"That Terry, oh no, it's Yuri... Don't let him run away!"

Ezek followed Charles's line of sight, and sure enough, he found Yuri in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Don't worry, I can't run, I just happened..."

"Something to do with him!" the two said in unison.

Before he could finish speaking, Ezek was like a sharp arrow off the string, pressing the family heirloom sword at his waist and rushing towards the oncoming swan guard.

Seeing that the gray-haired man in rough clothes dared to resist, Yillman was so excited that he tightened the gorgeous long-handled saber in his hand for a while, gathering strength and preparing to attack.

But Azek ignored him, ran to the front, and was about to bypass him with a direct flick.

"Where to run!"

Ignored for the battle, Illman's pride was severely damaged, and he angrily stabbed Azek at the empty door of his vest.

"Ahh

It wasn't Azek who screamed, but Ihlman, who was dangling with a sword in the middle of the road.

The sharp pain in his wrist caused him to withdraw his attention from the lock on Ezek, and when he looked closely, a large hand reached out and grabbed him.

"Your opponent is me. Charles squeezed Ilman's wrist and said leisurely.

Yilman tried to break free, but found that Charles's big hands were cast of iron, and no matter how hard he tried, it had no effect.

It's not good, could it be an eighth-level fighter!?

Yilman's family background is extraordinary, since he was a child, his father, who was the commander of the army, taught him by word and deed, and his martial arts are naturally outstanding, otherwise he would not have been among the upper court of the god of war at a young age.

And with his strength as a seventh-level warrior at this time, he couldn't even break free in the hands of the other party.

"You... Who is it?"

Realizing that his opponent's rank was above him, Yillman was a little surprised, but he was not afraid at all, and he was faintly excited.

Trying to break free to no avail, he simply let go of his right hand, let the long-handled saber fall straight, and his left hand took it instantly, and the sword slashed at Charles's wrist.

Although Charles was a little upset at this time, he did not forget to open his "brain wave field" at all times, he shook his hand to dodge Yilman's sword, and shouted at Ezek:

"Azek, help, help me get a good guy~"

Ezek was now besieged by a group of swan guards, clasping his sword to the left and right.

He didn't want to get out of the sheath, but who knew that these low-eyed subordinates made extremely heavy shots, and the worst ones were all fifth-level warriors.

Careless, it seems that this young master is not small...

"Kengqin!"

The family heirloom sword came out with a ghostly light, gently stroking several sharp blades, and several swan guards only felt that the blades in their hands trembled slightly, and then they swung it a little lighter, and there was an indescribable awkwardness.

"Sonorous, sonorous..."

But it turned out that the blade in his hand was cut off by the waist, and there were a few more blades on the ground for a while, reflecting the faint yellow light of the Dragon Tail Tavern, which was particularly scorching in the eyes of the Swan Guard.

Ezek stood with his sword in his hand, and shouted at Charles while the swan guards were in a daze looking at the broken blades in their hands:

"Where will I go to find you a good man, and I will go to Hawke myself to get the shield. ”

"yes..."

Charles patted his head and turned his head to get the double shield in the carriage.

"Thousands of Troops—Sweep!"

Where was Yillman willing to give him this opportunity, ignoring the pain in his right wrist, he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, stepped forward with his right foot, and slashed horizontally with a sword, not only blocking Charles's forward route, but also seeing where the sword fell, it was between Charles's chest and abdomen.

The long-handled saber held by Ehrman was the famous blade of his father, Edelman-Sainz, when he was young, because the hilt was half as long as the blade of the sword, and it resembled a half-cut spear, and was called a half-sword spear.

And I'llman's swordsmanship is almost like marksmanship, this move "Thousand Army Sweep", from the moment the right foot stepped forward, he began to exert his strength, swung his body and shoulders, bent his arm and slashed, combining the sword and the spear The essence of the two forces is really a superior martial art.

He has been practicing half a sword and gun for many years, and at this moment, he can do it together, and the power is terrifying, seeing that Charles is about to be splashed with blood on the spot, but suddenly there is a flower in front of him, and he only listens to a fluttering sentence:

"Wait!"

The half-sword spear that was like an arm pointing was stunned!

