Winters had never seen such a flexible one-handed sword.

Compared with the common one-handed armed sword, the sword body of the long sword is already considered slender.

The one-handed sword in the black robe's hand was actually thinner than the sword body of the long sword. It was obviously a one-handed sword, and the length of the sword body was not shorter than that of the two-handed sword in Winters' hand.

Can you be so flexible for such a long time? It's a hell.

Fortunately, this is not a game, no comparison of scoring.

Winters once thought that swordsmanship was based on practice, and the so-called swordsmanship was useless nonsense. But after experiencing the battle with the pirates, he began to rethink the teachings of Teacher Richard Nal.

"Don't just know that the pigs are making rapid progress, and the pace should be flexible."

Seeing that his sword failed, his opponent's sword had already bypassed his sword path and stabbed straight from under the sword. Winters simply threw the sword in his hand and threw it directly towards his opponent.

"If this is a game, he will be directly judged to lose." After experiencing two actual battles in a row, he was no longer so nervous and even began to complain about himself.

But no matter what was thinking in his mind, Winters' body did not stop. He took two steps in a row to avoid the opponent's sword tip.

Venetta's assassin especially loves to use poison. Winters grew up listening to the story of poisoned daggers since he was a child. So even if there is only one-percent chance, he doesn't want to be scratched by his opponent's blade.

The opponent did not expect that Winters would turn a long sword into a flying axe. He could not dodge and was hit hard.

When the opponent was hit, Winters heard a strange sound. Unfortunately, Winters' long sword was an unblack training sword. This smash only made the opponent groan in pain, and did not cause any external injuries that could make the opponent lose his ability to move.

Winters' "flying sword technique" briefly delayed the man in black robe. He was furious by the man in black robe who had been smeared and no longer cared about the passengers he was going to chase, and rushed straight towards Winters with his sword.

Winters didn't expect that his flying sword technique would actually have a sarcastic function, so he sneered in his heart, and then... ran away.

He doesn't know how good the sword skills of the man in black robe is, but if this is a game that determines the winning or losing, the opponent will have won the sword with one move.

But unfortunately, this is a dock, not a training ground; it is a life-and-death battle, not a competition.

So, if I can't beat you, can I still run away from you?

However, behind Winters was the pier, and he had no other place to go, so he had to step onto the pier, just like the passenger who had been climbing and climbing, and headed straight for the Skuo.

The panicked passers-by and other merchant ships unloaded goods hindered the three people's speed. The man in black robes looked at Winters right in front of him, but after running for about ten steps, he couldn't catch up.

Winters just saw another man in black robe using a musket that could be instantly fired. Since another man had it, the man in black robe who was chasing him had no reason not to carry such a weapon.

He was always on guard against this matter, so he didn't dare to run away and kept looking back at the man in black robe.

Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of the man in the black robe lifting another hand hidden in the robe and pointing at him. The man in the black robe still had the strange gun in his hand.

Winters was prepared for a long time, and there were many goods temporarily stacked by porters on the trestle, like a block of low walls.

As soon as the man in black raised his hand, Winters bent down and rushed into the half-man-high pile of goods, cursing: "Use a gun? It's so shameless!"

The man in black robe was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and he also scolded him: "Aren't you running like a rabbit?"

However, the man in black robe broke his skills as soon as he spoke, and the image of the cold and efficient silent assassin completely collapsed.

The man in black robe's scolding made Winters realize that this guy was just an ordinary person with joy and anger, and his courage became stronger.

The man in black robe strode close to Winters. Winters peeked through the gap of the wooden box to see the musket in the man in black robe pointing at him, and he didn't dare to show his head easily.

But he suddenly became anxious and remembered Axel's hair burning technique that he had used once. He immediately pinched the casting gesture of the fire-burning spell with his hands, recalling the feeling of igniting the female thief's hair that night.

Although he could not see the hair under the black-robed man's cloak, he still forced his magic power to the limit without hesitation and poured his magic power into the black-robed man's head.

The familiar squeezing and phantom limb pain made Winters tremble, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain his casting state until the last moment.

During the days on board, Winters gradually subsided due to the persistent and intense phantom limb pain of the third hand while putting out a fire.

But just in case, the Major prohibited any spellcaster warrant officer from using any spell ability before fully recovering to normal, and now it is obvious that he has no choice but to care about that much.

Winters only persisted for a short time, and the severe torture caused by using his spell ability made him unable to concentrate anymore. He gasped and left the casting state.

