Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Khan dodged Drazal's attack and struck back with his own curved blade. Neither of them could completely overwhelm the other in the confrontation.

"Boy, your skills are pretty good, but unfortunately you're not strong enough! You're not fast enough!"

Drazal stood up and shook the Clive Half Blade in his hand a few times without saying anything. In the confrontation just now, Khan tried his best to avoid the claw blade directly colliding with the Clive Half Blade.

During the dodge, it can be said that the whole person turned into a combat machine. At an extremely subtle moment, he released his hand holding the sharp-clawed scimitar and quickly punched Drazal.

While repelling his attack, he was able to quickly grab the blade again and press towards Drazal. Drazal felt that he was not fighting a man with two hands, but a four-armed war god, who was superb in the use of Khan's sword and fist.

Drazal bowed slightly to the Khan to show that he had been taught, then repositioned himself and rushed towards the Khan with his hands behind his back.

Still using the familiar attack action, the two knives were swung at Drazal, blocking the space for him to dodge, and his fists were fast like phantoms from the middle straight into the chest.

If the blade blocks the curved blade, it will be hit by both fists. In the same way, if the blade blocks the two fists, the head will be chopped off by the blade.

De Lazare had not felt this active for a long time. Thinking about the past battles, he let go of his energy, turned himself into a blade, and started with instinctive slashing. When he reacted, there was only a corpse left in front of him. .

But now that he had let go, all he got was Khan's powerful kick straight into his chest and abdomen. That kind of power kicked his wandering thoughts back directly.

It has to be faster. It has to be faster. It has to be faster.

Drazal chose to block the blade with his double blades, stretched out his slender legs, and tried to attack Khan with the razor-like edges on his feet.

Khan's blade did not collide with Drazal's blade, but began to slowly fall downwards as if it had lost power. He blocked Drazal's kick with a palm, causing the sharp razor to pop up. The foot only scratched Khan's cheek.

The other fist hit Drazal's chest mercilessly.

cough! Such great power!

Drazal was knocked back by the force. He precisely manipulated his muscles to disperse the huge force of his fist, so that his body could evenly distribute the damage.

After several more somersaults and swings of his arms like long whips, Drazal completed the weakening of Khan's strength amidst the crackling sounds of the whips.

"It's such an interesting technique. I think I can learn it too." Khan watched with interest as Drazal used a method similar to dance and yoga to protect himself.

I also have a sudden interest in learning. This thing seems to be useful, but it is not very useful. Arena battles and duel-style battles are still incomparable with real wars.

The bean sprout called Drazal in front of him was very powerful, and it made Khan feel in danger several times, but that was all.

All his skills were devoted to dueling-like martial arts, while Khan was solidly trained in war and artillery fire.

That cruel battlefield is far more dangerous than a duel. You cut down a whole group of enemies with your front foot, and the next second your area is covered by damn artillery fire.

Not only do you need to listen to the sound of the shells piercing the sky to determine the impact point, but you also need to use the blade in your hand to break out of the heavy explosive firepower that suppresses your movements.

Ah, this is really annoying. If my armor and scimitar were still there, this kid in front of me would have been chopped into pieces long ago.

Khan was still recalling his past in the defense battle of Terra, and then he felt a heavy figure rushing towards him from behind.

It's you again. You are really disobedient.

Khan turned around and punched Wangcai on the head who was trying to sneak attack again. His feet were embedded in the ground to resist the huge impact. Then the Khan seized Wangcai's carapace protrusion and threw the disobedient tyrant's guard onto Drazal's head.

The cold sword light passed by, and Wangcai was perfectly dismembered in Drazal's hands. The carapace, muscles, internal supporting bones, internal organs and glands with various functions were cut away.

Neatly placed on the ground according to their category codes, Drazal's blade skills are simply superb!

But Khan only felt that the silent guy in front of him was really sick. He definitely had obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like Guilliman, who had to do everything according to plan.

As for Wangcai’s death? Khan has nothing to be sad about, just a little regretful, and he doesn't know when he will be able to raise another little guy like this.

Looking at Drazal in the distance, he once again took up his posture. Khan still stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him casually from a distance. He was also curious about how much this guy could grow in the battle with him. .

Lin Fan looked at Khan and knew that this guy already had sympathy with Drazal, a guy who only pursued martial arts. He shook his head and turned his attention to the place where the two crazy women were fighting.

Efreni and Lelis were seen fighting together. The battle between the two was not as regular back and forth as Khan and Drazal, but a more intense clash of blades.

But in fact, everyone can see from Lailis's actions that this guy is just pretending to be weak. Ifreni is not fighting so much as playing with Lalis.

Ifreni, who was at a disadvantage, couldn't bear such humiliation. The anger and rage on her face were released in a screaming manner, and the long blade in her hand carried the owner's anger and shame as she chopped.

"Oh~ dear, you should relax a little, this is not conducive to your performance."

"Shut up!"

The angry blade slashed towards Lalith, but only cut the phantom she dodged and the Tyranid swarm corpse behind her that was cut open.

Victor on the aerial throne of destruction sipped wine and happily chatted with Madam Malus on another throne of destruction, "Is this what you rely on? A succubus whose thoughts are controlled by a ridiculous emotion like anger? I thought you would send a better person. What an idiot, hehe."

"Oh? Really? I don't think anger can weaken combat effectiveness." Malus covered her face with a folding fan and slashed Victor with her eyes.

Then she held her forehead in an exaggerated manner, "Oh Muse. I didn't know who it was at the beginning, and I didn't have any initiative at all. Sisters, if you find a boyfriend like this, will you like him?"

"Of course not, ma'am."

"Oh, Muse. I'm so miserable."

Victor looked at Madam Malus's performance with a stiff face, cursing and continuing to watch the game on the field.

What is this? (The commissar's eyes became sharp)