Abe the Wizard

When the Marshall Knight chopped to the top, the mighty momentum locked Abel, whose evasive intentions were completely suppressed, and then the sword drew a perfect arc in the air, Abel found that there were only two paths to choose from, resist or retreat.

Abel's mental power simulated the human shadow with a sword and a resistance, resulting in the powerful power of the Marshall Knight to disperse the human shadow.

When Abel woke up from the simulation, he seemed to know that the world's force was different from that of previous generations, a world in which the use of cold weapons had reached a state of simplicity and unexpectedness as a result of years of cold war.

Of course, this is inseparable from mankind's greatest enemy, the beast, who, without waving his weapon at all costs, may not even be able to cut off the skin of the beast, who is more flexible and faster than mankind, and who, in order to survive, simplifies his martial arts to the extreme.

Abel only then discovered that although he had reached the level 5 apprenticeship knight, there was still a great lack of swordsmanship understanding, and this time seeing Marshall knight training gave Abel a new perspective on knight training in his heart.

"Abel, what can I do for you?” The Knight Marshall had stopped the sword in his hand and saw Abel coming, asking.

“Oh.” Marshall's knight's voice sobered Abel from his thoughts and he said, "I'm here to try the sword. ”

Marshall's knight glanced at Abel and stared at the sword in Abel's hand and asked: "Try this sword? What are the features? ”

The Marshall Knight knows both types of magic swords made by Abel. His favorite is the Ice Magic Sword in his hand. Although the Fire Magic Sword has a higher attack power, it is much more practical to give the enemy the ability to slow down than to add some Fire System Attack power in a strong hostile war.

Now that Abel is testing the Magic Sword, it shouldn't be either of those two Magic Swords, a brand new Magic Sword, this idea has excited the Marshall Knight twelve points, you know, the Ice Magic Sword, the Harry Bow, which has increased the strength of the Marshall Knight many times.

What Abel's thinking now is that the function of the script is to repel the enemy, but cutting wood has no effect, because wood is not the so-called enemy, and it's only when it comes to fighting biological warfare that it reveals its true function? So Abel found the Marshall Knight.

“Uncle Marshall, I cut you with a sword, you use it to defend yourself. ”

“No problem." The Marshall Knight is still very confident in his strength, and working with Abel's test sword is not a problem.

“Be careful.” After Abel lifted the sword, he just watched the Marshall Knight's chopping move. For a moment, the sword was lifted, and the process of simulating with mental force appeared in front of him, and his spiritual power was moving at a high speed, and Abel's momentum was changing, as if the sword had merged with his body at this time.

The Marshall knight opposite changed his face and felt that he was facing a giant sword. This is a sword power, a sword mastery that has been practicing swords for many years?

The Marshall knight thought that his swordsmanship was a breakthrough five years ago. He knew that Abel had not been practicing swords long enough, and that he had already completed Abel's training with the Bennett knight before taking over.

Abel seemed to enter the state of the first hundred rough exercises, the immature fighting qi of his whole body slowly gathered, and his whole body flashed the glow of fighting qi. At this moment, Abel seemed to become an indestructible blade. As the accumulation reached its peak, Abel's whole body fighting qi flowed to the great sword at this moment. Although due to insufficient grade, the fighting qi could not enter the great sword, but the great sword accelerated the fighting qi, quickly chopped down, the air in the chopping of the great sword, like chopping a thin parchment paper, a tearing sound.

The Marshall knight whispered in his mouth, no one touched the sword. As an intermediate knight, he could take the sword, but then he had to fight hard, as a perennially trained intermediate knight, as long as he fought hard, that was a full attack, it was hard to stop without hurting Abel.

Jumping backwards, the knight of Marshall dodged Abel's sword. The splitting Abel seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the sword could not be held, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and Abel sat on the floor with his ass and gasped heavily.

Trainee knights can only use their temper once, and while it will not hurt the fundamentals of the trainee knight, it will also take several days to recover this consumption.

Abel had just somehow mastered the immature sword, and under the guidance of the sword, his whole body of fighting was detonated and erupted in an instant.

“What's going on here?” When Abel sat on the ground, he had awakened from the senses he had just had, and some people were still asking.

The Marshall knight had the feeling that he was stupid as a pig. The 13-year-old boy in front of him learned sword power at a time of enlightenment. And himself, decades of day-to-day sword practice, did not learn until he was in his thirties.

Besides, I haven't learned anything since I grew up. In front of this guy, the knight saw it twice. How can the difference between people be so great?

The Marshall knight turned his mind, but ended up being occupied with joy and joy. The young man in front of him was his heir, the genius of the Harry family.

“You're enlightened again!” The Marshall Knight chewed his teeth and said.

“No wonder I'm so tired, every time.” Abel's voice was filled with silk and helplessness, as if he had been overwhelmed by enlightenment.

From time to time, the Marshall Knight's eyes fluttered with a cold light, his fist pinched, and he considered whether to go up and beat the boy to pieces, which is typically unhappy in bliss.

“How did you get away? Did the sword just cut you back?” Abel was surprised to find that the position of the Marshall Knight had changed.

“You're crazy. I'm not going crazy with you. I quit myself.” The Marshall Knight did not notice the surprise in the Abe tone, and responded directly.

Abel, who was greatly disappointed, stood up and found that his strength seemed to have recovered. The temper was no longer necessary. The pulse in his body had become an empty shell, but only with strength.

“Start over, I'll cut it straight this time, just block it.” Once again, Abel raised his sword, and this time, because his strength had not recovered, he appeared weak when he lifted it over his head.

The Marshall Knight made a defensive move, laying his sword on his chest, giving Abel a look, indicating that he could begin.

The sword fell, this time the sword was chopped very slowly, the Marshall knight had a feeling that it would not take effort to stop the sword, as long as it did not move to stop it.

When the two swords came into contact, Abel's sword struck the sword that the Marshall Knight had flattened. There was not much noise, because there was not much strength.

The Marshall knight's face easily blocked Abel's sword. The power from the sword was very small. As the Marshall knight was preparing to laugh at Abel for a few words, an irresistible force came from Abel's sword, which had no harm whatsoever, but was under a great mountainous pressure that forced him to retreat, one step at a time, two steps at a time, three steps at a time, and the Marshall knight withdrew ten steps before stopping.

The relaxed look on the face of the Marshall knight disappeared and replaced it with an unspeakable consternation. 100% of his heart was sure that the power just now was not from Abel. He also knew that Abel's body was powerless. That power made the Marshall knight feel a little small. This feeling has not been experienced by the Marshall knight for a long time. The last time he faced a knight, it felt stronger than the knight gave him.

This power of the Marshall knight is in fact the force of the rules in the sword, the repelling of the enemy in the rune, is a forced repercussion, no matter how powerful the enemy is, this power must repel the enemy by the rules, this power is too high for Abel, for the Marshall knight.

“What is the function of this sword?” The Marshall Knight's eyes stared dead at the sword in Abel's hand, with an impulse to snatch it.

“It must have been a shock to the enemy. Did you just seem to have been shocked?” Abel looked happily at the sword in his hand, and this time he was sure it had succeeded.