On the other side, in a dark alley.

The battle has entered the white heat.

The narrow terrain was not suitable for Phil's large size at all, as he couldn't dodge a sword wound on his left arm, left shoulder, and chest, which cut through Phil's skin through his armor.

But this injury is nothing to Phil, and it does not affect Phil's combat state at all.

Carter wasn't feeling well now, and although he wasn't hurt, the strong man on the other side was so strong that he blocked a hard slash that shook his mouth numb.

Brienisole was dead, lying on the ground behind her without moving, Carter couldn't feel her breath anymore, the man quickly took something from his foot, flicked it at himself, and he narrowly dodged it but stabbed Bleniesot behind him, and it was at this time that he changed three wounds on Phil's body.

Brienisol lost his breath of life in less than three seconds, Carter felt that he was hanging himself, and he was likely to die here, he didn't know if Phil had a second hidden weapon, he had been on guard against Phil's hidden weapon, and he had to resist Phil's attack, and now he was exhausted.

He was a little disheartened, should he be damned just for a thrill, but the good news was that this man didn't have the strength of a glorious swordsman, and only relied on his strength and tough defense to gain the upper hand.

Damn, it would be nice if he had advanced to the glory swordsman earlier, this man's skills are not as good as his, he has learned the sword qi and has made this man die a hundred times with his skills, and now this man's strength seems to be exhausted, and he doesn't look tired at all, one sword is more powerful than the other, and if he drags it down, he will really die!

Carter thought.

Carter resisted Phil's stabbing sword, and with a hard push, he pushed Phil back two steps, and he jumped back, gasping and shouting.

"Stop! If you continue to fight, you'll lose both! Let me go! I'll act like nothing happened! Deal with the corpse!"

Hearing this, Phil laughed and slashed with a sword, and he said with a sinister smile.

"Do you remember me?"

He used all his strength with this sword, and the speed of the sword was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly.

"Bell!"

Carter barely managed to resist the sword, but blood burst out from his shocked hands, and two huge cracks appeared in the palms of his hands.

Phil didn't stop after slashing his sword, took another step, and hit Carter in the stomach with a kick.

"Wow!"

Carter spit out a mouthful of blood, and was directly kicked five or six meters away, rolled on the ground twice, and lay on the ground.

He felt that his internal organs had been kicked to pieces, the blood in his chest was about to gush out, his head was dizzy, his eyes were black, and he couldn't see clearly.

Carter struggled to raise his head, and could dimly see a large silhouette approaching him, his hand scratching at the ground, unable to find his sword.

What is this thing approaching itself?

Carter looked up with a demented look on his face as the silhouette approached.

Oops, I can't remember, this is my own death? I am obviously the second son of the Finnis, so I would die so easily? How could I die in such a dark corner? I was going to die like this when I was going to make a big move?

This was Carter's last mental activity.

Phil didn't know what Carter was thinking, he walked slowly to Carter's side, looking down at Carter with a demented face, Phil shook his head.

He aimed the tip of his sword at Carter's heart, and stabbed it into Carter's body, and Carter, who was alive and kicking a quarter of an hour ago, now lost his vital characteristics without saying a word.

Getting rid of Caterfel is not in a hurry to clean up the battlefield, if someone comes to rely on his perception, he will definitely feel moral, and then he can hide it again, and the battle just now did not attract a single person, which means that this alley is really rarely passed.

Phil stood still on the hilt of his sword, thinking about the battle he had just had.

There is still a certain amount of consumption in the fierce battle just now, the opponent is not weak, and this kind of head-on confrontation also makes it difficult for Phil to show his real strength, the biggest advantage is that he has no strength, but in the subsequent battle, Phil gradually found a feeling, and the opponent lost in endurance and endurance.

He gained a lot from this battle, he didn't expect his kick to be so powerful, he remembered that he punched the captain's head in the misty forest before, maybe this kick just now was not his maximum strength, he should be able to kick Carter's stomach directly with one kick, his body is far more terrifying than he imagined.

You know, the captain's head at that time was protected by a helmet, and he could blow it with one punch, not to mention that Carter only had a soft belly with a layer of fabric.

Or it is very likely that the misty forest has a bonus for him, and he usually doesn't feel anything, but after the battle just now, he obviously feels that the current strength is not as strong as in the misty forest period, and it is only the third day of his birth.

If the captain dodged this punch at that time, the thought of Carter would be so difficult, not to mention how difficult the captain who has become a glorious swordsman is, Phil is ashamed of his recklessness. He is also ashamed of his recklessness now, he thought that he had learned a lot of magic and had confidence, but he didn't expect that he couldn't use any of them, as long as he held this sword in his hand, he would never want to cast magic, and Carter was not very easy to deal with, and he was a little injured.

