Baron Hajvi, dressed in a black and red coat, stands on the roof of the castle. The golden pupils hide a deep apprehension. The lights of thousands of homes appeared in his golden eyes, which made the worry in it even deeper.

Behind him stood silent. Baron Hygivi hadn't slept a full night's sleep in three days, and the attendant who followed him had naturally not slept for three days.

At this time, both of them were silently staring at everything outside the castle with a pair of large dark circles under their eyes.

The wind was getting colder in the middle of the night. At a certain moment, Baron Hydgwick suddenly felt as if it had entered winter early, and the cold wind hung on his face, and there was a little sting.

Almost at the same time, Baron Hydgvi turned his head at the same time as the attendant behind him, looking to the side of his body.

The two of them were stunned instantly!

When did this man appear, and why didn't he make any sound?

Five steps away from the rooftop, a wandering warrior in a scruffy gray-brown robe stood. There were no lights in his eyes, only the sword at the waist of Baron Hygivi's attendant behind him.

Following the gaze of the wandering warrior, the attendant, who had followed Baron Hydgvi for at least twenty years, slowly touched the long sword at his waist.

"Hamir, don't move yet. For some reason, Baron Hajvi suddenly felt his heart beat violently! The cold wind stung his face, causing him to frown deeply. No! Baron Hygivi suddenly realized that there was no wind around him at this time! What stinged his face was the gaze of a wandering warrior!

It's like an unknown beast crouching in the deep grass, watching its long-awaited prey!

At this moment, Baron Hyjvi was cold!

His gaze slowly moved down, and when he saw the thin-bladed sword at his waist, Baron Hajvi suddenly felt that his face was stabbed again!

Even his sword is full of fighting intent!

When Baron Hygivi looked at the wandering warrior, the wandering warrior finally made no secret of his purpose! A powerful and invisible battle intent spread, making Baron Hygivi unconsciously take a step back!

Retreat without a fight!

This is the momentum that a strong man should have! Haijiwei had seen such a strong man's momentum in the three commanders in the army!

What is incomprehensible is how such an aura could appear on the body of a wandering samurai?

Oppressed by the invisible battle intent and momentum, Baron Hygivi only felt that his breath began to freeze. It was as if there was a boulder pressed on his chest!

When Hamir took a step forward, the strange feeling on his body finally disappeared.

Baron Hygivi stood behind his attendant and asked in a loud voice, "What is the purpose of your Excellency's here?"

The wandering warrior spread his five fingers in front of him, then slowly moved down to his waist and grasped the longsword with a thin blade. He didn't look at Baron Hygivi, but completely focused his gaze on the squire in front of Baron Hygivi, and he uttered one word: "Fight!"

The word "war" directly reveals his purpose!

Without any superfluous words, when the word "war" came out of his dry lips, Baron Hydgwick only felt the coldness of the whole autumn pierce his coat!

Is this a delusion?

How can a person have such a strong fighting spirit?

I didn't kill my parents, and I didn't take my wife, why did I face such a strong fighting spirit?

Baron Hygivi said to the attendant in front of him, "Hamir, let's go!"

"Your Excellency, you can go, but I can't go. The gray long sleeves on Hamir's body were windless, and he also held the long sword at his waist at this time! His sword was completely iron-black, the length of the sword body was more than a meter, and a deep blood groove spread from the head of the sword to the tail of the sword.

"Why?" Baron Hygivi was puzzled and whispered, "We don't know this guy, there's no need to fight him!"

"He's a high-ranking samurai. Haimir made a judgment and said in a deep voice: "I have been locked by the battle intent of his whole body, as long as I move, I will meet his thunderous attack!

High-ranking samurai?

Baron Hygivi's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Even a hereditary nobleman like Baron Haijivi, who regarded aristocratic etiquette as a divine code in his heart, couldn't help but burst into foul language when faced with extremely strong pressure: "A high-ranking samurai! How can a high-ranking samurai appear in a remote town? Not to mention that he has no masterly demeanor at all!"

"My lord, we may accidentally injure you when we fight," Hamir muttered, "Why don't you go back and get your black iron sword, and we will fight him together!"

"Okay!Haymir!Wait for me to get my sword!Let's defeat this fellow together!Wait for me!," shouted Baron Hydwick like a declaration.

Although there was a faint worry and fear in his heart at this moment, his face was filled with a rare smile.

He laughed because he remembered the scene of the battle with Hamir twenty years ago: the two of them worked together tacitly, and the two black iron swords stabbed and slashed, leading only ten Kingdom guards to repel horse thieves who were several times their number.

At this moment, Haijiwei seemed to have become the boy he used to be.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. Hamir smiled softly.

Baron Hydgwick hurried away from the rooftop.

On the rooftop, only the wandering warrior and the attendant Hamir remained.

"Fight!" the wandering samurai repeated.

