The wind whistled past Ryan's face, and a strong pressure hit his face. One person and one ride, but it seems to be thousands of troops, and the galloping momentum is enough to make the undetermined person frightened.

With a bang, three wind blades came out of his hand, which was the limit of Ryan's normal state without overdrawing his mana. After the three wind blades were shot, Ryan did not retreat but advanced, and began to condense magic power in his hands again.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, although the road is not narrow, but neither of them has the intention of retreating.

Frode held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, his body was shrouded in a hazy white light, and he had no intention of dodging in the face of the three wind blades that were speeding away. Holding the light shield high, it had become smooth as a mirror under the shroud of white light, shining with luster, the only fly in the ointment was that there was a hole in it, which looked like a crack.

Frog's hand shook slightly rhythmically, and the entire shield hummed. The soft fighting spirit flowed from Flode's body to the shield, evenly distributed on the shield, but at that crack, the power of protection was constantly draining.

"Mirror Shield"

Froud let out a soft cry, and all the white light circulating on his body condensed on his light shield.

This time, the whistling wind blade was not offset by the protective power on the shield, but was reflected back under the deflection of the shield. The mirror, as smooth as a lake, only rippled, and Ryan's wind blade transformed the target into himself.

Ryan's face became more and more solemn, he didn't expect that Flaude's guardian power still had such an ability, but it was impossible for him to be restrained.

Feeling the passing of the gap in the shield, a bold idea came to Lane's mind.

Concentrating all his mental power and mobilizing his own magic power, which was not very strong, Ryan tried his best to control the flight trajectory of the Wind Blade. The second wind blade deflected at an angle, and it was still reflected back if it didn't get out of the range of the mirror shield.

The magic condensed in his hand had dissipated at some point, and Ryan controlled the third wind blade with all his might. The green tendons on his forehead bulged, and the sweat flowed down the corners of his eyes, and Ryan couldn't help but scream. A pinprick pain swept through Ryan's brain like crazy, and Rao screamed with his stoic nerves.

Ryan felt that his head was about to explode, and the wind blade was like a spring, and the harder he pressed it, the greater the reaction force became, just squeezing it with mental power. The palm of the hand made a pressing motion, and the wind blade that was originally arm length was compressed into the size of the palm of the hand, and he shook his arm, and the delicate and small wind blade trajectory was deflected, and it was completely drilled through the five-inch-long gap.

Small size does not mean that the energy contained is small, because of the compression, the power is better than before, and the explosion is stronger.

The white hazy guardian power had no way to stop the fish that had slipped through the net, and the cyan wind blade had already taken on a hint of gray after being compressed. The sharp whistling sound and sharp breath had obviously made Flode discover the abnormality, but the distance between the shield and him was too close, and it was just the moment when he felt dangerous, the compressed wind blade popped, and the defense of the broken light armor submerged into Flode's body.

The two pillars of blood spurted out almost at the same time, and Floss's face changed suddenly.

Ryan was also taken aback, he didn't know that this compressed wind blade had such a great power. It was to be expected that he would be able to break through the silver light armor, and that the remaining power would be enough to hinder Froud and allow Ryan to dodge the charge.

But Flaude's red-dyed breastplate and the blood spurting from the corners of his mouth all proved its power. Flod's body was shocked, and at that moment, his breathing stopped, and the superposition of the most advantageous speed and power of the charge became the most fatal factor at this moment, just like a high-speed plane crashing into a small bird head-on, which was definitely a terrible disaster.

Flot is not an airplane, and the compressible wind blade is not a bird, if he hadn't grown up on horseback since he was a child and had a heart for war horses, he would have fallen from his horse by now. Enduring the pain, Flode's unconsciously relaxed sword clenched again, and he knew that the victory was at stake. If he can't use this charge to crush Ryan, then he won't have a chance.

All this happened in a flash of lightning, and Ryan was only stunned for a moment before reacting immediately, it was a perfect time, and the idea of dodging was instantly thrown out of his mind.

The feet were connected, and he rushed towards the horse's head.

The injured Froud's movements were half a beat slower, and the re-brewing sprint could no longer lock on to Ryan's figure, and the long sword slashed through a huge arc, and the burst of sword qi fell into the air.

Sideways, dodging, Ryan and Froude stagger their figures. The chant of the incantation sounded again, and Ryan didn't look back at all, but just backhanded a sword, a sharp sword glowing with blue light, and slashed at Froude's waist. Once again, the silver light armor was easily broken, and the blade containing the wind blade was like a canopy of blood flowers. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were staggered, if it weren't for the speed of the war horse galloping fast enough, Ryan could have killed Frode.

But even if Ryan could do that, he wouldn't do it. He still has a good impression of Flod.