A few wisps of blue smoke appeared above the man in black robe, but it did not burn violently like a female thief. The man in black robe kept his feet, and the hair burning technique seemed to have no effect.

Winters knew in his heart that he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and his casting range was actually about one meter. He could use spells on objects within this range, but his spell ability became minimal beyond this distance. It was already his own super-level performance to make smoke come out of the head of a man with a black robe a few meters away.

Winters took a deep breath and prepared to use the spell again. This time he had to wait for the man in black to get closer and rush out to fight with the man in black to use the hair burning technique again from close range.

He comforted himself in his heart: After all, after all this trouble, this bastard would never catch up with the elderly passenger, and at worst I could jump into the water.

The man in black robe strode to Winters, and Winters was ready to go. When the man in black robe's sword was about to pass over Winters' head, a thunder erupted out of thin air on the dock.

Even the strongest thunder could not match the loud noise. Winters felt as if he was litting his ear against the barrel of the thirty-two-pound cannon.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Winters was dizzy and tinnitus by the thunder that resounded through the sky, and the man in black robe couldn't help but cover his ears.

A slight sound of breaking through the air, followed by a crisp metal collision sound from the man in the black robe.

Winters turned around following the thunder just now and saw Major Moritz standing on the wooden board between the Skuo and the pier, pointing his arm at the man in black robe.

The thing on Major Moritz's hand emitted a faint reflection, and another slight sound of breaking through the air, and another crisp metal collision sound came from the man in black, and something bounced from him onto the pier.

The man in black robe raised his musket and aimed at the major. The major waved his hand and the gunshot, and the lead hit the hull of the Skuo, and the sound of wooden boards shattering.

The deafening thunder sound, Major Moritz, silver coins, metal collision sound, lead turns, strange sound when the sword hits the opponent... Winters understood, Winters figured it out: Major Moritz is also a spellcaster! He just didn't wear a badge! And this black-robed bastard wore iron armor in his cloak.

"Blow him on the head!" Winters shouted to remind the major: "He has breastplate in his cloak!"

The major turned a deaf ear and shot out two silver coins with the flying arrow technique, which was still hitting the man in the black robe. The two jingles sounded but obviously failed to penetrate.

Seeing the major taking his words as a warning, Winters was anxious. He jumped out of the back of the cover and used his shoulders to rush towards the man in black.

He was not completely reckless either. He saw that the man in the black robe had already shot out, so he used his hands to snatch the man in the black robe's sword.

The man in black robe didn't expect that this boy who was not as good as his swordsmanship, who was running away, would dare to counterattack. Winters hit his chest hard, and his body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Winters also learned this move from the female thief, but unfortunately he didn't bring a dagger, otherwise he would have killed the man in the black robe.

The touch that came from Winters when his shoulder hit the man in black robe confirmed his judgment. The man in black robe did wear plate armor under his cloak.

Winters pressed the man with his body, grabbed the man with his right hand and forearm with both hands, and used his grappling skills to twist the man with his wrist to force him to let go.

The man in black robe was also a tough guy. He endured the severe pain and still held his one-handed sword firmly, turned his musket with his left hand, and smashed Winters' back with a stock.

The musket was reversed and the war hammer was a muffled sound. Winters's back was smashed by a hardwood butt like a war drum. He even seemed to hear the sound of his ribs breaking. He didn't care about his decentness and used the most primitive weapon for animals - teeth, and bit the right wrist of the man in the black robe.

The humans had nearly fifty kilograms of bite. Winters tasted the rust smell of blood after one bite. The man in black robe suffered pain and could no longer hold the sword. Winters grabbed the sword.

The man in black robe wore a breastplate and attacked the torso was useless. Seeing that the one-handed sword he had grabbed had a blade at the base of the sword, Winters directly used the sword to wipe the man in black robe's neck. The man in black robe reacted very quickly, and he protected the neck with a musket and held the blade.

The two of them were like peasant women fighting in a mud pond, using all kinds of indecent means to try to kill each other.

The man in black robe had a very long sword, and he suffered a lot in this close-fitting fight. Winters stood up and wanted to return to his standing position.

The man in black also tried to stand up, but as soon as he got up, Winters kicked the man in chin hard. This fierce kick made the man in black lose his strength, and he raised his head and fell back to the ground.

Waving the sword blade, Winters left a deep wound on the man with the black robe's left arm, and the musket in the man with the black robe's left hand also took off.

