feet, coordinate quickly and make a consistent response.

If in the past, Zhou Qingfeng would only have to wait for the blade to cut his neck before responding. But even if there is a reaction, it often makes mistakes because of too much confusion. But at this moment he was extremely coordinated.

The opponent pulled the knife, the boy Han Mao stood up, and immediately felt; the opponent chopped, he had several more responses in his mind; the opponent was pressing, but he was still a little flustered.

Experience is still insufficient.

But actual combat can make up.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped back quickly to avoid the opponent's blade. Immediately following Powell's anger, he drew back again and again, and opened his distance to deal with the next attack.

The old knight kept ordering and pulled out his knight sword. The boy shouted after taking three steps in a row: "Don't move, I'll do it myself."

For three consecutive swords, the blade must be detached from the blade and turned into a shining blade. This looks like a warrior ’s “lifting slash” or a paladin ’s “breaking evil cut”. In short, it is a powerful attack method.

Only three swords failed to hit the target, Powell had to stop and re-evaluate the opponent's strength. Just now all his attacks were determined to be obtained, but the boy on the opposite side seemed to have the ability to foresee, and always dodged immediately after he started.

"This is a non-human being. Normal humans cannot have this beast-like intuition." Three powerful attacks gave Powell a certain amount of physical strength. He now began to believe that he was facing a terrible opponent.

"No wonder Fabro said there are demons in this village. Not demons, how can there be such agile skill?" Powell was fully absorbed, and his enthusiasm for the mission made him forget, and there was only one thought in his mind, "I must kill the demons."

A single strike is faster and more ill than the previous three.

Zhou Qingfeng avoided three times in a row, but this time he met the enemy and blocked with a wooden sword in his hand.

At this moment, Powell released all the power accumulated in his chest and lungs. The truth in his eyes was that he firmly believed that his powerful blow would definitely cut off a small wooden sword, and then chop the young demon under the sword. "Death!"

The burst of drinking shakes the eardrums and horrifies the weak. Many young rookie attendants were scared back and forth. Even the old knight Naser who watched the game was very surprised, he randomly selected an adventurer to train Zhou Qingfeng, and actually picked a master.

But with this blow, outsiders couldn't interfere, and even Sheryl's reminder was meaningless. Only Zhou Qingfeng can cope. He didn't retreat, he blocked his sword with a sword.

Powell's sword radiated light, and Zhou Qingfeng's wooden sword also had a sharp light blade. A thin, narrow light blade preempted and hit the sword. The blade of the sword is cut like a piece of paper, divided into two broken sections.

A blade in front detached and flew a distance of more than ten meters, hitting the wooden stand next to the training ground. The wooden frame was slammed to the ground immediately. However, the sword body was greatly reduced, and the momentum and intensity of the chopping fell like a cliff.

Zhou Qingfeng used a wooden sword, but he severed his opponent's weapon, pointing his sword at his throat. As long as he gives it away gently, the opponent's throat will have to make a big opening Powell's body is stiff, maintaining the awkward posture that he can't cut with a knife.

Lost

Powell took a sigh of relief, his gray face turning red. He looked up, stared at the point of the sword that persecuted his throat, and looked at the boy who was sneering at him.

The old knight hurried to catch up from behind, first staring at Powell fiercely, and then looking at Zhou Qingfeng with pride. He snatched the sword from Powell's hand, and touched the smooth fracture, guessing what was going on when he was frightened?

"Congratulations, Your Excellency Hugo. I am pleased with your progress." The old knight threw a broken knife and whispered back to Powell: "What did you just want to do? Kill our sir?"

Powell was kicked by the old knight, but breathed a sigh of relief. He was stunned at the broken knife that was thrown on the ground. Although this knife was not a magic weapon, it was also a rare good knife, but was cut by a wooden sword of the young demon.

No, it's not a wooden sword.

The light blade just now seems to be a psionic energy, with super strong penetrating and cutting properties. This is by no means an ordinary person's ability.

"Sure enough, he is the wicked King of the Black Forest. I really underestimate this level of demons. The other party might be above me, but just pretend to be a boy and play with me."

The old knight's fury made Powell think he had been spotted. His mind was spinning at a high speed, and he was hesitating to turn around and flee for more partners, or to fight for his life.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, grabbed the old knight, didn't care, "Don't worry, I have the bottom of my heart. Since it's hard-fighting training, naturally I need to find a tough guy. Lord Naser, when you train us It's just not cruel enough. "

The old knight looked ugly, staring at Zhou Qingfeng for a few moments, and seemed to receive some kind of information. He also knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to face life and death, so he was angry and pointed out that Zhou Qingfeng had just dealt with the errors and omissions.

"Her Hugo, your physical fitness is already amazing, but your skills need strengthening."

In short, Zhou Qingfeng has good physical fitness and can practice too little.

Powell's expression changed, and he had not decided what to do. He had thought that he had just shown his intentions, but he just had to let go. But the old knight turned to Professor Zhou Qingfeng for the details of the fight and ignored him.

Didn't this demon find me unusual.

Powell's mind re-emerged that the evil King of the Black Forest had already met and had some knowledge of its strength. The next step was to call his companions to massacre them.

There is no need to pay particular attention to the morality of this evil leader. It's better to find more people to join. I think it may be time to stay useful and make strategic transitions.

It was only that the old knight Naser taught a few words, turned his head and asked the attendant to hand Powell a set of swords and shields, and drove him to feed Master Zhou.

Still playing?

Powell's mind went back and forth, not knowing what to do. He bowed his head slightly and said: "Her Hugo, I'm here to apply for a patrol."

"I think you are good, now you should be a training assistant." Zhou Qingfeng did not give the other party a chance to quit, "I and my guards need training, and Lord Naser cannot be with us every day. So you Existence is still necessary.

You were just a few simple and fierce, very good. I can feel a strong sense of crisis in life, which is exactly what a teaching assistant should have. "

"Is this demon boasting that I am terrible, or not terrible enough?"

If it was torn face, Powell felt like he was dead. But now there seems to be a way to live, and he can't refuse that Uncle Zhou really took him as an assistant coach and trained him to fight combat skills very seriously.

Regardless of hand to hand or sword, if you want to kill effectively, you need to pay attention to hard work and hand-eye coordination and other skills. It's as if ordinary people can only beat Wang Baquan, but professional boxers can combine strength and skill to one dozen.

Powell converged to kill in the next training, more observation. But the work of the sparring is all day long. In addition to accompanying Zhou Qingfeng, he is also responsible for teaching the rookie guards. At night he had a rest.

"It's so exhausting. That demon boy has such good physical strength. He can never stop practicing." When Powell dragged his tired body into the house arranged for him, he was so tired that he ran away. No.

If you knew that Zhou Qingfeng passed the constant law and had physical strength like a werewolf, Powell would be afraid to jump and scold his mother immediately. When he entered the bedroom, he found that it was a double room, and the Robin who came with him was sitting in front of the oil lamp foolishly.

The spy Robin saw Powell, and both sides seemed to see loved ones. The former asked pitifully: "Are you going well this day?"

Powell fell on the wooden bed, soft hands and feet, shaking his head tiredly, "I successfully mixed into the core of the village and met the demon himself. But the situation is through. What about you?"

Robin yelled, "I was deceived."

"Tricked? Who was tricked?"

"Not fooled."

"What else can you be deceived?"

"Being a horse."