"Such a fast knife, such a powerful knife technique, obviously I only saw two sword lights, but I slashed so many knives at once, and I didn't even notice a trace of fighting qi fluctuations. ”

Mitchell secretly said in his heart the power of this knifeman, and his pupils contracted, and he looked behind the broken low wall.

At this moment, a warrior with a scarf wrapped around his head, holding two scimitars, slowly stepped in from behind the rubble. And next to this warrior, there was a yellow severed arm that sometimes turned into a small bird, and in this night, it was indescribably eerie.

Neither of them rushed to make a move. At the same time, Moroga could also see from the opponent's dodge action just now that this person's combat effectiveness was probably not low.

The few knives he had just now accounted for some of the sneak attacks, but he was still alerted by the other party. Although I can't see what this person's realm is, this kind of alertness can definitely be honed between life and death.

Moroka stood still, looking for flaws in the other side, and at the same time waiting for the arrival of the guards.

As royal guards, what kind of battle of will, the glory of the warrior, can not restrain them. The guards are not rangers, it is their responsibility to protect the safety of the royal family and complete the tasks assigned by the royal family.

Mitchell saw that the other party was standing there and did not attack, and gradually guessed the other party's thoughts, but he also did not dare to retreat and leave.

Not to mention that the other party's cultivation is definitely higher than his own, but he knows which powerful desert people always have some special and weird mysterious methods.

When he traveled far away in the Middle Continent, although he had never fought against a desert warlock or a warrior who used the Wild Sand Fighting Qi, he knew something about it.

Since he couldn't show his back to the other party, Mitchell decided to test the other party's depth. If you can't fight the other party, you can only expose the identity of the "Knight of Light" and forcibly leave.

He was given the task of not revealing his identity, and only collecting evidence of the desert merchant's lawlessness. He didn't want to cause trouble for that respectable old man unless he had to.

Mitchell's mind moved, and the "Eye of the Night" rune hidden in the night sky in the distance suddenly disappeared. With a strong enemy in front of him, he didn't dare to waste a single ounce of spiritual power.

"God's Power" "God's Trace"

The moment Mitchell rushed out, the runes flashed on his back and the soles of his feet. The rune levitated in less than a second before burrowing into the shoes and shoe, imprinting on the skin.

At this point, Mitchell had his back to Moroka and was therefore not seen by the other party. As for the fleeting rune light, I'm afraid that others will only think that it is just a glimmer of light emitted by the Dou Qi energy.

Feeling the power that surged out of thin air in his body, Mitchell frowned secretly. "Sure enough, the rune embedded in the body too early will greatly reduce the effect of the rune, and this 'divine power' may only be exerted about sixty percent. ”

Mitchell shook his head secretly, there is no way, when the rune knight fights, the runes are always visible, so that he can effectively and freely absorb the mysterious "rune power" between heaven and earth. How could anyone hide their identity like him.

Moroga thought that the other party would run away, but he could feel it slightly, and the other party's fighting spirit was at least a small level worse than his own. But I didn't expect this person to be so bold that he dared to rush up and fight with him with his bare hands.

Did this man have any reliance? Moroja didn't have time to think about it, and his twin knives sparked a spark to meet him.

Seeing that the two were about to collide, Moroka's twin knives seemed to be slashing indiscriminately, but in fact, the angle of each knife happened to block Mitchell's escape path, leaving him with no choice but to resist.

"I actually have the prototype of the sword intent, and it's really powerful. Mitchell felt the faint will coming from the other party's scimitar, and secretly marveled in his heart.

Most ordinary martial artists thought that only the cultivation realm of Dou Qi could determine the achievements of a martial artist.

In fact, otherwise, the high realm of Douqi can only mean that your Douqi energy is more mellow and lasting. However, after arriving at the Endless Martial Artist, the gap brought by the Dou Qi will become smaller and smaller, and what will really determine the outcome will be the realm of the Martial Dao.

The strength of the martial will represents the true strength of the martial artist.

For example, Moluojia, who already has the rudiments of martial arts will, although he is not considered to have entered the martial arts Xiaocheng, he is also one of the best martial arts geniuses.

If one day you can truly awaken the will of martial arts, you will be considered a small one. At that time, even if you don't use your fighting spirit, when you use the knife, you can still become a knife qi by itself, which is indestructible and very powerful.

Although Mitchell is also new to the Endless Realm now, he has not yet awakened his martial will, which is still inferior to Moraga.

However, Mitchell still has full confidence, at least if the other party wants to keep him, I am afraid it will be difficult. The source of confidence is naturally the mysterious "rune power".

Mitchell's eyes gradually became solemn, and he knew that the other party was probably just a temptation.

With a flash of light, the scimitar came straight at Mitchell's neck. The next moment, when he was about to be in a different place, under the soles of Mitchell's shoes, suddenly the rune "Divine Trace" flashed again, and the next moment, Mitchell suddenly moved two meters away, and suddenly dodged Moroga's inevitable knife in an incredible way. 117

Moroga's eyes widened, the knife in his hand still gliding in its intended trajectory. Not only him, but even the bones in the sky who were watching the battle were stunned. No one could understand how the masked man in the armor of the Desert Guard moved.

