In the corridor near the Heroes Palace, the Soul-Breaking Blade and the Soul-Slaying Spear were separated by more than ten meters. One was firmly nailed to the wall, and the other was quietly lying on the ground.

The Soul-Slaying Gun emitted a faint but ominous tremor, intermittently.

But neither of the two men who should have noticed this had the time or energy to look at this weapon.

Their battlefield had already been moved from the corridor to other places.

"Bang!"

With the loud bang, a large wooden door was knocked open!

In the darkness, two figures rushed into the room.

This is an arsenal, with a wide storage rack covered with layers of thick cloth, and it preserves a variety of equipment in the dark: from long swords, hammers, to shields and armors, everywhere.

It is a special reserve of the Hei Ling Palace court guards set up in the Hei Ling Palace. They are trained according to the standard equipment. They are far from using so many kinds of weapons with different characteristics.

In the darkness, the calm Nekolai rolled around, following the memory and stretched out his hand to the nearest culvert frame!

Listening to the voice behind him, he knew that the other party would not hesitate.

Just like I won't hesitate.

The next second, Nekolai suddenly turned around in the dim vision, and the weapons in his hand flew in the air.

"bite!"

Sure enough, Necolle only felt a pause in his hand: his weapon had encountered artificial obstacles.

During this sudden weapon collision, he and the enemy shook slightly, and together with the power of the recoil, retreated repeatedly in the darkness.

Nekolai retreated to the wall and found the place in his memory. He cleverly flipped back the weapon in his hand and drew sparks on an iron rack. The eternal oil on the rack quickly turned into flames and ignited the firewood in the brazier.

Opposite him, with a light sound, the enemy also used the flint next to him to ignite the brazier in the corner.

The dim arsenal of weapons suddenly became bright.

Caslan stared at the one-sided battle axe in Nekolai's hand.

"It seems you think the same as I do," Casland said, wielding a wide-blade sword he had just received, "In the fight, look for the closest weapon to you."

Nekolene nodded, but said no.

certainly.

This is one of the principles of the Hand-Blade Guard.

Back then, the person who taught me this

Necolle didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes, held the handle with both hands, and frosted the axe blade in front of him, skillfully slashing out an "x"-shaped trajectory.

Caslan smiled.

According to convention, when a Grand Duke of Exeter became the king of the Communist Party, he had the right to take over the iconic book of the Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Blade Hand-Bla

The Blade Guards are all selected from experienced soldiers, such as the standing army with three training sessions a year, and then retrained. In this process, they will be reborn and become elites who can not only identify the battlefield to command battles, but also fight life and death in person: they are not only the king's guards, but also his blades.

Each term of the Blade Guard is full of the personal characteristics of the commander. For example, the "earth-shaking" Caslan Rumba, based on his own example, requires the Blade Guard to master the usage of almost every battlefield weapon.

That's why this arsenal is available, which stores almost every weapon of every era.

"Your vision of evaluating combat has regressed," Kaslan's eyes raised from the opponent's weapon: "You know, the attack is monotonous, the slash is slow, and I am not wearing a heavy armored battle axe, it is really not a good choice."

The answer to him was Necolle's merciless axe strike.

nonsense.

I can't see anything clearly, of course I'll use whatever I catch.

"Peng!"

Kaslan broke the opponent's slash, and the broad-blade sword slashed back with his backhand, but was blocked by Nicolai's instantaneous change of direction.

Necolle took two steps back and was angry.

no.

The wide-blade sword is bladed on both sides and its offense is flexible. As long as he fights backhand, I have to spend some final effort to defend.

Thinking of this, Nekolai swung his hands without hesitation, and the battle axe flew out of his hand toward the enemy.

Caslan picked up the other party's flying axe, but when he looked up again, a light and even one-handed sting sword had already come to Nekolai's hand from a weapon stand not far away.

“Good choice.”

