On the other side, Janice was in charge of another fenced paddle boat.
After nearly two months of training, the cowardice in the girl's eyes has been replaced by perseverance.
The Flame Knight's physical transformation gave her extraordinary strength and reflexes.
Although the swordsmanship is far inferior to that of her sister, the speed and strength make up for it.
She wore well-fitting Valyrian steel light armor, holding her sword tightly, her small face tense but unflinching.
Seeing that she was young and beautiful, several pirates rushed to the front, and their eyes suddenly showed contempt, and they pounced on her with strange screams.
"Looking for death!" Janice silently recited her sister's teachings in her heart, her steps were as agile as a cat, she dodged the dagger that was splitting sideways, and the steel sword in her hand took advantage of the situation to quickly pull down.
"Ah——!" The pirates who rushed to the front howled and covered their wrists, and their severed hands fell off the deck along with the daggers, blood gushing out.
Another pirate attacked from the side, and Janice couldn't turn back, so she simply shortened her body with a swift sweeping leg, infused with the power of the Flame Knight, this leg was like a steel whip.
"Click!" The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the pirate's calf broke in response, and he screamed and rolled to the ground.
The third pirate swung his axe and slashed, and Janice did not retreat but advanced, pointing out the tip of her sword like a poisonous snake, accurately stabbing into the opponent's elbow joint holding the axe.
The pirate's arm was numb, the axe was out of hand, and Janice kicked him away.
As soon as a pirate tried to encircle her, she quickly retreated into a tightly guarded line behind her.
Under the silent guard of the dragon spirit guard and the mending knife, Janice was like a young dragon trying its first edge, although it looked young, but its claws were sharp enough.
The second rowing boat she was in charge of, resistance quickly collapsed.
The pirates on the other two pirate ships witnessed the horrific slaughter of their companions like lambs to be slaughtered, especially when they saw Jerina's inhuman force and the silent and efficient killing of the dragon spirit guards.
Seeing that the opponent's galleon had blocked the way out, and the battle was even more unilateral, the pirate leader threw away his weapons extremely bachelorishly and raised his hands and shouted: "Surrender!" We surrender! Don't kill it! "
...
On the deck of the merchant ship, shouts and screams in the distance seemed to become background sounds.
Liu Qian's eyes were fixed on the strong man in front of him.
Those pirates handed over to Jelena and them like chopping melons and vegetables, and what he had to do now was to make this man who dared to ram his fleet and look unruly pay the price.
At the same time, it is also an excellent whetstone to test one's own strength control and martial arts progress.
Liu Qian shouted lowly, the deck under his feet seemed to shake, his body burst out like an arrow off the string, and the Valyrian steel sword engraved with runes in his hand slashed the head of the strong man.
The strong man's pupils shrank suddenly.
This speed, this power, far exceeded his expectations.
He didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, and his instinct of years of life and death drove his body to flash with a wonderful side slide, and at the same time, his wrist shook, and the long sword in his hand stabbed accurately and quickly into the tendons of Liu Qian's sword-holding wrist.
Attack it must be saved, force it to change its moves, and this counterattack shows the old spiciness of a hundred battles.
Liu Qian secretly praised in his heart, and his speculation about the identity of the strong man was clear.
He forcibly restrained the violent momentum of the slash, his wrist flipped strangely like a spirit snake, Valyrian's steel sword drew a tricky arc, and the sound of the "bell" accurately blocked the tip of the opponent's sword.
A huge recoil force came, and the strong man only felt his arms trembling violently, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and he took three steps back in a row to stabilize his figure, and the horror in his eyes was even stronger.
The strength of this young man is simply inhuman.
Liu Qian was unforgiving, and the sword unfolded like a tide.
Instead of relying solely on brute force, he began to try to integrate the exquisite sword skills given by Jelena into this violent power.
The Valyrian steel sword danced in his hands into a deadly storm of blades, a perfect combination of speed and strength, making each sword carry the scream of death.
The strong man brought the practical skills he had learned all his life to the extreme.
He knew that his strength was far inferior, and he no longer shook hard, but instead relied on his perfect footwork and deloading skills, like a reef in the stormy waves, tenaciously maneuvering.