Mitchell didn't give Moroca much time to think, and the moment he stepped forward, his body moved strangely sideways towards Moroca again.

Obviously, he stepped forward, but as if he was delusional, he exerted force in another direction. This made Moraga, who was always paying attention to Mitchell's steps, a step behind again.

The moment Mitchell approached, a wide double-edged sword with a blade of one meter long suddenly appeared in his hand, stabbing straight at Moroga, who was still exposing the vital point under his armpit in the swing.

This double-edged sword has a very strange appearance, it looks a little broad, but the blade is only about a meter long, as if it is a smaller two-handed sword.

Between the half-meter-long hilt and the blade, there was no gauntlet. It's familiar, but you can't remember what it looks like.

Swords without gauntlets are difficult to handle, after all, most warriors who use swords will habitually use gauntlets to block attacks that cut through the blade of the sword, which is used to protect the palms and arms from accidental cuts.

Bone looked away from Mitchell's sword and looked at another desert powerhouse with twin blades. Chi Bone thought that he would never be able to stop this stab, at most, he was fighting to damage his muscles and avoid a little bit of vital point, and the rest could only pray that the armor on his body was strong enough.

Although Moroja also had a puzzled look in his eyes, he didn't seem to be very nervous. Sure enough, it was clear that Moroka's feet were just slipping, and his toes rubbed the sand on the ground.

However, this slight movement was as if there was a huge force under the ground, and it sprayed the sand. The sand rose high, and in the air it was entangled in the fighting spirit of Moraga.

The sandy soil Sun Jian, which was wrapped in the fighting spirit, became hard, just in the way of his armpits. The double-edged sword pierced into the sand, and the invisible fighting spirit on the sword shook the sand away, but the speed was much slower.

As if he didn't care about the sword that continued to stab at him, Moroca slashed his left foot to the right, and turned his back to Mitchell.

Just when both Bone and Mitchell thought that Moroca would not be able to avoid it, Moroca suddenly turned around at a speed that no one else could imagine, so fast that they were almost dazzled. The moment he turned, the scimitar was drawn from under his armpit, and he swung it diagonally.

The speed of this sword was incomparably high, at least twice the speed of the slashing that Moroca had shown before, and the scimitar also broke the double-edged sword at an even faster speed.

Mitchell suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from the sword in his hand, almost letting it go.

Just as Mitchell held back the tremor in his hand with all his might, and finally withdrew his double-edged sword, Moroca threw away the scimitar in his right hand, moved to his left hand empty-handed, and clenched a downward slash with both hands.

Scold!

A tremor sharp enough to cut through the air resounded in the night sky, and in Mitchell's terrified gaze, a yellow knife qi three meters high, accompanied by the yellow sand swept up from the ground, flew vertically towards him.

Mitchell didn't have time to use the "Divine Trace" to avoid it, so he could only reflexively raise the double-edged sword in front of him, but the speed of the sword qi made him too late to raise his other hand to resist together.

Mitchell was blessed with the rune "Divine Power", so his strength was more than doubled, and an invisible fighting spirit burst out from his body. However, the moment the double-edged sword came into contact with the sword qi, Mitchell was still pushed out more than five meters away by the powerful power brought by the sword qi.

"Ahh

After all, Mitchell still couldn't resist the intention of this powerful sword qi to move forward. The double-edged sword was shattered again, and the sword qi slashed across Mitchell's left shoulder, which was not holding the sword, and immediately blood splattered, and Mitchell flew upside down.

Mitchell fell to the ground, holding his sword in his right hand, and flipped over, half-kneeling on one knee. I saw that the metal shoulder armor on his left shoulder had been split in two with a knife, and a one-foot-long wound with deep bones was exposed on his shoulder, and blood was still flowing out.

Cold sweat was already oozing from Mitchell's forehead, and he endured the pain and took out a bottle and scroll from the spatial ring. Seeing that Morojah had no intention of making a move, he bit out the cork with his mouth, poured the hemostatic powder on the wound, and tore the scroll again.

However, just as Mitchell had a plan, several flying knives formed by the condensation of yellow sand suddenly shot straight out, and Mitchell had to put down the scroll, pick up the double-edged sword again, and smash several flying knives.

"Don't get an inch, intruder, who are you? No attribute vindictiveness, this is rare, you are an assassin? If you are honest, I can promise you a good time. Moroja said in a deep voice.

It is not common for a martial artist to use a non-attribute fighting spirit, after all, it lacks the powerful characteristics brought by the attribute element, and the non-attribute only increases the strength and speed.

Of course, as long as people with some experience know that people who cultivate non-attribute fighting qi are generally not easy to mess with, because they usually have two possibilities.

One is a powerful assassin: the energy fluctuations of the attributeless fighting spirit are more hidden. Compared to the colorful attribute light, the color of the non-attribute Dou Qi was close to transparent, and only the surrounding scene produced by energy fluctuations was distorted, so it was difficult to detect, especially in the dark.

The other is the martial idiots who pursue the limits of martial arts: they believe that only the purest power generated by themselves can reach the highest level of martial arts. The mixing of elements will only be a drag.

This kind of person is even more terrifying, after all, the cultivation of attributeless Dou Qi is much weaker than ordinary Dou Qi in the early stage, and when he was weak, he was not killed, and all those who survived had super survivability.