Charles waved his hand, dodged in a wrong step, rushed to the side before the sword momentum:

"Don't worry, there is time, let's talk slowly. ”

Yilman didn't answer, his face turned pale, thinking back to the unexplained stagnation just now, and looked at the half-sword gun in his hand in disbelief...

You can't go wrong, this feeling...

It's a Steel Mage!

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, he looked at the back of Charles getting into the carriage, and a huge crystal came into view, at this moment, his father's warning still sounded in his ears:

"Those who are gifted with steel elements cannot be enemies. ”

"You... Who the hell is it?" asked Ilman again, his voice a little shaky, and he lost the excitement he had just had.

Charles laboriously took out a shield blade for his right hand from Hawke's arms, jumped out of the carriage and waved it on the spot a few times, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Well, it's almost funny, but it's enough..."

"Rank 8 Warrior, Iron Elemental Talent, can't be a nameless!Who are you!" Ilman took a step back, pointed his sword at Charles, and shouted sharply.

"What!"

"Steel elemental!?"

"Rank 8 Warrior?"

The swan guards of the besieging Ezek were all taken aback when they heard Ilman's drink, and they did not forget their first priority, and immediately left Ezek aside, and quickly surrounded him, protecting Ilman in the middle.

"You can't fight yet, it's a sneak attack and a check, which green onion are you, and your tone is amazing?" Charles plucked his ears impatiently and said disdainfully.

A slightly older swan guard proudly carried a half-cut long sword and pointed at Charles: "Our young master is the son of the captain of the Sainz Legion, you..."

"Less nonsense!"

Charles was impatient to listen to his nonsense, so he flew up directly and stepped on it, and the pitch-black soles were imprinted on the face of this swan guard without saying anything, and the second half of his sentence was directly trampled on.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bastard!"

Before Charles could get his foot down, the remaining swan guards pounced on him, and the stumps of the various broken soldiers were like sharp thorns in flowers, threatening to pierce him with a thousand holes.

"Hey, Qianjun—"

"What!?"

Yillman was only three feet away from Charles, and as soon as Charles's flying right foot stepped down, he felt extremely familiar, and when he heard this familiar term again, his eyes were about to fall out.

"-Sweep!"

Sure enough, Charles stepped on the swan guard with his right foot, learned from Ilman's power posture, stepped down hard, turned around and swung his arms, and the shield blade in his hand drew a black arc in the air, which was a decent "Thousand Army Sweep".

Don't look at Hawke's right hand shield blade in Charles's hand, well-behaved as if it has no weight, once it meets the swan guard, it immediately becomes extremely fierce, and none of the blockers are spared, all of them are split, and a vacant space is instantly vacated in front of Yilman, and the sound of screams and wails resounded in the alley for a while.

The two swan guards who were squeezed in the back row belatedly seemed to have seen ghosts, and half of the sword soldiers were hanging in the air, neither slashing nor retreating.

At this time, as if struck by lightning, Yilman's eyes froze in place, and he muttered:

"Impossible!

This trick "Thousand Army Sweep" is his father Edelman's battle formation mastery, not to mention changing to a heavy shield blade, it is honest and practical half-sword and spear, he doesn't know how many days and nights he has practiced hard, this is a little successful.

At this moment, Charles is no different from a monster in his eyes.

"That's a good trick, I'll have to let Hawke learn from you another day. ”

Ezek was no longer restrained by the Swan Guard, and now he had already restrained Yuri with a sword, and walked over with his collar.

Yuri kicked his legs on the ground and struggled: "Let go of me, let go of me, I'm going to raise your interest, increase your interest!"

Azek snorted coldly, his wrist flicked, and the scabbard was pressed against Yuri's chest: "The interest of the ghost is raised, we have even paid off the principal with interest, give me honesty!"

Then he turned to Charles and said, "Hurry up and solve it, it's not too early, we have made an appointment with the client tomorrow, and the task of the ring has not yet been handed over." ”

Charles took the posture of "a thousand army sweeps", took a step forward, and the frightened two swans escorted Ilman to retreat a few feet, for fear that Charles would be violent and hurt people again.

"Not busy, not busy, I'll talk to this kid first. ”