He was agile and avoided Liu Qian's heavy blows when he was in the middle.
The long sword in his hand was either sticky or pulled, using the spine of the sword to cleverly release the huge power, and even launched a thunderous counterattack in the small gap of Liu Qian's move conversion, and the sword pointed straight to the point, forcing Liu Qian to defend himself.
His swordsmanship abandoned all fancy, simple and deadly, and was the way to survive that he had climbed out of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood countless times.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense and harsh sound of gold and iron sounded like a bean on the deck of a merchant ship, and sparks splashed!
The two figures were like lightning, the sword light was swirling, and dozens of moves had been fiercely exchanged while tossing and turning.
Liu Qian's strength and speed had an overwhelming advantage, but the strong man's tempered experience and accurate skills allowed him to find life again and again in desperate situations, and even almost caught Liu Qian's subtle control instability caused by the surge in strength several times and gave him a counterattack.
The strength of this strong man's martial arts and rich practical experience made Liu Qian more and more frightened by the battle, and the more he fought, the more hearty he became.
He felt that under such high-intensity actual combat pressure, his control of the surging power and his understanding and integration of sword moves were becoming more proficient at an unprecedented speed.
Finally, after a fierce weapon collision, Liu Qian keenly captured the trace of undetectable delay caused by the weakening of the strong man's long-term combat effectiveness.
His eyes burst with light, no longer pursuing complicated changes, but pouring all his strength into his arms without reservation.
The Valyrian steel sword was like a mad dragon breaking free, tearing through the air and taking the middle door of the strong man's chest with an indomitable momentum.
The strong man's face turned pale instantly, and he felt a fatal threat.
Although he wears a breastplate, he is as brittle as a piece of paper in front of the Valyrian steel sword.
He instinctively blocked with his sword, trying to seal the devastating stab.
However——
"Click!!"
There was a tooth-shattering cracking sound.
The steel long sword in the strong man's hand that had accompanied him for many years was abruptly broken the moment he came into contact with the Valyrian steel sword.
The pitch-black blade was slightly weakened, but it still stabbed his heart hard with unmatched sharpness and strength.
The line of life and death!
The strong man burst out with a beastly survival instinct, his body leaned back as much as possible, and at the same time, he stepped on the deck with all his might, and the whole person retreated sharply as if he was being pulled by a huge force.
"Laugh——!
The sharp tip of the sword tore through his breastplate, plowing a blood-trough scar on his firmly knotted left pectoral muscle.
Hot blood shot out like a fountain, instantly staining his broken leather armor and the deck beneath his feet.
"Uh!" The strong man let out a painful snort, staggered back seven or eight steps in a row, and barely stopped with his back hitting the side of the boat.
The severe pain made his forehead bulge, cold sweat poured down, and his breathing was as heavy as a bellows.
The broken sword in his hand fell weakly, and blood dripped down the hilt.
Liu Qian did not pursue, his wrist shook, and the blood-stained Valyrian steel sword oblique nail plate, and the crimson blood beads on the tip of the sword slowly dripped down.
He stared coldly at his opponent, who was trembling slightly from blood loss and severe pain, and his voice was like a cold wind:
"Now, I'm qualified to ask you to report your name, right? Or are the warriors of Westeros used to being unknowns? "
Liu Qian's words reveal the origin of the strong man.
The strong man stared at Liu Qian's young face, and then looked down at the bleeding wound on his chest, and the long sword on the ground that was broken in half, symbolizing his half-life.
After the huge shock, an indescribable and complex emotion came to my heart.
Bitterness, helplessness, frustration, and even a hint of relief from the opponent.
He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain, and used all his strength to straighten his burly but scarred waist like a brown bear.
Although his face was pale with blood loss, the pride that belonged to the Northern Warriors, to the Mormont family, like a blazing flame, rekindled in his gloomy eyes.
"Jorah Mormont."
His deep voice announced the name of the once glorious but now dusty, "Former Count of Bear Island, now Knight in Exile." "
He calmly met Liu Qian's gaze and said word by word, "You won, boy." "