Volume 3: The Ravager Chapter 180: "Scared Face"

The handsome young man's face changed, Du Dian forced him with chivalry, and he really had no reason to back down. Although he is an aristocrat, his knighthood is only his gilded book, but he can obtain this status through various tests, and he still possesses some chivalry spirit. At this moment, in the eyes of the public, let him justify his clever tongue, and others will do the same. Think that you are afraid!

A burst of anger suddenly surged in his heart, and just as he was about to agree, the girl next to him suddenly said: "Vikander is just a guest who came to congratulate, there is no reason for the guest to end in person, you men will inevitably be hurt, if he hurts him , it will inevitably be a little rude."

Seeing that the girl cleverly caught the words, Du Di'an narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Well, since even a beautiful lady like you can see that he will be injured by me, there is really no need to learn from each other. , after all, to add to the fun, you also need a relationship, if you beat him one-sidedly, you will lose your demeanor." As he spoke, the corner of his mouth tickled slightly, revealing a faint sarcastic arc.

He turned his back to the other nobles at the moment, and no one noticed the change in his expression.

The handsome young man 'Vikander', the girl and others could see clearly, the girl frowned, and just as she was about to speak again, Vikander suddenly snorted and said, "Since you are so confident, I would like to learn from you. , Is the hunter really as powerful as the rumors say?"

Du Dian waved his hand, shook his head and said, "No, lest I hurt you, this lady can see that you are not against me, why are you trying to be strong?"

The girl frowned. She wanted to excuse Vikander, but she didn't expect her words to become the handle of Du Di'an's current attack, which made Vikander difficult to ride.

"Whether you can win, you can only know if you compare it." Vikander's eyes surged with murderous intent, and said, "It's just to cheer up the Fulin patriarch. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Du Dian shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of hurting you and sweeping your face."

"Since it's a fight, it's natural to be injured, but you should be careful." Vikander slowly held the rapier at his waist, pulled it out inch by inch, and said coldly, "Get ready to start!"

"Master, no!" A middle-aged knight at the back hurriedly stopped him in a low voice.

Vikander's face sank, and he said, "Don't stop me!"

The middle-aged knight glanced at him and sighed, knowing that he was by no means impulsive, but was forced into a situation where he had to fight by the younger boy opposite, and he couldn't help hating Du Dian in his heart.

The girl next to her saw this, sighed, took a deep look at Du Dian, took a few steps back, and came to the edge of the hall under the protection of the Mel family knights behind her to avoid accidental injury.

The smile on Du Di'an's face slowly subsided, looked at him quietly, and made a gentleman's gesture: "Please!"

Vikander saw a hole in his armpit, and with a low voice, he suddenly stood up and stabbed with his sword.

With a swoosh, Du Dian, who had just made the gesture, swayed suddenly, as fast as an afterimage, bypassing Vikander's sword, and approaching him with a stride, his eyes met. Vikander's pupils tightened. Although he expected the hunter's physique to be extraordinary, he didn't expect to exceed himself by so much. He was about to swing his sword to block, but saw Du Dian's palm quickly slammed.

With a crisp snap, Vikander's body took a few steps back in a row, his feet staggered, and he almost fell, his neck twisted slightly to the side, and his fair complexion suddenly turned slightly rosy, just a ruddy outline, but a slap mark. .

"Bold!!" The middle-aged knight watching from behind hurriedly rushed out, stopped in front of Vikander, pulled out his sword and pointed at Du Dian angrily, shouting: "Damn civilians, don't kneel!"

Du Dian said quickly: "Are you okay, are you okay, are you injured?"

Vikander, who was dizzy for a while, came back to his senses, and only felt the burning pain on his cheeks. At this moment, when he heard Du Dian's words, a burst of anger went straight to his forehead. When he turned around, he was about to scold, but when he saw Du Dian, he almost spurted out. A mouthful of blood.

I saw Du Dian holding his palm,

Looking at the five fingers with concern, worry and seriousness, he repeatedly said, "Did it hurt you, does it hurt? I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you suffer like this."

What is provocation?

What is bullying?

Vikander only felt that the lobes of his lungs were about to burst with anger, especially when he saw the stunned eyes of various nobles and their children behind Du Di'an, he only felt that his whole body was boiling. Although there was no mirror, he could imagine what he was like at the moment. embarrassed, embarrassing.

"Kill, kill him!!" Vikander gritted his teeth and roared in anger.

Hearing the words, the middle-aged knight clenched his sword tightly, stared at Du Dian with cold eyes, and suddenly stepped closer, the long sword swept continuously, as fast as a streamer, and even the shadow of the sword left behind could be seen in the air.

Du Di'an's eyes narrowed, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged knight's physique was not trivial, it should be close to the physique of an intermediate hunter, but he didn't know if there were any demon marks in his body.

Thinking of this, he decided to fight quickly, his body continuously retreated, and he suddenly raised his hand to feint, but the real move was to raise his foot to sweep away.

The middle-aged knight's long sword slashed at Du Dian's wrist. He didn't expect Du Dian to stop halfway, but he was extremely experienced. He quickly thought that the ultimate move must be the opposite of feint attack. This idea passed through his mind almost instantly, and his lower body instinctively retreated. Go, dodge Du Di'an's kick in a thrilling way.

Du Di'an missed a hit, not stunned, but quickly bullied him and raised his hand to squeeze his arm.

"Open for me!" The middle-aged knight's arm shook, trying to block Du Dian's five fingers, but the next moment he felt severe pain from the pinched part of his arm, as if it was pierced by a few sharp thorns, and he couldn't help but turn pale with fright , raise your other hand to make a clearance.

Du Di'an responded quickly, grabbed his other hand with his right hand, pointed his toes a little, raised his head and slammed into his nose.

With a bang, the middle-aged knight's head fell back, and his nosebleed spurted out. Du Dian took this opportunity to raise his right hand and slammed it on the elbow of his pinched arm. There was a clear and crisp sound. The arm suddenly bent down in a terrifying posture.

The middle-aged knight screamed, his palms loosened in pain, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The other three knights did not expect their captain to be defeated in a single confrontation, and hurriedly drew their swords and rushed up.

Du Dian punched out his left hand, hit his chest, and knocked the middle-aged knight flying. He turned around and looked coldly at the three knights who rushed over. The cold killing intent in his eyes was like an unstoppable beast, which made the three knights live. He stopped, clenched his saber, and looked at Du Dian with a trembling face.

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