While Reilly's Black Wing Field is hard to entangle, Sillov isn't a fuel-efficient lamp either. Since he dared to claim to be the first person under the God of Fighting, he naturally had two brushes. The use of the fighting qi of the fire attribute was perfect, and although its own speed was greatly reduced, there was no flaw in its strength and defense.

He stood in the middle of the field, motionless as a mountain, like a god of war. A fighting aura wrapped it tightly, and once Rayleigh approached, it would explode on its own! and the broad-edged sword, like a door panel, although it looked clumsy, it was actually unexpectedly sensitive. Every time Reilly wanted to make a move, he would always be stopped by the blade, and after the collision, he would be shocked by the fighting spirit dozens of meters away!

Looking at this hedgehog-like Sillov, for a while, Reilly couldn't swallow at all. After the collision again and again, gradually, Reilly couldn't help but be shocked by the force of the shock and caused some slight internal injuries. Although it has not yet reached the level of affecting combat power, the momentum is about to begin to decline slightly!

It didn't take long for the momentum on his body to completely slump.

"Hahaha...... Reilly, are you not going to be able to do this? ha......"

Seeing this, Nasillov laughed wildly. His furious fire attribute fighting spirit was overwhelming, and at the same time, he turned defense into offense, and the broad-bladed sword opened and closed and approached Reilly.

"Bell, bell!"

With Sillov's outburst, Reilly was even more powerless. Soon, he was negligent and revealed a flaw. Shirlov took advantage of the situation and directly slapped him into a puddle of flesh. Reilly is dead, and his Blackwing realm is collapsing on its own.

"Hahaha, happy, happy!!"

Hillov smirked and plunged headlong into the demon crowd. The screams continued, and soon, all the weak demon minions were killed. As for Yarrow, he is not from the Demon Clan. Seeing that his employer was dead, it was naturally impossible for him to show up to fight.

With that method of concealment, he quickly escaped and quietly left!

Silence returned to the scene once again, and although the Templars won, it was also a pyrrhic victory. Most of the preachers were killed, and the remaining few were wounded to varying degrees. And the leader Setty also looks half-dead, and the only one who can fight is Sillov alone.

However, they are not worried. Relatively speaking, the Shushan faction is even more miserable. Even without Sillov, it's enough to clean up the mess!

Shirlov slashed Reilly, and was in high spirits. He stood with his head bowed, with a proud look on his face, and the broad-bladed sword in his hand pointed directly at Sixi and the others. Condescending, he said indifferently: "Hand over the treasure of the Shushan faction - the sun mark, and kneel on the ground obediently, I will leave you a whole corpse......!"

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, and although he didn't say any more, the arrogance was self-evident.

"Sun Mark, do you know the Sun Mark as well?" Sixi looked puzzled and slowly looked back at Jiang Yifan. It's just that Jiang Yifan was also dumbfounded at this time, and he didn't know why Westerners also knew about the sun imprint!

Seeing Sixi stand up and speak, a trace of disdain flashed on Sillov's face. He pouted and said, "Just because you are a piece of garbage, you deserve to question me?"

"Huh!"

His gaze swept to Jiang Yifan, and then said, "My patience is also limited! Otherwise, I'll take it upon myself to make you all into a meat sauce!"

Xiao Yang and Jiang Yifan were itched by this Sillov's arrogant teeth, but they were not Sillov's opponents at all now. As for Sixi, he was still pondering, the Sun Mark was the top secret of the Shushan Sect, and each generation could only be obtained by the heirs of the Sword Saint. Even the other big forces in the Central Plains only guessed that the Shushan faction had a mark, and they couldn't be 100% sure. But these Westerners first robbed and killed Li Feng, and now they are asking for it.

How could they know so clearly?

Shirlov has a short temper and is eager to do things, as you can see from just now. At this moment, seeing that the scene was silent, Sixi and they ignored him, and they lost patience for a while.

Since you don't speak, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being rude!"

"Die!"

"Huh!"

Its body was instantly enveloped in fiery red fighting qi, and it rushed down with a lightning speed in his hand with a broad-bladed sword. Of course, because Sixi is at the front, and what he said just now also made him feel very unhappy, so this first target is Sixi!

"Whew!"

A gust of wind blew, and the broad-bladed sword fell like a mountain. And at this moment, Sixi didn't make much movement, his feet moved, and he opened in an instant, and his body instantly moved to a short distance.

"Bell!"

"Boom !!"

The blow fell directly to the ground, sending up a large cloud of dust. At the same time, the ground sank a few feet. Shirlov frowned slightly, and the fiery red fighting spirit quickly diffused out, blowing away all the dust and mist in the sky. Then, he looked left and right, and when he saw Sixi not far away, he looked annoyed.

He is the first person under the God of Fighting, and he can't even kill a yellow-haired boy with one blow. In front of everyone's eyes, he felt that he had lost face, and rushed towards Sixi again with a red face.

"Give me death!"

"Huh!"

This time, instead of slashing with a broadblade, he swept instead. With the blessing of Dou Qi, such an attack area is larger. However, in an instant, it was impossible for him to touch Sixi at all.

Another blow missed, and Sixi came back to his senses. He no longer thought about the original question, and smiled indifferently: "Western swordsmanship is really terrible. Swinging, chopping, picking, chopping, what can you hit with such an ordinary routine? Or is it that you, the first person under the god of fighting, are not worthy of your name and are not good at learning?"

Hearing Sixi's teasing, Sillov was even more annoyed. In the West, wherever he goes, he will be treated as a guest by the big powers. I've heard a lot of sycophants, but it's the first time I've been laughed at and ridiculed like this.

"Boy, you're a man, just face it! don't be like a, hide around!!"

"Good!"

Sixi smiled lightly and happily agreed.

"Hmph! There is an old saying in the Central Plains that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and that's true!"

Hearing Sixi's words, Nashirlov sneered and rushed forward with his sword again.

"Ahh......hh Die!"

"Huh!"

The fiery red fighting qi illuminated the entire broad-bladed sword body red, and the blazing temperature seemed to have the potential to burn the heavens and the earth. And Sixi really didn't dodge, Shirlov smirked, and the broad-bladed sword slashed straight down.

"Huh!"

Just as the broad-edged sword was about to hit, Sixi made a move. The Zhuxian Sword in his hand was lightly raised, and it slashed with lightning speed.

But......