The Glory Swordsman armor didn't have good defense, and Carter easily pierced through the armor. Phil looked down at the wound, well, it's already healing, it seems that this body still has a terrifying ability to heal itself.

On the contrary, it was this sword and this armor that represented strength that limited his positioning, and he should have fought as a warlock, although he was taught to use a sword in his memory, but he had not practiced it himself after all, it was only on paper, and using this sword greatly limited his strength.

Trying to test the power of his magic, enhanced by the "Dark Grid's Gift", Phil shook his head regretfully.

He pulled the sword out of Carter's body, and a "little water balloon" hit it to clean the blood, the sword was already a little curled, and Phil let it go back into its scabbard.

Phil picks up Carter's dropped sword from not far away.

The sword looked like a good thing, it hadn't been shattered in a head-on collision with the captain's sword, not even a single scar, and the silver-gray blade was carved with fine patterns on both sides.

Phil looked at the sword carefully, and he said to himself.

"Loot, it's a good thing. ”

He put the longsword in the storage ring.

"May there be no alleys in the world after death, so rest well. ”

Phil raised his right hand, a black fireball appeared in his palm, and said with a blank face.

The corpse was burned by the flames, emitting a very pungent smell, which lingered in this dark alley for a long time.

These two black flames burned on the two corpses, and a tall man stood next to them, and this scene happened in a dark alley very eerie.

Phil's "New Little Fireball Technique" was very hot, and it didn't take long for the bones of both men to be burned to ashes, and there was not even a little clothing remaining, of course, during this period, Phil felt that it didn't burn fast enough, and made up for two fireball spells.

Two piles of ash were piled up in the alley.

Satisfied with what Phil saw, he nodded and turned to leave. No, Phil can let them go, it's just that Phil wants to, as long as Phil wants to do it, no matter whether he can do it or not, there is nothing he can't do, even if he is the emperor of the Otis Empire, if he wants to, he will do it.

Of course, he knows that he is a few pounds and taels now, and he is not qualified to think about these fantastical things.

It's time to go to the training ground, I don't know how long it will be delayed.

......

Ten minutes later.

Phil walked into a small terrace in the open air.

There are some straw dummies and wooden targets neatly placed on it, and there are some wooden ground weapons next to the straw dummies for practice.

This is the town's training ground.

Phil saw more than twenty young men standing in line in front of him, all dressed in standard leather armor, with the same badge engraved on his chest as on Phil's identification card, and the same badge on the carriage he had seen when he was about to enter the city.

They also saw Phil appear on the training ground, and the leading youth shouted "Salute", and the whole team turned around and saluted Phil to welcome Phil as he approached.

Phil's chest straightened unconsciously, this was the first time he had experienced this kind of scene, and the quality of this group of swordsman apprentices seemed to be okay, and this attitude was not in vain the knowledge of the Inhumans that he had made up for last night and carefully recalled the swordsman training emphasized in his memory.

"Is there a squad leader?"

Phil walked quickly to the front of the group and asked loudly, signaling that the team didn't need to salute again.

"Report to the instructor! I've been appointed as a temporary squad leader!"

The leading young man who shouted "salute" just now replied loudly.

"Very well, what's your name?"

"Instructor!"

"What about your previous instructor?"

"I don't know, Instructor! We were told to hand him over here, and he didn't show up again!"

"What strength is he?"

"Just like you, Instructor!

Betser replied with a tense look on her face.

"Do you want to be a Swordsman of Glory?Beth?" Phil asked aloud.

"Yes! Instructor!"

"What about you? Do you want to?"

Phil asked, pointing to the back of the line.

"Yes! Instructor!"

The team replied in unison, without the slightest murmur.

Phil nodded, he was very satisfied, although he hadn't even reached the full moon, but this tall and impostor giant baby instructor shouted at the top of his voice, with the posture of an iron-blooded instructor.

"Good! good!"

Phil said hello twice in a row, and he continued to yell.

"My name is Phil, and from now on I will serve as your instructor, and one day you will become a Glory Swordsman like me, or even reach a higher level!"

"You!"

After Phil finished speaking, he casually ordered a swordsman who looked relatively weak.

"The first test is coming, tell me the complete swordsman information. ”

Phil said expressionlessly.

He knew a little about this world now, and he just took this opportunity to get to know it well, so he ordered a little swordsman who seemed to know more about this knowledge.

"Say it. ”