Chapter 126 Three Swords

This time, Harold did not roll towards me like a chariot, but slowly walked towards me step by step.

The pace is steady and powerful. With every step, the tamped ground will tremble slightly, as if being bombarded by boulders.

Seeing Harold getting closer, I also felt increasing pressure. This feeling of being overwhelmed was exactly the same as when I met the boss before.

Less than two meters apart, Harold finally stopped and stood. He slowly raised his sword with both hands, high above his head. The white light was bright and majestic. Then, with a twist of his wrist, the sword blade slashed down on my head.

The wind howled and the momentum was horrifying. My eyes suddenly shrank, as if I was facing a formidable enemy. I swung my Zumatachi sword across my hand and forced it in front of the sword. When the two soldiers collided, I felt a huge momentum coming, as if The falling boulder was heavy and irresistible. Subconsciously, I tilted my wrist slightly and tried to tilt it down as much as possible.

The two-handed sword came menacingly and violently. The huge force passed by the slanted edge of the Zanmatada sword in one breath and hit the ground hard, half an inch into the ground.

And my body also forcibly retreated a step back in an instant, and then the remaining power of the huge force was completely wiped out.

"What a powerful force!" I exclaimed in shock: "What kind of combat skill is this?"

Before I could regain my stance, the two-handed sword whizzed towards me again, this time with a horizontal slash.

The material of the two-handed sword is extraordinary, and the sword's power is fast and fierce. If I block it forcefully, I'm afraid that the zanmatachi that old Patch gave me won't be able to hold on. It's not a big deal if the sword is broken. If it's like what Harold said, it won't be able to send and receive the force freely. , and if you accidentally chop me into serious injuries, it will be a big loss!

He lowered his body and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed, barely dodging the horizontal sword strike.

The sword dodged and did not hurt me, but the remaining sword energy from the two-handed sword passed through my hair and pierced my skin, making my body shiver unconsciously.

He turned over and got up from the ground. Before he could stand still, the third sword struck again. This time, it was a diagonal strike.

Normally, I would have been able to easily dodge even a diagonal slash, let alone a diagonal slash. However, at this moment, my steps were not steady, my body had not found a point of support, and I was staggering a bit. There was no way I could dodge. Use this more powerful sword.

Squeezing my lips tightly and gritting my teeth, I made up my mind. Since I couldn't avoid it, I would try to bear it. As for the consequences, who the hell has time to think about it?

Although I have no combat skills, the strength of my hands and arms is still much greater than that of ordinary adventurers.

With both arms retracted, I tilted the Zanmatachi slightly back a few inches, channeling all my strength into both wrists at the same time. Waiting for half a second, I saw that the swords in both hands were only a few inches away from me. Then I suddenly burst out and slashed hard at On the edge of a two-handed sword.

when!

Swords collided, gold and iron clashed.

A metallic whine sounded, which was more piercing than all the previous sounds combined, and instantly swept through everyone present. Among the crowd, several people with relatively fragile physiques fainted on the spot.

Those who were further away, Phoenix and his party, were still intact. Only Barbara, because of her sharp ears and being at a high place, only covered her ears with her hands, forgetting that she was still hanging on the tree trunk. As a result, her center of gravity was unstable and a She slipped and fell from the tree. Fortunately, Cagalli had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Barbara's leg, which saved her from being disfigured and injured in the fall.

This was the case on the periphery of the crowd. The two adventurers, a man and a woman, who were closest to us, both covered their ears tightly at the same time. Even so, they still could not resist the invasion of this sound wave.

There was even blood overflowing from the ears and nose, leaving four bright red traces.

On both sides of the war, Harold stood still, and the white light around him gradually dissipated. Although he still looked serious and serious, he lost the majesty like a heavenly general because of the dissipation of the white light.

On the other side, I retreated seven or eight steps. No, rather than retreating, it would be safer to fly out backwards.

At the moment of the collision, my body felt like being severely injured. My feet left the ground unconsciously and flew backwards. The moment I flew upside down, I saw a shallow line appear where the Zanmatada sword collided with itself. The shallow crack gradually deepened as I flew upside down, and scattered cracks appeared around it, like a meandering centipede.

The first moment I landed on the ground, the Zanmatada sword separated from the middle with a snap. The tip of the sword was on the left, and the blade was on the right. One left and one right, split into two pieces.

The knife broke again. If the previous time was due to the material problem, this time it should be due to the strength gap.

I have to say that the power of the last three swords was indeed very powerful. I had already used all my strength against just one sword, and the sword broke.

If all three swords had hit, I might have been chopped into pieces and hung miserably on the ground, instead of lying on the ground limply like I am now, looking like a white rat waiting to die.

Pat pat pat, the footsteps gradually became louder, and Harold's majestic body stopped in front of me. The sword in both hands was still in his hands, cold and sharp.

"Is he here to finish the damage?" I thought to myself, but my body didn't move at all.

Even if he really came to make up for the damage, there was nothing I could do. All the strength in my body had been exhausted. Now, even moving my fingers would make me feel weak and sore.

Forget it, early death or late death is death, what is supposed to come will eventually come.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment when the two-handed sword would pierce my chest.

"Kid, you are outstanding." Harold's voice reached his ears without any murderous intent.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Harold had put his two-handed sword into its scabbard and squatted down. A slight smile appeared on his majestic face, and his eyes were full of appreciation and praise.

"I failed." I sighed, grinned, and smiled: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased your subordinates."

Harold shook his head: "No, you are not wrong. The reason why I made this suggestion is that I hope to have a hearty fight with you."

"Fight with me? What do you mean?" I was very confused.

"Your name is An Xiaoyi, right?" Harold asked but didn't answer.

"Ah, yes, I am An Xiaoyi."

"That's right." Harold reached into his arms and took out a small bottle, which was filled with red liquid. It was an expensive potion to restore physical strength!

"This is for you." Harold opened the lid, helped me up, and said, "Drink it."

"This is not Huiwulululu"

Completely ignoring what I was talking about, he forcefully poured the recovery potion into my mouth.