Winters had a complete advantage. Just as he was hesitating whether to directly lead to the life of the man in the black robe or to catch a living interrogation, he heard the major's loud reminder: "Be careful!"

As soon as he looked up, the slightly trembling sword tip pierced in front of him, and two other men in black robes came.

Winters took a step back and picked up the flat thorn. The man in black robes forced him back and did not pursue him anymore. One man in black robes confronted him with a sword, while the other man in black robes squatted on the ground to check his companion's condition.

Defeat one, and two more.

One-on-two, it's not good.

Winters shouted loudly: "Don't want to live anymore? Dare to attack the officer!"

The man in black robe in front of him did not answer, the mask covered his face, and Winters could not see his expression, only to see his eyes staring at him.

The man in black robes, who had been kicked by Winters in his head, regained his consciousness, and stood up with difficulty with the help of another man in black robes.

Winters secretly scolded this guy in his heart, could his chin be made of stone? He now regrets not having a piece of iron plate in front of the boots.

One-on-two turned one-on-three, which was even worse. Winters pointed at the man in black with the tip of his sword, slowly stepped back and met with the major.

Winters thought quickly: The target of the black-robed people was obviously the elderly passenger. After blocking them for so long, the passenger had obviously hid in a safe place. The other party's plan had gone bankrupt. Without allowing them to achieve their goals, there was no need to force themselves to kill or capture the enemy alive. On the contrary, if the other party hesitated and did not want to retreat. Then as long as he and the major could hold on for a while, and wait for other students to understand what was going on, these black-robed men were in a jar and could not escape even if they had wings; so the most urgent task was to delay time as much as possible.

After figuring this out, Winters began to talk nonsense, distracting the attention of several men in black: "Look back, you have both of your carriages been stolen from you! Still standing here stupidly? You openly attack the army officers, don't blame us for fighting less..."

Winters took a step back with a word. The three men in black robes seemed unable to accept that the officer who was fighting for his life just now was talking so much nonsense, which was annoying.

But they were not willing to give up their goal and leave, so every time Winters took a step back, they pushed forward.

The major came to Winters with a sword in his hand.

Winters saw two long blood marks stretching out from the major's ears, flowing all the way to his jaw.

A man in black robe could no longer bear Winters' meaningless language offensive and launched the attack first, and another man in black robe followed.

Winters, major, two men in black robes began to catch the swordsman, and the other man in black robes' sword is now in Winters' hands, so he did not participate in the sword fight, but stood behind his companion and was reloading the musket.

Winters used this type of one-handed sword for the first time. The center of gravity of this one-handed sword is at the sword grid, and the feel is indeed very flexible. However, accordingly, the effect of slashing will be weakened.

Winters is not used to using this kind of sword, but just blocks his opponent's offensive in a difficult manner.

On the other hand, although Winters felt that the major's sword was just an ornament, he was not at all inferior to the point of using this ornament.

In the Armorless Sword Fight, life and death can be divided into one round. But after two rounds, neither Winters, the Major, nor the two men in black robe were able to solve the other party, and the four of them returned to the stage of confrontation and temptation.

But a scream attracted everyone's attention.

Two men in black robes looked behind Winters' shoulders.

Although Winters was curious, he did not dare to look back easily. He and the major took a big step to get a distance from each other before looking back to see what was going on.

The scene in front of them shocked the two of them: on the pier, the elderly passenger who had escaped to a safe area was pierced by a dock worker with a short knife, and the tip of the knife stabbed out from his back of the heart.

The dock worker calmly pulled out his short knife, and under everyone's gaze, he leisurely lit the gunpowder twists on the two boxes with his pipe, and turned around and jumped into the sea.

So at the same time, on other merchant ships parked on the trestle, several dock workers threw several packages with gunpowder twists on the trestle and then jumped into the sea.

One of them landed not far from Winters. Winters turned around and the men in black robes had already run away.

He and the major looked at each other and they didn't recognize what it was, but they immediately guessed what it was for.

The ancient empires who threw bombs with hand a thousand years ago were using it, and the iron shells' hand a bomb was no longer a new thing in the sovereign war thirty years ago.

The gunpowder twist was burning rapidly. There was no time to think about it anymore. Winters and the Major jumped into the sea directly. The shock wave generated by the violent explosion made the sea water surge and pushed Winters into the deeper sea water.
Chapter completed!