His voice was as cold as the battle intent that permeated him. Or it can be said that it was all the fighting spirit that condensed the word "war" in his mouth!

Haimir's face suddenly turned cold, and he lifted up the battle intent in his body with a breath, he stared at the wandering warrior and said, "Fight!"

Then, the two of them fought together!

A blazing and scorching white light erupted from the wandering samurai's thin-bladed sword!

This is the power of the light of faith! Hamir knows that this light of faith is a symbol of intermediate and advanced samurai!

At that moment, a thin-bladed longsword filled with white light slashed at Hamir's black iron longsword!

One black and one white!

In just one second, two extremely contrasting long swords met three times in the air!

The strange thing was that the two long swords fought several times in mid-air, and they shook at high speed due to the strong collision! Under such a fierce scene, they did not make any sound! It was as if all the sounds were swallowed up by the strong battle intent that permeated the surroundings!

After the last collision between the two swords, the two swordsmen also took three steps back with a powerful countershock.

"Fight!" the wandering warrior shook his head slowly, holding the white light sword in his hand.

"Fight!" Finally, an equally blazing white light erupted from Haymir's black iron sword!

When the wandering warrior saw this, there was a satisfied look in his eyes. He raised his thin-bladed sword diagonally in both hands in a strange posture and hurried towards Hamir! In the blink of an eye, the wandering warrior rushed in front of Hamir.

Two long swords that radiated the same light flew up and down, one moment like the Milky Way falling, and the next moment the Milky Way split into two, stirring in two opposite directions!

The galaxy was silent, and the mouths of the two people shouted at the same time: "Fight!"

The wandering samurai's sword shook between the two of them at high speed, like a twisted silver snake swaying in front of Hamir's eyes at a tricky angle!

Haimir's black iron Yangtze River turned into a black python and fell from the sky! Directly devoured the silver! But the black python's body suddenly exploded! The silver revived! Straight to Haimir's eyes!

Hamir's sword shattered! His sword was not only twice as wide as the opponent's thin-bladed long sword, but it was directly shattered under the opponent's attack! Moreover, it was not a sword that was broken in two, but a sword with countless segments! His black iron sword was like the light attached to the surface of the sword body, shattering into countless pieces, blooming and flying in countless directions!

Shrouded in the opponent's endless battle intent, Haimir didn't expect the opponent's sword to stop before his own throat, and he also knew that when the battle intent was in full swing, no one could stop the sword in his hand!

A sword that leaves no way out can defeat everything! This is the most basic way of the sword!

At the last moment, Haimir quickly retreated, and rolled on the ground in a circle, before he could snatch the opponent's deadly sword.

This distance is absolutely safe, his sword has been shattered, and if the other party just wants to fight a simple battle, then it is already over now.

I'm defeated! That's what Haymir wanted to say. There is no shame in admitting defeat cleanly, and if you are still strong in the face of the strong, you are a fool.

But the words "I lost" can't be spit out.

Hamir opened his mouth in confusion and moved his tongue, but felt a sense of powerlessness. He secretly exerted his strength, and the next moment, a bloody arrow erupted from his throat!

He stared blankly at the blood splattering from his neck, blankly at the wandering samurai in front of him. He wanted to say something, but all the words dissipated with the spurt of blood.

"You should have just stepped into the threshold of a sixth-level samurai, and you are qualified to fight me," the wandering samurai said indifferently, "but seeing that the light of your faith power is very weak, it seems that you haven't slept for many days." It's a bit of a shame that I should wait until you're well rested before coming back to fight you. ”

What kind of logic is this? Hamir didn't understand it at all, doubts took over his entire mind, and his body fell straight back.

A bare hilt fell from his hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp, dull sound.

It seems to have sounded the death knell of its owner's fate.

The light of faith on the wandering samurai's thin-bladed longsword vanished, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Slowly sheath.

Everything is silent again.

On the entire rooftop, only a cold entity remained.

In the corridor on the side wall, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. Before the person arrived, the voice came first: "Haimir! I'm here! Hahahaha! I haven't touched the black iron sword for ten years, and I don't know ...... swordsmanship."

Baron Hydgvi's voice stopped abruptly.

Ding!

His black-iron sword fell to the side of Hamir's corpse.

Baron Hydgvi just stood dumbfounded, staring at him.

He scratched the slightly messy blonde hair on his head until he pulled a handful of the blond mess off the top of his head.

Feeling a sensation of extreme sourness, his nose shook uncontrollably.

"Heymir, you've said it......" He finally didn't want to look at him anymore, his eyes wandered, "You have to wait for me, you guy......" He couldn't go any longer, he slowly closed his eyes, but the picture of more than thirty years ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

Two people competed with wooden swords, laughing and chasing on the flower grassland.

He remembers that when he was a child, Hamir liked to run and sing songs with the rhythm of the sea breeze softly:

"I was born in the sea, I was born again in the sea, and when I die, please bury me in the sea. ”