Quietly landed, Ryan didn't look back, he was still confident in his grasp, the sword slashed between Floss's two ribs, two inches deep, hurting internal organs, if Froud didn't want to die, he wouldn't be entangled with Ryan.

Walking quickly to Al's side and helping him up, Ryan frowned tightly, Al's condition was better than he expected, but two ribs were broken, his left hand was also dislocated, his right foot bone was fractured, his knee was also a little misaligned, there was a large bruise on his chest, plus some small wounds on his body, Al could say that there was no good meat in his body. A shield blow from Froude's full force was enough to shatter a stone, and Al was only injured to this extent, thanks to some of the strong potions that the master had concocted.

"Why are your hands shaking so much?" Al asked weakly and softly.

"Headache, compression of the after-effects of magic." Ryan spoke with a trill.

"Hmph, I really don't know whether to live or die by compressing magic energy like this, and you're lucky that it didn't explode." In the distance, Lena clasped her hands to her chest and commented on Ryan's move to compress the Wind Blade. "But being able to compress magic, the cohesion of mental power is not bad, many middle-level magicians can't do this, seeing that he is not very old, he has such a spiritual cohesion, either paranoid, or a masochist, or he has been treated inhumanely since he was a child and has an extremely tough nerve."

"Hmm," Lena pondered for a while holding her cheeks, "The short sword in that little assassin's hand doesn't seem to be simple, it's either a demon soldier or an ancient weapon, and that silver chain seems to be a silverman's thing, and there are very few silverwarlocks now, so he can't steal it, right?" ”

"The people of the knight's hall are really stupid, they don't understand what they can do other than play handsome and seduce that kind of vase? I actually let my subordinates go, and fight against others, even if it's a duel, you actually lost, and sure enough, I still want to go out in person! At the end, Lena smiled maliciously, and her contacts were full of treachery.

"Captain, how are you?"

"I have wound medicine here, hurry up and apply it."

"Captain, hurry up and go back and let the chief priest take a look, this wound is not light."

Seeing that Flaude was injured, the surrounding knights surrounded him one by one.

It was true that Flot was not lightly injured, but the most seriously injured was not Ryan's backhand sword, but the wind blade from earlier. The compressed wind blade easily broke through the defense of the light armor, and after it was submerged in the body, it suddenly exploded under the contraction and squeeze of Flod's muscles, and the frenzied wind element scurried around in the body, not twisted into a pile of minced meat, thanks to the fighting spirit accumulated by Flode's usual penance.

And after that, he also supported a sprint slash, which made the wound pull even bigger, and now he hasn't fainted, which can only be said that he is strong enough.

"Hahaha, it seems that I haven't practiced enough." Froud laughed out loud, he was very excited, he clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and turned to look at Ryan, "Boy, what's your name?" ”

All the knights also turned their eyes to Ryan, but they were not very friendly, and there was even a hint of hatred, if it wasn't for the captain's words, I'm afraid someone would have come up to avenge Frode.

"Ryan, D-class mercenary." Ryan helped Al and looked straight at Froud.

"Good, good." Froude smiled indifferently and said lightly, "Second squad." ”

"Here." All the knights responded in unison, except for the two knights who took care of Frode, one left and one right, the rest of the knights quickly lined up in two columns, all of them stretched their chests and heads, collected their swords and shields, and Ryan and Al secretly admired the neat and orderly appearance.

"Cut, I'm still handsome, standing so neatly, a burst fireball is all solved." In the distance, Lena saw the well-trained appearance of the knights, and was very unimpressed. But she was also telling the truth, if she didn't have the ability to fight against a wide range of magic, the closer she stood, the more casualties would be, and in Lena's eyes, a knight was no different from a group of knights, they were just targets.

If the knights could listen to Lena, they would definitely fight for their dignity.

"Wrap up." Froud turned his horse and left, and the remaining knights followed in two neat columns.

"He's a true knight!" Ryan sighed.

"Indeed." Al also had no bad impression of Flaude. There was also a hint of respect on his cold face, the matter here must not be hidden, and Frode let them go like this obviously to take all the blame, no matter what reason he did it, he was a respectable person.

"Captain, you just let the two of them go." A knight couldn't help but ask.

Flot raised his pale face with some difficulty, and he said with great seriousness, "You want me to go back on my word?" ”

"Don't dare, but ......" The knight was quite familiar with Floss's temper, and when he saw Froude glaring at him, he immediately fell into disagreement. He just felt a little unworthy for the captain, why should he help those two people.

"Seeing him able to use magic and martial arts at the same time reminds me of someone." Froud withdrew his suffocating gaze, even though he looked extremely weak, but his years of power in the team kept him impressed.

As soon as Flot said this, all the knights immediately reacted and said in unison, "Lord Kate? ”