Caslan had only time to pop up these two words, and Nekolai used his final power to turn into a split, a stab and a slash, and there was almost no gap in the middle!

In a few rounds, around the gap between the wide-blade sword's two-way slash, the Slashing Sword attacked back and forth with a clever combination of slashing and stabbing, making Caslan quite embarrassed.

In the last blow, Kaslan bounced off Nicole's slash with great difficulty, but was forced to retreat by the opponent's move again. He had to roll on the ground, and at the same time he hooked up a row of weapon racks to block Nicole's advance.

As countless weapons landed on the ground, Necolle had to stop and adjust his breathing.

"You are already injured, not light," Nicolai kicked away the row of shelves that blocked the road and shook the stinging sword in his hand: "You can't even catch a slightly more flexible move?"

"Good job," Caslan spits out the dust from his mouth and throws away the wide-blade sword in his hand, "just"

"Your leg also seems to be injured," he grabbed the handle of a new weapon from the ground with his right hand and said lightly:

"I guess it's not very convenient to dodge?"

Looking at the new weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nikolai changed color!

As the weapon stand sounded, the three iron chains connected to the Kaslan handle were slowly pulled straight, bringing out three metal balls covered with pointed spikes at the end.

Nekolai did not hesitate, instantly shook off the sword in his hand, turned around and ran away!

Sure enough, the next moment, three terrifying shackles drew three arcs in the air and smashed them hard at Nekolay's original position.

"Bang!" The stone chips splashed.

Necolle knew that Caslan had found his weakness at the moment.

Multi-head shackle.

This weapon with a hammer head connected to the long handle is a veritable battlefield weapon. It is not only powerful, but also broken bones and tendons when you rub it. It also causes as many comrades under it as they die as enemies when they are swung.

If in normal times, dodging it is just easy, but now

Nekolai gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the arrow wound on his leg. He kept hearing the sound of wind behind his ears.

The Meteors rolled out on the spot without thinking!

The stone chips stirred by the flail head bounced behind Necolle's head.

Nekolai suddenly got up and continued to run away.

"Bang!" Caslan swung another skillful flying shackle, and his iron chained shackle head brushed over the weapon stand beside Nekolai, sweeping it into three pieces.

Broken weapons scattered in the air.

Necolle flashed through a fallen dagger.

But he knew he couldn't stop until

Nekolai, who was escaping Kaslan's attack, turned a stone pillar and finally found what he wanted.

The next moment, Kaslan threw out his shackle again!

But then his pupils shrank and Nicole pounced on the ground. By the time he got up, there was already a long weapon on his hand.

The Star Meteor turned around and greeted Caslan!

"Dangdang!"

An iron rod suddenly appeared in the air!

Nekolay suddenly pulled back the long handle on his hand.

With the sound of metal, the chain circled around the iron rod twice, and then it stopped moving the shackle head and was tightly locked on the axe-style design on the top of the iron rod.

Kaslan's heart tightened.

On Necolle's hand was a complicated axe.

The protruding axe tips, axe blades, and specially made hooks are all forged to deal with cavalry. As long as they have enough strength and are skilled in movement, infantry can easily hook cavalry off horses with this long weapon.

And now, it perfectly locks its own shackles.

Nekolai took a few breaths and felt his body fatigue, even though he was as strong as him, he was very tired after several hours of high-intensity battles.

Fortunately, the other party is the same.

He did not pause, stretched his right hand back, and the axe and halberd on his hand skillfully poked towards Kaslan with a flail!

Kaslan let go of the locked shackle in a mess. This time it was his turn to stagger away from Nekolai's erratic axe that changed direction at any time.

"Notification!"

The axe brought down a row of bow frames beside Caslan, and the long bow that had not been stalked fell to the ground.

Caslan did not stop, he looked serious and continued to roll around, avoiding Nekolai's long weapon sweeping.

Nekolai tightened the weapon in his hand and without hesitation slashed it out with a halberd.
To be continued...