Power and Empire Chapter 1351: Meeting on a narrow road (3)

For the Mamunuk knight of the Salander Temple, who is famous for his personal martial arts, if a fly flies in front of him and says to cut off its left wing, it is absolutely impossible to cut off his right wing. ,

　　

　　 But today, the Mamunuk of the Salander Temple paled and found that his outstanding martial arts was like an overwhelmed wooden board in front of a group of well-trained imperial guards, hit by unstoppable gravity. The crack, the light of the sword like a mountain, strikes from several directions at the same time every time, making people unable to defend at all. However, if the sword is smashed by himself, it will be skillfully blocked by the enemy next to the target.

　　

　　 Although the number of opponents is wrong, they advance and retreat well, and the coordination is seamless. When one person rushes in, there is always a companion to follow up and protect, and three people move forward. In the narrow gate position, Ma Mu Nuuk Knight’s personal agility, there is no extra room for maneuvering,

　　

　　 It’s just a moment. The opponent’s killer swords have already brought down half of Mamunuk, even if the Mamunuks are fighting for their lives, while the opponent’s weapon space is wide open. The whole body pounced, but it was only blocked by another person who was protecting the opponent, and he was immediately hit by a strong knee. The triangular thorn cone on the guard's knee position seemed to pierce a skin bag, easily. It penetrated the Mamunuk knight's animal skin and soft armor and vivid and powerful body.

　　

　　 Every attack is a hard fight, the blade is flying, the blood is pouring, and Mamunuk, who is constantly having the knife, hums backwards, carrying the blood marks split by the sharp sword. Splash like a flower on the stone pillar behind the temple gate

　　

　　 The most eye-catching thing is that among these black imperial guards, a slightly fat young man wearing ordinary guard armor, with two long swords in his hands that add up to more than two and a half meters. , Coupled with the unusually strong arms, slammed into the flock of Mamunuk knights who took the lead in an attempt to block the gate of the temple. In front of him, the blockers were invincible. , The huge force swept across like a typhoon, knocking the Mamunuk knight in front to the ground with a single blow, or it was knocked over to the ground,

　　

　　 Such an opponent who is obviously not at the same level, even if the Mamunuk knight possesses the swordsmanship that can embroider on the gorgeous carpet, it is empty talk, with the Mamunuk Templar's more fancy than practical long sword , It’s a bit lacking if you want to get close to him. It’s almost the same if you change the dragon spear to deal with the legendary dragon.

　　

　　The weapons of the Mamunuk Templars are all made by the craftsmen of the temple. In the past long years, in order to reflect the sacred meaning of the temple, these generations of temple craftsmen have often been in each temple. The Sabre of the Mamunuk Templar is printed with a variety of complicated patterns and decorations to reflect the noble and sacredness of the Templar. Sarander’s forging technology was originally not high, and in the thin sword face If the hollow patterns and decorative patterns are densely covered, it is simply not a weapon, but a work of art, but no one has ever suggested that once the high-intensity actual combat is put into actual combat, these fancy weapons will be against the Mamunuk guarding the temple. In other words, it was a disaster

　　

　　 "My God, is this still a human?"

　　

　　Some of the Jixun and Mamunuk who were watching the excitement outside the door, their faces were already dull at the moment, they looked at the fat man in black armor who took the lead, just like a human tyrannosaurus running rampant in the crowd,

　　

　　 The two Samor swords in his hand that look frustrating, often in the collision of sparks, directly turn the opponent’s weapon into a pile of splattered steel. Just one person restricts it. The huge space near the entrance of the temple gate is nearly 3 meters,

　　

　　 The fat man easily drew his **** saber from the corpse of an unwilling Mamunuk knight. The black armor guards tensely protected him beside him. After a while, he was responsible. There is only one Mamunuk knight at the gate of the temple,

　　

　　Skills are not as good as people, weapons are not as good as people, and collective cooperation is not as good as people! This weak Mamunuk knight looked at the fat man in black armor who came up on him with a look of fear. It blows off, revealing the thought of a middle-aged man with a few beards, only half a minute away, the fat man can split his face into two with this knife,

　　

　　The interval between life and death is only half a minute. The fat man has been completely infested with human blood and Samor stood there, drew two circles, and plunged deeply into the middle-aged Mamunu. On the wooden board behind the knight, the handle of the knife trembled.

　　

　　 This middle-aged Mamunuk knight half-kneeled on the ground with his head up, motionless. This posture was originally his sword with both hands, hoping to resist the anger of the opponent. Now his sword is only Dan just raised it, and the opponent's **** saber was pointing at his nose. As long as he went down further, he could chop himself into two pieces, "Tell me, who are you! I can spare your life"

　　

　　 The fat man looked at the already scared Mamunuk with cold eyes. He raised his foot and took a step forward. The last Mamunuk knight looked flustered and took a step back. As a result, the temple was behind. His body is like a can, with a heavy knocking sound, unable to retreat

　　

　　"One last question, who are you!" The fat man asked again. On the steps under his feet, there were minced meat and fallen corpses. The fat man looked at him faintly, as if he was looking at a corpse. , With an unquestionable pressure

　　

　　 "Imperial Dog, we Salander will never succumb!"

　　

　　 Under the fat man’s murderous gaze, this Mamunuk did not dare to make a hysterical shout~IndoMTL.com~ For Mamunuk’s honor and blood, he could only use his own blood Let Ming be the most tragic and majestic!

　　

　　 "Puff!"

　　

　　 cold light fell from the top of his head,

　　

　　His efforts were only for the companions who rushed into the temple to delay the fat man’s lifting for a short second. As the knife light cut off the long sword in his hand, a faint blood trace came from the Mamunu. Ke's eyebrows were drawn to his stomach, "You... hey! Hey!" The attacker who had his neck severed almost burst out with two bloodshot eyes, his mouth was wide open, and he worked hard. Inhaling, making a broken and unpleasant sound in his mouth. This is the trachea being cut off. I can see what he wants to say, but now he can’t say anything. "Stupid! You really think I don’t know that you are the Southern Temple." The man!" The fat man sneered softly at the unwilling Mamunuk. The body of the middle-aged Mamunuk fell down the wall, blood and internal organs from his throat to the cut of his stomach. Splashed out, countless blood spread like a large group of red paint from under his body "Let's go in!"

　　

　　 The fat man carried his saber upside down, and walked in through the hall full of corpses. All those who watched this scene rose from their hearts. It seemed that the imperial guards stepped into the Sanctuary Hall of Immortality, but Trample the entire temple under your feet

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