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The sword qi is intangible but qualitative, and everything is in the mind. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is an indescribable feeling, compared to the orthodox realm, the sword domain is more like a dimensional position composed of sword qi, within the position, as if everything is contaminated with the characteristics of the sword, and it is allowed to be manipulated as you like.

Stripped of the world of color, there is only the dimness of gray and nothingness in the eyes, in the face of the dense arrow rain that is close at hand, a control thought flooded in his mind, and in an instant, the arrow rain suddenly froze, and for a moment, in all the disbelief and surprise eyes, the arrow rain reflected to the owner who had just controlled them, such a strange situation completely subverted people's cognition.

The screams began to linger, and panic spread.

Xia Lan, who had relieved the crisis, did not hesitate at all after landing on the ground, and the long sword in his hand continued to slash at the surrounding soldiers under the footsteps of the surprise attack, the head of the owl, the splattered blood, the half of the body cut in half, the colorful internal organs, and the bloody killing scene shocked the eyeballs and stabbed the nerves.

The battlefield has always symbolized cruelty without a bottom line.

The result of the tiger entering the flock is obvious, not to mention, Xia Lan is not the only one fighting.

His robes are also a group of warriors who are proficient in killing techniques.

The rout of the soldiers was inevitable, although the result was expected by the commander, but the process was completely miscalculated, because he never thought that the other party would be able to break through his own defenses in an instant, especially the mysterious power that Xia Lan showed just now, it was beyond his imagination.

The commander breathed steadily, his eyes fixed on the young man who was about to kill in front of him, he did not retreat, his solemn face did not even show nervousness, his hand kept firmly on the hilt of the knife, just waiting for the moment of unsheathing.

Yes, he has only one idea now.

Kill him.

Xia Lan noticed the commander on the opposite side very early, from the moment he gave orders.

It's a familiar sound.

When he caught a glimpse of the other person's true face, he knew that he had not guessed the wrong person.

Betrayer of the Templars, personal bodyguard of Blaitze, elite of the Brotherhood of the Facelings.

Selle.

"We meet again."

The noisy battlefield, I don't know who sent a greeting.

"You can't get by."

"Dead people can't get by."

In the confrontation of three words, each other is brewing their own killing intent.

The frozen icy atmosphere was shattered by Selle's long knife that was the first to be unsheathed, suddenly and directly, as if he were a killer.

He wouldn't let the battle last long, as the rest of the Templars would be in danger as soon as they were freed from the soldiers' grappling.

According to the information provided by Casal, although the other party is a young knight who has just stepped into the upper ranks, he is particularly strange in terms of swordsmanship, and the slightest mistake may cause his life to be in danger, so he must take this seemingly disparity of strength with the most serious attitude.

The pinnacle of the top?

The momentum of Sair's sword made Xia Lan assess his strength.

He chose to dodge, and narrowly avoided the opponent's fatal sword.

In the face of class disparity and oppression, it is really the way to kill him, even if he has more hole cards, but he must be used in the right place to play an effect.

Sword Domain

Sel's proximity meant that Charan had included him in his own position, the only ability he could reduce the strength of each other, and when strength and speed were no longer the key to victory, personal killing skills became the master of life and death for both sides.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

Caught in the sword domain, Si El immediately sensed that something was wrong, as if he had stepped into an isolated dimensional space, and the surroundings were filled with a fierce aura, feeling like he was in the barren sword mound pointed to by ten thousand swords, and the knives in his hands showed an uncontrollable clang.

Field? Wrong!

The suppression is too weak, if this is really the field, I am afraid that I have already become a fish on the other party's chopping board to be slaughtered at will.

It seems that it should be a pseudo-domain built in a different way.

However, did he really think that he could defeat himself with the pseudo-realm?

Si El's knife has never stopped since it launched an attack on Xia Lan, even if it was briefly distracted, but his body did not give the other party a chance to breathe under the control of combat instinct, so it can be imagined that Xia Lan was embarrassed at this time.

