On the mainland, a warrior or a warrior of the swordsman profession who has reached the ninth level of fighting spirit can use his own fighting spirit as a guide to conjure up a mirror image clone with a certain attack power when fighting the enemy, and attack the opponent under the control of his own mind. Of course, the higher the level of the "Sword Master" who has entered the threshold of the tenth level of the Holy Rank, the more mirror avatars will be conjured up, and the stronger the attack power will be. Now that Jack saw a young werewolf boy conjure up more than a dozen mirror doppelgangers at once, the shock in his heart can be imagined.

However, Jack soon reacted and thought: "Leonardo Grevich, the "Sword Saint of the Blue Sea", who has the highest martial skills on the continent today, is said to only be able to conjure up nine mirror clones when facing the enemy;

Jack had a flash of inspiration in his heart, and noticed a hint of wind coming from behind him, and hurriedly swung his sword to hit behind him. Hearing only the sound of "clang", sparks flew everywhere, and under the effect of a huge impact, Jack's whole body slid out of the ground several meters away like an ice skate, until he thrust the knight's long sword in his hand into the ground, and supported himself with the sword, leaving a deep mark of three meters on the ground, before he could stabilize his body. But his tiger's mouth continued to rise and fall violently, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The figure of the sharp blade around Jack quickly blurred and disappeared, but where Jack was standing, a tall figure stood like a ghost.

Jack stared at the blade in disbelief, he couldn't believe that the young werewolf in front of him had such incredible speed and power.

"I didn't expect that with a body like yours, you actually chose to practice barbaric fighting qi, you are actually a high-level barbarian warrior......" Jack tried to suppress the surging qi and blood in his body, and said word by word.

"Yes, you're right!" replied Blade faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade was activated again. I saw a circle of sharp blades appear around Jack in an instant, looking at the sword light that slashed from the sky, Jack didn't dodge, just listened attentively. He had already woken up to the fact that these were just afterimages of the blades that had no offensive power conjured up in the high-speed movement, and they were not mirror doppelgangers at all, but the real fatal blow was also hidden in them.

Listen to the wind and distinguish the sound.

Jack let out a loud shout, and a sword slammed into one of the sword lights in the sky.

After a sound of gold and iron, Jack was hit by the savage force of the sharp blade and "kicked" back a few steps. But this time the blade did not give Jack any more time to breathe, only to see him bully and hurry, a scimitar in his hand waved impenetrable, changing in the air, unpredictable, the knife slashed at Jack's fatal place.

In the blink of an eye, Jack received a dozen or so fierce attacks from a dozen blades in a row. However, in the face of the ghostly body of the blade and the powerful divine power, Jack was miserable, just to deal with the attack of these dozen knives, it had consumed a lot of his mental and physical strength, making him almost the end of the crossbow.

"I'm no match for him at all, am I ...... tonight Am I going to die here?" the obvious disparity in strength made Jack desperate, and the inexplicable attack made him extremely unwilling to die like this, he was so afraid of death for the first time in his life. And when the fear of death took over his mind, his mind began to lose control, and his heart gradually panicked, and his sword moves also revealed flaws.

The young baron paid the price for eternity, and after a sword slashed through an afterimage, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and under the powerful impact, his body involuntarily fell to the ground.

The scimitar cleaved through the ornate armor, and on the sharp blade, there was a red blood dripping slowly.

The blade stood behind Jack, his face slightly pale, panting slightly, as if this series of swift attacks had also consumed a lot of his physical strength. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked* the blush on the blade. And his face has long since lost the elegant smile at the beginning of the battle, but has been replaced by an indifferent look like ice.

One by one, the afterimages that appeared around him became blurred, and finally disappeared .......

"You...... Not a mirror doppelganger...... ," said Jack, as he fell to the ground, his face twitching, and with difficulty. His handsome face was now completely bloodless, so pale, and the light of life in his eyes was rapidly fading.

"Did I say it's a 'mirror doppelganger'?" Blade looked at the lost life and sighed softly, "I think you know in your own heart that it's just some afterimage, an afterimage formed by my high-speed movement." ”

"Why...... Why do you practice savage vindictiveness...... will have such a speedy ....... Jack asked in a hoarse voice. You must know that on the Northumbered Continent, the savage fighting spirit cultivated by martial artists is often obtained at the cost of reducing the attack speed of cultivators, and although some savage fighting qi cultivators can also gain a momentary swift speed in battle, the duration is often extremely short. Now that Jack saw that Blade could still have such a long time of speed after cultivating the Savage Fighting Qi, it was no wonder that he would ask this question.

"You are already a dying man, and everything is empty after death, so why do you ask so many questions? Blade replied lightly. As he spoke, he half-crouched down and raised the scimitar in his hand towards the sky.

