Your type of online game is too fake, right?

It's just that this stabbing is meaningless.

Obviously the odd-shaped sword looked so heavy, but it was far faster than the spear. Just pressing down on the blade, the inevitable blow was directly pressed to the ground-at this moment, she couldn't even use it again. The blade of the gun fought back, only because the spike at the end of the gun had been stuck into the ground.

So, she simply gave up the gun.

The distance of two steps is enough for her to break into the inner circle in an instant, but the strange-shaped sword, as a pole weapon, can't take into account the range within one step - on the contrary, for her with free hands, the closer the distance, The more power she can exert!

As the saying goes, an inch is short, an inch is dangerous!

"drink!"

Stepping forward and twisting her waist, she swung her heavy fist and hit it, the iron fist covered in pitch-black armor pointed directly at the opponent's chest and abdomen!

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that something was stuck between her chest and abdomen first.

It was a palm.

A palm that is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar.

"you……"

She barely raised her head, only to find that the devil from a foreign land in front of her had at some point put the knife on her back, and had already slapped her with his free left arm.

Fist to palm, should have hit each other.

But her arms were a little shorter.

"Boom!"

A huge force erupted between the chest and abdomen, and the black-armored girl named Artoria flew backwards in an instant, smashing her whole body on the inner wall of the fort from a distance, breaking several rough logs.

"You... poof!"

Arturia, who was struggling to get up, wanted to say something, but first spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

But in front of her, the devil from a foreign land did not step forward.

"...Why didn't you make up the knife? Why didn't you come over and kill me with one knife?"

Seeing the devil from a foreign land standing there with a knife, Arturia couldn't help clenching her teeth.

"Didn't you kill them all? Why didn't you kill me too? Are you looking down on me? Are you underestimating me? Think I'm not worthy to fight with you?"

"...What are you talking about?"

Facing Arturia's roaring shout, Dubin couldn't help scratching his head.

In fact, he still doesn't quite understand why Arturia, who was supposed to be on the sword fence mission line, appeared here. Is this a bug in the system or a programmer's mistake—but it doesn't matter to him The so-called is enough, anyway, it is a good thing for him to brush the boss, and it is a chance for him to try his skills.

But, the problem is...

He had already tried his hand.

The gap between the two sides is a bit too big, so there is no need to fight at all. Although it is different from the knight king who likes to wear blue clothes in my impression, the black armor Artoria in front of me has improved a lot in martial arts, but she must compare with him. if……

To be honest, he always felt inferior to those Knights of the Round Table.

The knights of the round table still show some martial arts, but Arturia does not. Perhaps because of her too strong strength, this girl knight king is actually more accustomed to using two-handed swords to break through tricks—this kind of The method may be very practical to deal with other enemies, but it is used to fight him...

He didn't want to be too rude, but he could only say that it was probably an enhanced version of Joan of Arc.

The enhanced version of Joan of Arc is also Joan of Arc, and the powerful attack is too predictable.For him, as long as the action can be predicted, it means that it can be disassembled or dissolved.

After all, the human body is the same thing, no matter how strong the knight king is, he has two arms and two legs, and for a martial arts practitioner, the research on the structure of the human body's force is his job-this means that He can easily dodge the opponent's attack, or simply destroy the opponent's force movement.

Therefore, if it is only Artoria's level, there is probably no need to continue fighting.

Anyway, all the equipment has been released, and the [Sword of Promised Victory] is hanging on his waist right now, and it will be waste time to fight any further, so what else can he gain?

You can't say take off the opponent's armor, can you?Is this model too small...

"……Um?"

Dubin frowned suddenly.

Just because, in front of him, instead of continuing to fight, the girl in black armor started to tear the armor off her body.

No, not only the armor, but even the armor lining inside was torn apart, and even the black skirt was torn to shreds.

"Hey! Just hit! Don't take off your clothes!"

Du Bin hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes, this scene was a bit too exciting, he is a young man with a vigorous blood, how can he see this.

"Do not see evil, do not harm... huh?"

Dupin's eyes froze.

Between the fingers, the girl who was tearing her clothes directly stabbed her right hand into her fair chest!

"Yes, it's just that I am not worthy to fight you like this. I have learned so many things, but I still can't beat you... You are a devil from a foreign land, and you are no longer something that humans can defeat..."

Saying so, the girl named Artoria took a deep breath.

The right hand that pierced the chest also squeezed hard!

"So, I'm not a human being!"

boom--

In just an instant, a blazing storm swept across the entire fortress.

