Ride and Cut

There are many masters of grudge in Stuart's envoy. After all, since King Belluni has already personally arrived, there will be no less court swordsmen accompanying him.

　　The strength of these real masters is not comparable to that of ordinary knights. Although most of them are guarding Belluni’s wagons and do not participate in the fight at all, some of them are active.

　　 Richard stared at a foot knight, who told him to have boxing and kicking skills that were particularly eye-catching, but fortunately, he was gradually approaching the mountain fort.

　　 "Huh!" Seeing that the distance was enough, Lord Lord sneered and stretched out his hands and pointed at him with five fingers. The magnetic force is exerted on the plate armor, entraining the whole person and flying out of thin air, slowly rotating.

　　 The foot knight reacted quickly, and immediately drew out his sword and slashed around, but in any case he couldn't get rid of the invisible and intangible shackles. The whole person danced in mid-air, like a clown performing a burlesque, and the people of Gaoshan Fort suddenly burst into laughter.

　　 "Use grudge! Lucas!" His companion responded quickly.

　　The court swordsman's art is really good, he roared, his body suddenly burst into a dazzling silver-white light.

The magic resistance brought by 　　 fighting energy can certainly offset part of the magnetic power, the specific ratio depends on the level of cultivation. But the problem is that even if Richard's magnetic power cancels out three-quarters, the remaining part will not even be able to lift a few hundred pounds of plate-armored knight.

　　 So no matter how hard this court swordsman named Lucas struggled hard, he could only be lifted into the air helplessly, slowly spinning round and round.

　　 A milky white halo set on Lucas, and immediately rescued the poor bug who had been spinning around in the air. It was Bishop Paul who made the move. It is not difficult for him to get rid of the magical technique of undesirable effects.

　　 "I'm going to fight you!" The palace swordsman flushed and became angry. As soon as he landed, he took off his gloves and threw them at the lord of the mountain fort.

　　 This is the prevailing dueling etiquette nowadays. Once the two parties successfully exchange gloves, it means that the duel contract is reached. If it were torn again later, although it would not be punished by law, the huge loss of reputation for a knight would be tantamount to social death.

　　 Fortunately, as soon as the words were spoken, they were dragged back by the companions behind him. A discerning person knows at a glance that the strength of the two sides is not on the same level at all, and rushing to initiate a duel is to die.

　　 Richard is so lazy to care about this poor bug.

　　 For the lord of the dignified mountain fort, duel with an ordinary court swordsman is purely self-defeating. Even if he wins, it's a matter of course, there is nothing to be happy about.

　　 Instead, Nehru snorted and beat the dog with a middle finger. "Poor idiot, your companion is much smarter than your brain."

　　 "Great Nehru, since you are so brave, the organization research decided to send you to teach him a meal." Lord Lord joked with winking eyebrows.

　　 "Uh... next time, definitely." The kobold smiled flatteringly, stepped on his short legs, and hid quietly behind Gunther.

　　 "Stop it!" Vatican's half-covered city gate was pushed aside from the inside, and more than a hundred heavily armed Paladins lined up in two rows and ran out in neat steps.

The Holy Light Church also has its own weapons-the Knights of the Silver Oak Leaf, the Knights Templar and the Knights Hospital. Although the members of the three knights are not large, they have a long history and many talents. They are also well-known on the entire continent. .

　　 Everyone of this team of Paladins has a metal oak leaf on their chests, shining with Ye Ye silver light in the sun, obviously belonging to the Knights of Silver Oak Leaf.

　　 They are the most loyal believers cultivated since childhood, full of honor is my life. Seeing someone daring to fight in the Holy City, he was suddenly furious.

　　Pompeii and Stuart's guard knights, only to realize that the matter had become a bit turbulent, and gradually stopped, each withdrew from the battlefield just now, glaring at their opponents fiercely.

　　 "You daring fanatic! The evil spirit who should go to hell! The heresy that defiles the holy city!" The leading paladin came to Richard indiscriminately, opening his mouth and covering his face with a curse.

　　 It’s no wonder he would make such a judgment--

　　 The situation on the field is very clear. Pompeii and Stuart's guard knights have been brought down a lot, lying on the ground rolling and groaning.

　　Only on the side of Gaoshan Fort, dozens of brawny men stood there and not even one fell down, all of them had a calm expression, long aura, and even a leisurely way of pointing. They looked triumphantly.

　　 Everyone has the instinct to sympathize with the weak, and it's natural to regard them as the culprits.

　　 "Where did your mother pick you up and give birth to you so mentally handicapped? Or do you have hemorrhoids?" Richard rolled his eyes with his arms around his chest, and he was not polite. He could choke a person with just one mouth.

　　 When it comes to the traditional craft of cursing people, the paladins who have been staying in Vatican in front of masters of the magister level like the lord of Alpine Fort are more harmless than apprentices.

　　 He was immediately shocked by this unseen viciousness and vulgarity, "You...you..."

　　 "You, what are you, are you blind?" Richard slapped his arm away, "Quickly apologize to me, I don't want to say it again."

　　 "Catch them up."

　　 The Silver Oak Leaf Paladins began to move around.

　　 But although their hearts are pious~www.readwn.com~ their brains are not stupid. Although the number of these surprisingly strong fighters is less than one-third of them, the look in their eyes is clearly not half jealous, but very kind-the kindness that most people only show when they are mentally retarded.

　　 This kind of look is like a pot of ice water, instantly extinguishing the impulsive flames in their hearts.

　　 "If you have to regard being strong as a sin." The lord brushed his hair smartly, and said slowly, "I can't deny it, I am indeed unforgivable."

　　 "Okay!" There was a violent applause from Stuart's motorcade, and a middle-aged man opened the car window and leaned out half his body.

Richard's eyes were very good, and in the short interval between the man drew the curtains and leaned out, he caught his bare legs without pants, and there was a woman in the carriage kneeling on the carpet, saying nothing. Yu.

　　 It's hard to imagine, when the big basket is almost out there, the people in the carriage still have this kind of dirty thoughts.

　　 "What a beautiful sentence, the limelight is all done for you!" he said loudly while clapping vigorously.

　　 The majestic face, neat hair, the right mustache, and the decent and stiff dress, the appearance is impeccable.

　　 But Richard looked at those pale blue eyes, but only felt that there was endless madness hidden in them.

　　 "Who are you?" Lord Lord asked.

　　 "I, of course I am ~ Belluni." His Majesty the King of Stuart clutched his forehead, giggling, and the whole person trembled slightly.

　　 He suddenly opened his eyes, as if he saw something novel: "I know you, Richard, you did a beautiful job in the last war."