The Defeated Dragon

Hey!

Dangdang!

The knight rifle cast by steel, accompanied by the impact of two elite land knights, was bent and deformed. Every time an impact rubs out of Mars and makes a harsh sound, it seems to break at any time.

Even if there is no break, the two long guns are on the verge of scrapping and need to be recast.

The temperament of the Liszt fire attribute is like the **** of war in the flame; the temperament of the Marcus wind attribute is like a cloud of drifting.

Lace and Rondo are watching from a distance. They see the collision of flames and clouds.

The clouds are defensive, the flames are offensive, and the sky is burning clouds.

"Marcus is an elite land knight, the baron adults do not fall into the wind, every time the charge can suppress Marcus, can't believe it!" Longdo stunned.

Lace smiled: "I know that the Baron is very strong. I can't take him when I charge, but I didn't expect it to be so strong. Even Marcus is not his opponent."

"Maybe, this is talent." Rondo sighed. "The Earl of the Pioneer pioneered the coral island foundation. This is a talented knight, his blood, Sir Levis, Baron Livella, and Litton. Talent. The worst was the Baron, and I didn’t expect the Baron to be a thick man."

"Maybe it’s also an effort to see the Baron adults practicing vindictiveness on the racecourse every morning."

When the two talked about each other, they looked at each other and tried their best. The people who are more talented than you are still working harder than you, there is nothing to say.

At this time, I saw only two people in the distance and launched the sixth charge.

The flame is still fierce, but the clouds are gradually thinner. The moment the knight's long gun hits, the violent bursting flame, defeats the thin cloud in one fell swoop. A black, yellow and two horses were interlaced. Marcus's figure flew up from the horse's back and fell heavily on the ground. His knight's rifle was broken into two.

expensive!

The dragon horse raised its front hoof and sang high.

Liszt held the curved knight's rifle in one hand, and his chest continued to undulate, and he rushed six times in a row. Rao was the physique of the elite land knight and felt great exhaustion.

But his spirit was invigorated, and he gasped and said: "Mr. Marcus, I won."

Marcus climbed up from the ground, and there was an instant confusion. Then his eyes calmed down and he gasped. "The strength of the adult has exceeded my imagination. Although the experience of the charge is not enough, the only thing left is the grinding of time. I hope that from now on, victory will always be with you!"

"I take advantage of the horses." Liszt said humble.

"Even if I don't have a dragon horse, I will stick to it soon. My total amount of vindictiveness is far behind you." When he said this, he seemed to think of something, opened his mouth and swallowed his stomach - he probably wanted to ask Li Si Especially has become an elite land knight.

Marcus did not ask, Liszt did not intend to say.

Turning over and dismounting, he gestured to take away the damaged knight's rifle from the knight and said to Marcus: "I have already proved the strength of the battlefield charge, but I hope to work with Marcus teacher and use a long sword tomorrow. "The charge is more of a fight, and the sword fight is more dependent on fighting skills."

Marcus nodded: "It's better to change to the evening, I can regain my anger in the evening, I need to go out to sea tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

During the talk, Rondo and Rase have come over and congratulated Liszt.

After this war, Liszt has understood the gap between the land knight and the elite land knight. With reference to the strength of Marcus, he has a clear understanding of the strength of the two: "I have a battle with Marcus teacher, I feel A lot, you can always ask Marcus in the future."

"Yes, Baron!"

"Go with a cup of tea together." Liszt took the lead to the apple tree, and the servant quickly put on four cups of milk tea, which was milk tea brewed with fresh milk.

Nowadays, dairy cows have a strong milk production and can produce several barrels a day.

In addition to serving the banquet every day, and Liszt personal drinking, will also reward the Cavaliers to train serious children, each with a cup of fresh milk. In this way, there is still a lot of milk left every day, and the serfs on the dairy farm will mix with flour and milk to make dry milk powder.

The original dry milk powder was collected by the Tulip Fort. The current dry milk powder naturally enters the castle of Liszt and is stored.

Whether it is the production of milk in the off-season to eat or sell, it is an income.

......

In the afternoon, the sun came out for a short while, then retracted, and then began to go down the snow.

This situation will last for the whole winter.

With the nutritional supply of milk tea, Marcus's vindictive recovery speed is faster than expected, so the actual combat of the sword will be held in advance.

Liszt did not use the red blood sword, using the red blood sword, it is estimated that it can directly crush Marcus.

He chose a steel sword, a two-handed sword, and Marcus was the same equipment - but Liszt still wore a Warcraft leather armor, and Marcus could only wear ordinary leather armor.

The lords and followers must not enjoy the same treatment.

No nonsense.

There is no more onlookers for Rondo and Rase.

The two were in the depths of the racecourse, facing the flying goose and snow, both with swords against the attack. Liszt, who is inspirational to become the sword of the flames, will not be in the midst of this kind of training. Do not be as arrogant as money, and it is as if you want to do your best.

"Dragon fly!"

Hey, the steel sword in his hand spurs upwards, and a flame spurs, as if the fire dragon is flying.

"Wind whirlpool!" Marcus turned the steel sword, vindictive, accompanied by the agitation of the sword, forming a whirlpool, directly engulfing Liszt's flames.

Dangdang!

The long steel sword with the fire attribute attached to the vindictive spirit was hit by Marcus's long sword. The wind attribute that was still entangled was violent, and it was released instantly. He almost hit Liszt’s long sword.

Grasping hard, you can grasp it.

"call!"

"so close!"

Liszt's palms sweat, the feeling of sword fighting is completely different from the charge. Marcus in front of him is like a hedgehog. The defense is strict and there is nowhere to go. If he takes time, he will stab him and let him twist.

So the two of you come to me and fight more than twenty times.

No one can help.

Marcus's experience is old, the defense is the main, and the sneak attack is supplemented. Every time it is attacked at the moment when Liszt's new and old two fighters are connected, so that he can't tell the uncomfortable.

However, Liszt has a strong capital, a large amount of vindictiveness, and a quick recovery rate, barely supporting it.

A fierce, an old.

The number of fights went straight for more than 30 times, and then the two men’s vindictiveness could not keep up with the consumption. After ten more attacks, they finally became a tie.

Both of them squatted on the steel sword and gasped in the heavy snow.

"Mr. Marcus, you let me?" Liszt suddenly asked, with his almost zero sword fighting experience, can support a draw with Marcus, some exaggeration.

Before the sword fight, he was very proud and thought that Marcus was solved within ten minutes.

At the beginning of the fight, Marcus sneaked into a few sneak peeks, fearing that one was not careful, he was killed by Marcus.

After lasting, I found myself unable to marcus, but Marcus’s counterattack was no longer sharp. It seemed that there was no room for him to fight back, so he was deadlocked.

He felt that Marcus had put water in the late game.

But Marcus was shaking his head, and he continued to gasp and let him talk intermittently: "Ten times before the fight, adults...the adults attack too fiercely, leaving no room, I do have...the chance to defeat the adults. But the progress of the adults is amazing. When I got to the back, I wanted to find a chance to attack, I couldn’t find it."

"Is it?" Liszt felt that his waist was not sour, his legs were not hurting, and he was still calm when he gasped - it was an amazing genius!