And the flashing and shocking—

"The best weapon to deal with mages and crossbowmen! It can also be used in group battles!"

But there was no time to celebrate, his dark golden eyes swept far away, and several panicked men rushed towards the logs hiding in Ciri.

...

The three soldiers wearing chain mail and wearing steel helmets were scared to death.

The white-haired man was simply a devil. In just twenty seconds, several companions turned into corpses without any ability to fight back.

Even the archer was defeated by his despicable human sandbag.

At this moment, several guys with the most skilled swordsman were still pestering the guy, and they chose another way - to catch the "little nephew" of the witch hunter!

The distance of just a few dozen meters was approaching in an instant. The soldiers rushed to the logs and stretched out their evil hands. They could see the little child huddled into a ball inside, the pair of panicked green eyes.

Suddenly, the soldier in the middle was pulled back and turned around—

A long sword stabbed in from his only part without armor protection.

The tip of the sword penetrated into the brain from his chin and quickly pulled out with the squirting blood. The soldier fell to the ground without even having time to scream.

Before the remaining two soldiers came to their senses, the man who suddenly appeared like a ghost looked at the sword in his hand like lightning and stabbed the other eye accurately.

"Puchi..." The bloody sword tip was pulled back, and the soldier covered his face and twitched weakly on the ground.

After two strikes, the witch hunter's body poses a cattle position according to his instinct, separated his feet from front to back, bowed slightly, held the hilt of the sword with both hands and was horizontally on his face, and his limbs and the long sword were like a bow that was full of force, with the tip of the sword pointing directly to the third soldier.

The third soldier didn't care about the little girl in the log, and pulled up the nails from his waist and hit him on the shoulder. The cold and hard hand armor and the radial blade with blood stained with hammer flashed cold light, which could easily break the bones of the sneak attacker.

But the heavy chain mail had a certain impact on the movement, so he took a slow move.

In the eyes of the witch hunter, it looks like a snail.

While the soldier swung the nail hammer from the upper right side of himself to the lower left, Roy did not dodge backwards, so his opponent could still chase him and attack.

His steps were in the direction of the hammer's swaying, and he took a step forward to the left, and his sword body pressed the hammer head to the right. At this time, Gu Weishir, who was tilted upward, did not need any adjustments and had already started to plow. The tip of the sword pushed towards the soldier's throat that he had delivered to the door.

"puff--"

The blade pierces into the trachea without any obstacles.

The third soldier made a vague sound from his throat and fell to the ground to death.

"Kill...Experience value +20*3,lv6(630/3500)"

...

The crisis is lifted.

The little guy immediately came out of the wood and rushed into the witch hunter's arms.

"Woooo...Roy, don't leave me again!"

...

On the other hand, the battle of the White Wolf came to an end, and there was only one person left in front of him.

The sword blade hit his neck.

He twisted his waist and shoulders, used the blocking force to push the opponent away, while the tip of the sword stroked across the opponent's cheek.

The opponent staggered back and covered his face, while the witch hunter rushed forward suddenly, and then with his left leg as the center, the sword blade quickly broke through the opponent's carotid artery.

The man trembled, fell down and fell headlong into the grass.

"What a pity..." Geralt breathed a long sigh, with a trace of crystal beads of sweat hanging between his forehead. In just two or three minutes of close killing, he consumed more physical strength than Roy.

"My man from the Snake Sect, do a pretty job!" Geralt pulled a piece of sackcloth from the body and wiped the blade. The dark cat pupil noticed the three crossbowmen lying in the corpse not far away. "If you don't look at your face, I thought it was an old man."

"Gelot, you are much better than me." Roy patted the back of the little girl in his arms and praised sincerely. After a glance just now, he also noticed Bai Lang's personal style, superb swordsmanship - the sword-wielding movement is as elegant and free as a dancer, with both speed, strength and explosive power.

In terms of swordsmanship, it is no less than Oaks.

At least for the time being, he is far inferior.

Suddenly, Geralt's expression froze, turned around, and looked at the rider riding a gray horse slowly moving in the distance,

"Who is that?" Roy drew his sword again.

"Do you still remember what these soldiers said just now? They were waiting for someone to enter the forest to retaliate against the tree spirit."

"Druid?" Roy's heart moved.
Chapter completed!