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The shadow of the sun hangs high in the center of the sky, and the golden sunlight lazily shines on the training ground of the White Harbor Lord's Mansion.

On the viewing platform, Lynn looked up at the space. The sunlight came in through the gap in the mask, making him feel just the right amount of warmth. Margaery, the little rose beside him, secretly looked at Lynn's expression and looked at the stage. The two figures on the training ground said to Lin En with some worry, "Lin En."

"Yep?"

"Do you really think Arya can defeat a long-established knight?"

James was tall and tall, with fluttering blond hair and "shiny blue eyes and a smile as sharp as a blade". He was recognized as a handsome and handsome man, and at the age of sixteen, Jaime was knighted by Ser Arthur Dayne for his bravery in the battle against the Kingswood Brotherhood.

Lynn looked into Margaery's eyes with relief, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, the skinny monkey is staring in the dark. No matter what the battle situation is, Arya will be fine."

Little Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

Lynn looked at her expression that didn't seem to be fake, and wondered why Little Rose was suddenly so nervous about Arya. Could it be that the relationship between two women in the same boat can develop so quickly?

Lin En was secretly wondering when the off-court horn sounded.

Since it was not a glorious duel between knights, but a swordsmanship competition, James and Arya in the arena were neither mounted on horses nor armored, and the duel started with the sound of the horn.

James clenched the long sword in one hand, raised the sword to Arya, who was obviously shorter than the sword in both hands, raised the sword to the tip of his nose, and then quickly swung the sword straight ahead.

Arya didn't panic, turned to avoid it, and counterattacked with her sword.

There was no temptation, no fighting, James took the initiative, and came up with a continuous attack like a storm. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

The long swords clashed, and the sound of "ding ding" could be heard incessantly.

Strength is James' advantage, and the slashing combo that comes up is almost crushing Arya.

There were swords and shadows, and the sudden sublimation of the fighting situation made Margery, who was watching the battle, hug Lynn's arm nervously.

Seeing that James was slashing again with a sword, Arya did not choose to retreat this time, but raised her sword to meet her, and the two sides clashed with each other.

There was a loud "clang!" sound.

For the first time, Arya's sword was intertwined with the sword in Jaime's hand.

Under the action of the two huge forces, both sides could not help but take a step back. However, at this moment, Arya nimbly dodged and pulled out a short and sharp sword from her sleeve while she was retreating. , tapped the floor with his feet, and at an extremely fast speed, slammed into James' unsteady body.

The icy aura rushed toward his face, and the dreamy-colored blade approached rapidly in front of him, and James' green pupils suddenly enlarged.

Fortunately, after he entered the battle, he calmed down and quickly entered a state of concentration. He kept an eye on Arya's every move during the battle, not at all because the opponent was just a girl and underestimated the enemy.

Ding!

James took a step back and picked up the long sword in his hand. Holding the sword with one hand must be a proud manifestation of the dexterity advantage of holding the sword with both hands. The 'sewing needle' hit the long sword and saw that it was impossible to kill with one hit. Ellie Aya quickly took a few steps backwards, not giving King Killer James a chance to pursue him.

In the stands, the little devil Tyrion clapped his hands twice in excitement. Seeing that Han Niu, the guard standing behind Lynn, had a different expression, he couldn't help but ask with a stern face, "What are you looking at, Strong Niu?"

A dark shadow soon enveloped him, he turned his head, and found that the tall bull was approaching him gloomily like a steep cliff, the soot-colored black armor like a stain in the bright sunlight. He had put down the mask on his helmet. The shape of the mask was a ferocious grinning and growling look, which was frightening, but Tyrion thought that compared to the ugly face of his loyal dog, Devil Mountain, it was extremely ugly. The mask is already too beautiful.

"My lord has applauded, and you are only qualified to applaud. Now you'd better keep your mouth shut, dwarf..." Guftavor, the idiot, glared back and warned him that the voice came from the helmet, the original The grin became a hollow rumbling.

"But the scene just now was very exciting," Tyrion Lannister replied, "and Lynn doesn't support my brother, so I can't wait for that second Miss Stark to perform well, and I will applaud Lynn as well. Do you know what is the etiquette of watching the game, we are not supporting a group of people."

After Tyrion finished speaking, he looked around the venue and asked, "Do you know where my brother is going?"

Han Niu pointed to the corner of the field under the stage, James was clutching his stomach, holding his long sword with one hand and panting, looking like a big wolf licking his wounds, "Hey, there Woolen cloth."

"Ah." Tyrion stared at him for a week, but saw no one. Then he lifted his deformed legs and tried his best to climb onto the back of the seat in front of him. Only then did he see James' situation clearly. He said pitifully and proudly. Kingslayer can't even beat a girl movie.

"What did I miss?" Tyrion was puzzled.

Han Niu was happy to answer the dwarf in front of him, "It's no big deal, he wanted to pursue him, but he was kicked in the stomach by Miss Arya."

When Tyrion heard this, his heart was broken.

Oops, that girl has the upper hand, and she is going to be locked in the wolf's den again.

Tyrion is well aware of his big brother Jaime's indifferent personality, so he is not complaining that Jaime Lannister has become so incompetent, after all, during his painful and long childhood years, only James Mu had so much affection and respect for him, and for that alone, Tyrion wouldn't care about anything with him.

The little devil is just worried about his own freedom, and the big brother James will fall from the double blow of the death of that vicious sister and the defeat of a girl.

The little devil's expression was lethargic and he stopped talking, but he didn't dare to complain any more. The physique advantage of Hanniu is too obvious, and asking for trouble is not the style of the little devil.

Lin En, who listened to the conversation between the two, smiled slightly and said, "Tyrion~www.readwn.com~ Do you think that the proud elder brother of the Kingslayer is so fragile at heart?"

Tyrion was silent.

James, who was already in cold sweat, also held his sword and stood up again. After the second round of battle, the two were tied.

But when the fourth horn that encouraged the swordsmen to fight in the duel field sounded, the moment the two staggered, both sides stabbed long swords at each other at the same time, Jaime Lannister was as steady as ever, and the timing and angle of the shot were just right. , however, when Arya pulled the second dagger hidden from her boot, he couldn't hold on any longer.

The cunning fighting style of the Faceless makes this knight without a warhorse helpless.

With sword fighting alone, he is no longer dangerous to Arya.

"Clang!"

"bump!"

The long sword collided again, Erya held the sword with both hands and changed it to one hand. Although her strength was not enough to support the reverse thrust generated by the collision of the long sword for a long time, just a moment of effort was enough for her to complete the next step. Actions.

James watched Erya take out a dagger from the sole of her shoe and stab at it diagonally. His long sword was forced to move horizontally to block, and Arya jumped up and hit the opponent's abdomen again. First release www.(x81zw)m./x81zw/

This time, the little devil Tyrion in the stands finally saw how his brother fell, but before he could shout anxiously, James received a huge thrust on his chest, accompanied by "Touch! " With a sound, he only felt the volley fly up, and after a while, he fell heavily to the ground.