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"I'm ready now. How about you, Venetians?" Vibius picked up the broadsword that he had thrown aside casually. Although the sword was full of nicks and rust, the blood stained on it was enough. Let the Venetians be afraid. Fastest update

The previous aggressive screams stopped abruptly at this moment. Looking at the burly figure towering like a bell tower, the Venetian soldiers were nervously forced back by the calm gaze of the Greek old man. Sure enough, as a former border guard of the empire, this old man's momentum is not comparable to others. There are dozens of people on his hands, no, even the lives of hundreds of people can give people such a heavy sense of oppression.

But Vibius quickly changed his expression, because he saw the man standing in front of the Venetians who had been waiting for him was not moved at all.

On the contrary, he gladly looked at the scene before him. The Venetian leader Mobis did not shake his eager fighting spirit before. Like a desperado, he easily left his true mission behind, just wanting to be with the one in front of him. The Greek warriors competed in a showdown.

"Very good, very good! Your Excellency did not disappoint me. It is my honor to meet and fight a real warrior here," said loudly, and Moebius held his long sword step style. The ground stepped forward and bowed slightly to salute, as if what was going on next was not a fight between life and death but a discussion between ordinary friends.

But as a veteran with many battles, Vibius would not take it lightly because of the opponent's tactics. Although it was talking about fighting alone, if the other party really swarmed, even he wouldn't be able to support it for long. After all, these robbers who surrounded this village could not even say that there were a hundred people. The only thing he can do is to buy time as much as possible to let the little Peter in the house get through the way quickly and take everyone out of here.

"Come on then, Venetian!"

Said coldly, Vibius crossed the broadsword in front of him, waiting for Moebius to take the initiative to attack. The atmosphere seemed to condense at this moment, making people feel a little overwhelmed.

But Moebius still said indifferently: "Do you want to give me the initiative?"

"The sequence of hands does not mean any initiative. Come if you want, why so much nonsense." The old man who said Shen Sheng remained unmoved.

Even so, in fact, Vibius did not care about the Venetian. As a veteran who had fought the Turks in the East for many years, he instinctively told him that this man named Moebius and the Venetian he had met before. They are all completely different, and because of this, Vibius dare not act rashly first.

Looking at the other party so cautiously, Moebius also smiled. Of course he saw the old man's mind, but he nodded, took a step forward, and calmly swung the first sword.

And the moment the sword shadow of Moebius fell into the field of vision, Vibius’s dignified look on his face suddenly changed. He thought that the other party was holding a sharp sword and swiping it from the top of his head. But suddenly he stabbed at him in mid-air. Rao responded in time, and Vibius barely lifted the sword to block the sudden blow, but the sharp blade still scratched the shoulder blade with a wound that was not shallow or deep.

Moebius didn't get discouraged when he missed a hit, and immediately jumped to avoid the counterattack that followed Vibius. And this scene fell into the eyes of the Roman veterans, but it was very strange. The former Vibius followed the Emperor Manuel, so he had contact with the Latin knights who were loyal to the empire, and had also discussed with him, but the Venice in front of him. The hand that Man just exposed was completely different from the knight's attack. Compared with the knights going straight and straight like a collision of steel, this Venetian's flexible movements are more like snow in the night. The turning of the step made Vibius almost unable to defend it just now. This is a bit like a Turkic person. very big difference.

Vibius, who was completely indifferent, took a deep breath and understood that he must go all out, otherwise he would not even be able to buy time, let alone win the Venetian in front of him.

And seeing the old man getting serious, Moebius also leaped again with satisfaction. Neither side was entangled with a shield or other protective gear. Only a few tens of seconds have passed before the two have already fought. For several rounds, watching every blow from both sides shocked the spectators.

Especially the burly Greek warriors, although they have entered their twilight years, they seem to be slashing and slashing, but they combine the duel styles of Roman warriors and Eastern nomads. Not only are they steady at their feet, their sword skills and changes in their skills are perfectly perfect. A balance was reached, and when he almost cut off Moebius' head with a sword, the hearts of the men watching the battle behind him jumped out of their throats. However, time and time again, the Venetian finally avoided Vibius' near-perfect attack. Gradually, the Venetian, who thought that his general was suppressed, finally discovered something was wrong.

It seems to have been suppressed at the beginning, but Mobis has always been able to advance and retreat with ease, while the burly Greeks frantically attacked regardless of physical exhaustion, but seemed to have to do it.

All of this is completely within Mobis's calculations, and the struggling Vibius also deeply understands the terrible opponents in front of him. Just as the spectators thought, it was a helpless choice for him to keep attacking, because unlike the steel dance knight style of the Latin knight, it has always been simple swipes and slashes, and the Venetian's actions are more like a killer. The dance, like water, is nowhere to be found, with agility and surprise. Until then, the Greek veteran remembered the opponent’s offensive methods and the use of slender stinging swords, which were more like fighting among sailors on the sea~www.ltnovel.com~ advocating the agile and unscrupulous means of action, he had seen pirates use this He planted swordsmanship that couldn't be on the table, but he didn't expect him to be helpless now.

If there is a shield and the armor of the past, the Venetian in front of him is not a threat at all, but now he can only rely on constant attacks to avoid getting the opponent close. However, if this goes on, Vibius's physical strength can't support such a consumption at all.

Support it! Even if you hold it for an extra second!

Gritting his teeth, the old man clasped his broad sword in both hands and tried to cover the flexible figure of the Venetian with the shadow of the sword.

But the next second, a clear voice sounded. "I'm going to start charging." As if to warn. Vibius also hesitated for a moment, but when the Venetian suddenly rushed forward, he did not dodge or swept away the opponent's sword when he was caught off guard. Instead, he raised the sword and slashed towards the opponent's head. At the moment of this lightning flint, as long as there is a slight difference, the fish may die. However, at this time, Vibius has already put his life and death out, and only seeks to die with the other party.

But Moebius' mocking voice suddenly floated over, "naive"

The sword that had been prepared for a long time changed its direction and stabbed very high, hitting the old man's wrist. Even he was extremely painful. The direction of the attack was completely wrong this time, and he was caught off guard. "Bang Dang!" The broad sword in his hand fell to the ground in response.

And when Vibius reacted once earlier, the rapier that turned into a stab cut off the old man's neck, and the Venetian who advanced forward said in a low voice: "Now, you are dead."