She thought that the ability of the Foil Swordsman was better than the clumsy structure of the Combat Craftsman. It was fast and accurate - it was no problem to shoot down clockwork goblins, let alone bulky walkers.

But she soon realized she had made a mistake.

That's why the Combat Craftsman's construct is called a 'flexible' construct——

The female swordsman repeatedly changed the direction of the sword, but she could not get out of the backhand state. The two sides exchanged swords, and the construct was as flexible as a real person.

One blow, two blows, three blows, she retreated and blocked, feeling extremely anxious. At the fourth blow, the door finally opened wide. Fang Pliance saw the gray numbers cut off - the blocking value was cleared. He subconsciously

Take a step forward, put the five fingers of your right hand together and make a stroke from left to right.

The 'Sword Plover' shot out like a sharp arrow.

At the critical moment, the female swordsman rolled back and barely managed to escape.

But this dodge was not her original intention, but because she still had a dodge value - a passive dodge under the guidance of the system. Because there was no active factor at all, the damage of this blow was almost not attenuated at all.

A three-digit blue dodge damage appeared from Fang Plover's field of vision.

The female swordsman fell to the ground because of this unconscious dodge, completely losing her balance for the first time.

The block value returned to zero, the dodge value lost most of it, and the balance was completely lost.

The fight between one person and one weapon was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, the female swordsman had reached the end of her life, and the others had only just reacted.

"Battle Craftsman!"

A cry of surprise came from across the forest.

Fang Yu recognized that it should be the foreign girl. It seemed that the people over there had also discovered him. From her angry voice, it seemed that the problem on the battlefield over there was not that big.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The walker's double blades intertwined, and like a bolt of lightning, it passed through the female swordsman's throat, and a bright red arrow shot out.

Fang Yu didn't care whether the opponent was really dead or not, and immediately controlled the walker to move to the next target - his target was the summoner among the crowd. The gunslinger was still trying to reload at this time. As long as the summoner was dealt with first,

There is hope of victory in fighting.

At this time, he didn't feel happy at all that he had succeeded in the sneak attack.

If it was just an appetizer before, then the main meal has just begun. His eyes slowly scanned the entire battlefield. There were four people left in the red team, four full members, and each of them may have a level higher than

Everyone present is tall.

His only chance of winning was to get the maroon weevil out of control and muddy the waters.

Apart from this, there is almost no other possibility of winning this battle.

But just as Fang Yu was calculating the possibilities on the battlefield, a surprising scene appeared on the battlefield again. Several remaining members of the red team suddenly showed breathtaking maneuvers. They saw the female sword

After the soldier fell to the ground, he not only didn't rush to kill him with rage, but also killed him.

Instead, they all shouted:

"Sister's head is dead!"

"It's a battle craftsman, run!"

Before they finished speaking, these people were very skillful and disappeared into the grass faster than Western reporters.

Fang Plover was left alone to stare at this scene with his mouth open.

What is going on? Are combat craftsmen that scary?
Chapter completed!