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Roland narrowed his eyes, put down the backpack in his hand, pushed the door and walked out.

"Alain, Shander has come to look for you, can you go and see what is going on?" Belella walked out of the stove with a plate of greens, just in time to see Roland push the door open and shout at him.

"I see." Roland agreed, turned his gaze to the outside of the fence courtyard, and then frowned and walked towards the courtyard, but he wondered in his heart: "Shande? I don't have anything to do with him, what is he looking for me for? ”

"Roland, come with me, Anton said that he has something important to tell you, it is about you being beaten in the tavern." As soon as he walked out of the door of the small courtyard, Shande greeted him with an anxious face and said to him hurriedly.

"Anton?" A smile appeared at the corner of Roland's mouth, wasn't it him that day, who dragged the owner of his original body into the tavern to drink, and enthusiastically wanted to help him find a young prostitute?

"Let's go, then." Roland only pondered for a second or two before nodding to an anxious Sander and following him out of town.

A moment later, the two of them arrived outside the town one after the other, and Roland looked ahead, but the avenue was empty, but there was no one in sight.

"What about people? Anton told me in the afternoon that he would be waiting outside the town! ”

Shande looked around, his face was a strange color, and at this moment, the grass rattled, and the two men walked out of the mountain forest beside the avenue.

"Anton, I thought you were home, so you were here!"

Seeing the two people walking out of the mountain forest, Shande greeted him with a smile.

"Get out of the way, stand still!"

Anton glared at Shande viciously, so frightened that he trembled all over, and he didn't even dare to move his feet when he stood by the avenue.

"Anton, what are you looking for me?" Roland glanced at Anton contemptuously and asked calmly.

"Hehe, what do you say?" Anton walked over with a smug face, first looked at Roland and smiled, and then said fiercely: "Waste Lan, why didn't you die last time?" I'm going to have to spend a lot of money! ”

"Anton, what are you talking about so much?"

The man in black standing behind him shouted impatiently, then stretched out his hand to push him aside, stared at Roland as if he was looking at a dead man, and said in a loud voice: "Boy, I'll count to three, and you will come over and die for me, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

"One, two......" As soon as the words fell, the man in black suddenly pulled out the hunting knife he was carrying, and jumped towards Roland in the air.

"Humph!" Roland snorted coldly, pulled out the short sword on his waist, injected the battle qi into it, and then on the side of his body, the short sword in his hand slashed out horizontally, using the first form of the Nine Swords of the Wind 'Wind and Clouds'.

The man in black was slightly stunned, thinking that he had made a surprise attack, but he unexpectedly hit the other party's heart, but it caught him off guard.

In an instant, the man in black had no choice but to turn his blade and deflect outward, staggering with Roland's short sword, only to see sparks splashing between the swords, and a shallow sword mark was drawn on his waist, and suddenly, a trace of blood oozed out.

"How is that possible?" Anton's mouth was wide open in surprise, a little hard to believe his eyes...

A waste who has only received the divine grace for a month actually injured a ninth-level warrior with a sword, although the priest was sure that the Wind Shadow Leopard was killed by Roland with a sword, but he didn't believe it at all, it was really alive and damn.

In fact, the man in black came out of the mountains and forests, as soon as he came out, Roland recognized his identity, although he tried to hide behind Anton, but he was in the tavern, fighting for the young prostitute and wounding the mercenary of the original owner, so he was ready for battle.

"Ninth-level samurai, you really can't take it lightly!" Roland secretly thought, although he has the strength to fight, but he still lacks the experience of fighting, if it weren't for the Nine Swords of the Wind that he has cultivated to perfection, as well as the artistic conception of the Wind of Dacheng, he can hit the opponent hard with just one sword.

Now that the first sword only lightly injured the opponent, Roland's body turned slightly, and the second style of the Nine Swords of the Wind 'Wind Galloping Electric Shock' was used.

In just an instant, the sword light turned into a bolt of lightning, chasing the footprints of the wind in front of him, and struck towards the man in black.

"Damn, why is this waste swordsmanship so powerful!"

The man in black had a numb scalp, and then his eyes showed a fierce look, and the hunting knife slashed at the lightning that struck quickly, trying to break the sword momentum like the wind with his strength and reverse his passive situation.

"Whew!" The sword full of battle spirit fell into the air, and the man in black was shocked, stomped his right foot towards the ground, and his body slid backwards.

Roland seemed to anticipate this result, and one arrow stepped forward, his left fist evolved into a dragon and tiger fist, and the second fist was devoured by the hungry tiger, and smashed down towards the face of the man in black.

"Waste, you give me death!" The man in black was furious, and his left hand, which was full of fighting spirit, clenched his fist to meet the attack.

"Boom!" A huge amount of power surged from the place of attack, and the man in black's face became ugly, which was different from the result he expected, and he was a little skeptical about his strength, did he regress? How can you let a waste hit fly upside down.

"Charge!" Without the slightest hesitation, Roland turned on his only combat skill, only to see the dazzling sword light slash by, and the big head of the man in black flew high, and happened to fall into Anton's arms.

A ninth-level warrior was killed by Roland with a sword in this way, and it was only seven or eight seconds before and after, which made him initially realize how much his combat power had reached, and the most important thing was how powerful the Nine Swords of the Wind were, after all, he was only a high-level mage before, and he didn't understand the power of swordsmanship in actual combat.

"Mom..." Anton, who was a little stunned, looked at the hideous head that suddenly appeared in his arms, and exclaimed in fright, and after his legs trembled, a smell of urine emanated from between his trouser legs.

However, after all, he was a sixth-level samurai, and he had been out of the town to hunt for several years, although for a while, the unexpected result made him frightened, but he quickly calmed down, threw away the head in his arms, turned around and fled towards the mountains and forests beside the road.

"Where to run!" Seeing Anton standing on the ground, his face changing constantly, Roland knew that he was going to run away, and after shouting, the sword went with him, and the moment he turned and took a step, a sword pierced his heart from behind.

"Ahh Uncle Lan, this matter has nothing to do with me, Anton asked me to go..."Seeing Roland draw his short sword and turn around, he was so frightened that Shande knelt on the ground with a "poof", trembling and defending himself.

Roland glanced at Sander, ignoring his arguments, and went straight to the body of the man in black, leaned over and touched it for a while, then grabbed the hunting knife on the ground, stood up, and walked slowly in the direction of the town.

"The items on Anton's body belong to you, you don't need me to teach you the rest of the things, you should know how to deal with it..."

Looking at the back of the fading away and the words that drifted in the wind, Shande wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the corner of his sleeve, and then exhaled a long breath, and then sat on the ground softly.

"This is waste? It's obviously a bad star! "Shande really wants to hug a big tree and cry...