Standing alone on the platform, Leo suddenly discovered the fact that after unleashing the four light shields, he seemed to be the only one in the entire square who was doing nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The thousands of onlookers had already run away, leaving only hundreds of corpses and dozens of seriously injured people who were left unpaid to lie on the ground, moaning weakly.

On the three burners in front of the table, three prisoners who were tightly tied to them were writhing wildly with their completely burned bodies, and their mouths kept making painful sounds, and the strange smell of roasting human flesh lingered on the tip of Leo's nose, challenging the limits of Leo's body.

The battle group under the platform was also very intense, after the four cultivators from Leo's side joined the battle group, although there was still a soldier of Viscount Juan or a knight apologetic under Leo who was killed by Shahril from time to time, but Leo's side finally succeeded in slowing down Shahril's killing speed, and gradually narrowed the encirclement of Shahrir.

Leo had already seen that although Shahril had turned into a black mist at this time, that did not mean that his side could not cause the slightest damage to Shahrir. In fact, that black mist is just something like a blinding method, if someone can slash at the black mist with a single sword, they can still cut Shahril out of a wound. It's just that so far, no one has been able to slash Shahril with a single sword.

Not only that, but Leo also made a new discovery - judging from his own senses and observations, Lord Viscount Juan, the lord of Varna City, who was fighting fiercely with Shalil, turned out to be a mid-level warrior of the same level as Darwin!

"Make no mistake, why are they all better than me?" Leo couldn't help but mutter, and added a light shield to Morata.

Leo was right. Not to mention the two mid-level warriors, Darwin and Viscount Juan, even Morata, who are both beginner-level cultivators like Leo, and Farin Duo, the butler, both of them have already reached the level of level three, and they are only one step away from breaking through to level four to become an intermediate cultivator.

And although Leo is a sorcerer and a soul sorcerer, he is only at the second level. And although Leo has cultivated several spells at present, it seems that the only one that can really be used to cause damage to the enemy is the soul pet Little Apple, which has been summoned by spending one-third of his soul power.

"yes, don't I still have a little apple!" Leo patted his head and immediately summoned the little apple, and then sent a consciousness to this soul pet of his own: "Stay aside, always ready to sneak attack!" ”

The fierce battle under the stage continued.

After paying the lives of at least thirty soldiers, several cultivators on Leo's side led the soldiers and cathar knights to finally succeed in encircling the black mist that Shahril had turned into in a narrow circle of only about two meters square, and after a few more moves, Viscount Juan finally saw an opportunity, and the long sword in his hand that kept shining with fighting spirit slashed heavily on the mist: "Give me death, heretic!" ”

"Dang!" A deafening sound of gold and iron intersecting resounded throughout the square, and the defenseless Leo only felt a violent shock on the platform under his feet, and the whole person was instantly shaken into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The black mist that Shahril had transformed shot out of the warband, piercing the bodies of six soldiers and one of the cathar knights along the way, before coming to a halt about thirty meters from the platform. After a violent churn, Shahril in the black fog once again showed his prototype.

This time, Shahril was much more embarrassed than before, not only the clothes on his whole body were torn everywhere, but also two very obvious slender wounds of at least ten centimeters or more could be seen on his left arm and right waist, and blood rushed out of these two wounds like a rushing stream, instantly staining everything around the wounds.

One of these two wounds came from the blow of Viscount Juan, and the other was a "memorial" left by Darwin's sword on Shahlier's body when he broke out of the siege.

Shahril stared at the two wounds on his body in a daze, his face full of disbelief, and he kept muttering a sentence to himself.

"I'm hurt? Am I hurt? ”

"Don't let him run!" Twenty meters was not far away, and after only a dozen seconds, Shahrir, who had been standing in place for some reason, was surrounded again.

Viscount Juan glanced at Shaliel, who was still in a daze, and couldn't help but sneer: "You are just a sixth-level mid-level warrior, what madness!" ”

As soon as Viscount Juan's voice fell, the fighting spirit in his body suddenly stirred, and he slashed at Shahril with a sword over his head.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Viscount Juan is not a knight, and there is no need to pay attention to any chivalry, in the heart of this viscount, he only believes in one sentence - only a dead enemy is a good enemy.

This sword is the best interpretation of Viscount Juan's own life creed, and in this respect, the lord of Varna City bears some resemblance to Leo.

Seeing that this sword was about to slash Shahrir's body, Shahrir was not only seriously injured at this moment, but also lost the protection of his own vital points under the mist form, it can be said that once this sword slashed Shahrir's body, then this dark sect heresy who suddenly appeared and did not put everyone in the square in his eyes can be said to be certain to die.

However, at this moment, Shahril suddenly raised his head, a look of madness flashed in his eyes, and a smile of unknown meaning pulled out at the corner of his mouth: "You want to kill me?" ”

Viscount Juan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

"Bang!" There was another loud earthquake, and a strong wave suddenly erupted from where Shahril was standing, and the thick smoke and dust instantly enveloped the place where the two were fighting. A figure was shocked and flew upside down from it, flying a distance of more than ten meters before falling, and its huge body fell heavily to the ground, also splashing a puff of smoke and dust.

"That's—" Leo was startled, and his eyes looked in the direction where the figure landed: "Viscount Juan! Didn't he succeed in that blow just now? ”

Leo was not wrong, the person who was knocked away in the blow just now was indeed the lord of Varna City, the mid-rank samurai Viscount Juan.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of insolent laughter will attract Leo's attention, this burst of laughter is so evil and full of negative energy, so that Leo immediately determined the identity of the owner of the laughter, and his heart couldn't help but sink slightly: "It's Shahril!" He didn't die! ”

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and Shahril appeared in Leo's sight again.

“！！！” Leo's eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise: "This-fuck, this kid is mutated?" ”