"I don't want to die...... Sofia...... Wait for me...... Don't leave me". The young baron had a premonition of something, and with the last of his strength, he struggled to crawl forward, his right hand stretched out and clutched something in front of him, his voice weak and sad.

The blade swung down the scimitar without pause, and the smell ......of blood seemed to be a little stronger in the air. Pi Phi Reading.com

Portland City, a quiet building in the General's Mansion.

Under the soft magic crystal chandelier, Sophia had already taken off her military uniform, sitting on the edge of the bed in a snow-white nightgown, holding her cheeks, looking at the colorful magic crystal chandelier above her head in a daze.

She actually likes Jack from the bottom of her heart, but I don't know why, every time she pretends to be a cold face in front of the man she loves in her heart, and often gets angry with him, and maintains a close attitude with him. She can vaguely feel that this may be because her character is too proud, so that she doesn't know how to face a precious relationship correctly, right?

Thinking of the embarrassment that Jack had suffered in the past when he was pursuing himself because of his own playfulness, Sophia couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth. This aristocratic young man with a good character, with deep affection for himself and unswerving, seems to be worthy of his life, should he also let go of that proud heart and show him his true heart a little?

Sophia felt a hint of love trouble.

At this time, a rush of footsteps came from outside the small building where Sophia lived, and a panicked shout broke the silence of the small building: "Your Excellency General, something is wrong, just now the city defense patrol came to report that Baron Jack and his entourage were attacked by unknown persons on the street of the third block when they went to the hotel, and His Excellency the Baron and his accompanying family knights were all killed......!"

Sophia was stunned!

"Werewolf, it's a werewolf, enemy attack, enemy attack!" At this moment, at the West Gate of Portland City, dozens of West City Gate defenders were in chaos. Against the backdrop of the blazing bonfires around the gates, the panicked figures of the defenders swayed everywhere.

After cutting Jack's head, Blade saw that Baman's injuries were not very serious, bandaged him briefly, and according to the original plan, he and the others did not return to Carter's "Fragrance of Miles" hotel, but went straight to the West Gate of Portland City.

After cutting melons and chopping vegetables and putting more than a dozen unprepared West City Gate defenders, taking advantage of the chaos, the sharp blades and several figures were like the wind, and soon climbed to the top of the city wall of the West City Gate - the watchtower. Due to the suddenness of the incident and the high skill of the attacking werewolves, the defenders of the West City Gate in the dark night did not understand the specific situation at all, and they did not organize effective resistance for a while.

With a few screams, several archers of the West City Gate defenders on the watchtower were quickly killed one by one by several people with sharp blades, and their corpses were also kicked off the watchtower.

"Whew," Suddenly, the blade raised its head to the sky and let out a terrible and piercing howl, and a huge sound wave continued to spread towards the center of Portland City, driven by the fighting spirit.

"General Blade Ironmane, Wing Commander of the Independent Wolf Cavalry Wing of the Great Beamon Empire in the Arnathan Region, hereby welcomes the arrival of the Second Brigade of the Tyrannosaurus Knights of the Byzantine Empire. Winston's head as my greeting gift, Wang'er and the others laughed. ”

Under the moonlight, the blade held the sword in one hand and the head of Jack in the other, as if the ancient demon god had come to the world, looking at the world.

With that, the blade hung Jack's head above the watchtower, and then jumped from the watchtower to the city wall with Landuri and the others. As they left Portland City, several people left a string of arrogant laughter in the night sky.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the sharp blades, none of the dozens of defenders of the West City Gate dared to open the city gate and go out of the city to chase them.

At this time, in the third block of Portland City, which had experienced a bloody storm not long ago, the torches were bright, the crowds were crowded, and a large number of Byzantine soldiers stood in the streets, and the entire third block was blockaded and put under martial law with solemn faces. And in the corner of the block, Sophia, dressed in military uniform, stared blankly at the corpse of a human knight wearing silver-white chain mail and missing his head among the corpses of human knights all over the ground.

Sophia's eyes were filled with tears, but they hadn't fallen yet. The sudden upheaval made her not ease up for a while, but because she didn't see Jack's head, there was still a little hope in Sophia's heart at this moment.

When the words of the blade that were urged with fighting spirit came from the direction of the West City Gate in the distance, Sophia's body couldn't help but shake violently. She immediately turned over and mounted the velociraptor mount beside her, shook off her whip, and galloped towards the West City Gate.

When Sophia arrived at the West Gate, the West Gate defenders had already taken down Jack's head, which had been hanging from the watchtower when the blades and his party left. Sophia rolled over from the back of the velociraptor and fell to the ground, and the moment her eyes touched Jack's head, her legs finally went limp, and she fell to her knees weakly.

"Why is this happening? Can you tell me, O merciful Holy God, why is it all this......?"

The beautiful female general closed her eyes and shouted silently in her heart, the tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, and the tears slid down her cheeks like pearls with broken threads.