It was an unprecedented violent impact. The entire tower was crumbling under this huge force. The corpses, stumps and broken arms were blown up by the wind, flying into the air, and raining blood all over the sky.

And in this bloody wind, the dark dragon finally showed her true figure.

"It's really... not human."

Looking at the pitch-black giant dragon flapping its wings in mid-air, Dubin was dumbfounded.

Not only him, everyone present was stunned, whether it was the attacking party or the defending party, whether it was the English or the French, whether it was Joan of Arc, the Earl of Suffolk, or the militiamen, even if they had just The Duke of Burgundy, who had a fanatical face, was already in a state of war, speechless.

Just because what appeared in front of them was a real giant dragon that would only exist in myths and legends!

"Roar!!!"

The dragon in mid-air swung its angry wings and swooped down!

"Get out of the way!"

Joan of Arc, who fell on the ground, immediately realized that she quickly stood up and tried to push away the man in front of her—just because the one rushing over was not an ordinary enemy, but a dragon!A terrifying dragon!

At this moment, she exhausted her greatest strength, just hoping to knock that foreigner away from the swooping dragon.

However, she couldn't push it.

Not because her strength had waned.

It was because the stranger in front of her refused her rescue.

"Hide? Why hide?"

With a shake of his body, Du Bin picked up the strange-shaped sword to relieve the force of Joan's collision.

At this moment, his hands were trembling, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"This is it!"

"This is what I want!"

Holding the broadsword upside down, Du Bin rushed forward facing the dragon.

"Come!"

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons: Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Like a Dragon

This is the best time and the worst time.

As a martial arts practitioner, Du Bin really couldn't say anything bad about this era.It was a luxury for the older generation of martial artists who just wanted to eat meat to maintain their health, but now, there are plenty of meat, egg and milk on the table of ordinary people.In those days, it took a lifetime of hard work to obtain true instructions, but now, you can easily find the essences and secrets that were originally treasured by various schools on the Internet.

For a person who is interested in martial arts, this is undoubtedly the best time, they can not care about those mundane trivial matters, and devote all their energy to training.

However, it is only training.

Physical training, strength training, force training, actual combat training... everything can be trained casually, but it is just training.Perhaps for ordinary people, just completing these complicated training is already quite tiring exercise, but how can martial arts itself be just training?

After the training, it's time to fight.

Only when you fight against the enemy, only when you face real combat, can you know what level of martial arts you are, and what level you have reached now.Can the exquisite moves that have been researched hard be used?Can the newly learned ways of exerting force be used?Are those sweaty and even bloody times worthwhile?Can you really stand up in the face of the enemy?

do not know.

Without actual combat, without a real life-and-death struggle, it will never be known.

But now, there is no soil for actual combat.

The older generation of martial artists may not have the rich material they have today, nor the convenient information communication in the Internet age, but they have a more direct and more dangerous way—whether it is for fame, for profit, for For affection, even just for a few taels of silver, they would fight life and death without hesitation.

It is precisely this kind of life-and-death struggle that allows them to polish their skills to the peak.They may not have the strong physique of modern bodybuilders, nor the exquisite techniques of modern fighters, but what they have learned and learned, what they live on, can be discarded in the process of polishing over and over again Jing.

A few simple actions are the essence of a person's lifelong wisdom. It can even be said that it is a person's whole life.

But now, there is no way to hone that kind of thing anymore.

Peace, peace is the main tone now.Peace has brought abundant material output, and peace has brought convenience in the era of the Internet. There is no doubt that this is a good thing, and it is even a good thing for everyone.

But for a martial artist, it still means that they have lost the opportunity to go further.

There was no war at the time, so the swords and guns were put into storage, and the horses were released to Nanshan.

"So, so..."

Looking at the magic dragon soaring in the sky in front of him, Dubin even burst into tears with excitement.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but it was the best of times.

After all, in reality, even from ancient times to the present, who can be the enemy of this terrifying giant!

"So, thank you."

At this moment, facing the dive of the magic dragon, Du Bin actually bowed slightly.

Undoubtedly, he would like to thank, thank the dark dragon named Arturia in front of him, just like he thanked those knights of the round table, thank Dagnet, thank Ector, thank Percival, thank Lan Malloc, thanks to Bedivere, thanks to Gachris, thanks to Gareth, thanks to Galahad, thanks to Tristan, thanks to Geraint, thanks to Gawain, thanks to Lancelot...