Dodging will not bring victory, unless he can drag his own men to the rescue.

But the question is, will Sair give him that chance?

Sure enough, Selle, who had been attacking to no avail, immediately showed his killer move.

Phantom clones

With a shake, Sair turned into three figures, blocking all of Xia Lan's dodge paths in the blink of an eye.

As for which of the figures was real, Xia Lan didn't have the heart to solve the question, because his intuition told him that every figure could be real.

Radiant Punishment

Xia Lan's first frontal counterattack used the Templar's combat skills, and with the dazzling golden light emitted from his body, a vague figure of a solemn priest appeared in mid-air, he opened the code in his hand, and muttered in his mouth, when Xia Lan's sword blade met one of the figures of Sel, the priest's finger instantly pointed at the other party.

The violent collision of swords stirred up a cloud of dust, and the terrifying power that erupted violently collapsed the overwhelming Xia Lan directly, until he rolled on the ground several times before he could stand up with difficulty, and in his eyes, the three figures of Sair were all shrouded in the golden cage and froze still, but unfortunately it was disappointing that the golden cage lasted for a moment and turned into countless fragments of light.

The side effects of the Radiant Punishment were quickly reflected in Xia Lan, and he knew that he was powerless to dodge, and in the face of the three figures that Sair quickly adjusted and killed, he could only choose to go head-to-head.

One sword against three swords, no matter how superb Ren Xialan's swordsmanship is, it is difficult to offset the gap in strength.

Strangely, he not only blocked the other party, but also stabbed one of Selle's figures.

Bet right!

It seems that the effect of the glorious punishment has indeed weakened the other party.

Si El's strength and speed of the sword are incomparable to before, and the combat reaction has been slightly sluggish, and with the blessing of the sword domain, he is now in a balance with himself.

"It's kind of interesting."

Selle's injured figure reached out and touched the blood on his cheek, while the other two figures stopped.

"Is this your way to win?"

"You can understand it as tactical." Xia Lan said calmly.

"I thought I valued you very much, but I didn't expect you to turn the situation around in the end." The three figures of Sair suddenly reunited, and he shook his head, as if with some regret. "I'm afraid we'll have to save it for the next time."

As soon as the words fell, Sair turned and flew off the battlefield.

"Green! Are you okay! ”

Before Xia Lan could be confused, the voice behind him made him understand the reason for the other party's retreat.

It turned out that their own reinforcements had arrived, which showed that they had routed the entangled soldiers.

Looking back, the wide street square was a mess of corpses, covered in red-pierced blood and messy weapons.

"Let's go!"

Without the enemy's obstruction, Xia Lan gave an order, and everyone who had lost their horses rushed towards the Balia Church not far away.

For some reason, the closer she got to the church of Barria, the more uneasy Charan's heart became.

He looked at the majestic figure of the church of Valia, and he always felt a thick dark cloud hanging over it.

"Stop!"

When everyone finally arrived at the church, Xia Lan, who was becoming more and more uneasy, suddenly stagnated and waved her hand to stop everyone's footsteps.

"Green! What's wrong? ”

One of the Templars frowned in confusion.

"Do you feel the atmosphere around the church is weird?" Xia Lan said in a deep voice.

As soon as he said this, the Templars watched their surroundings warily.

That's when they realized that the area around the church could only be described in one word.

Dead.

"You stay here for the time being, Hyde and I will go to investigate the situation in the church, and if something is wrong, you will evacuate immediately!" The Templar named Ben stepped forward.

"Is it enough for two people?" Xia Lan asked.

"The more people there are, the less safe they become."

Ban said with a solemn face, and then beckoned Hyde to rush towards the church without hesitation.

"What do we do now?" One of the knights who stayed behind said to Xia Lan.

"All the staff are scattered and hidden! Waiting for their news. ”

……

……

"Here are two little bugs."

In a room deep in the church of Valia, a middle-aged man who had fought with Mommer was sitting leisurely on a chair and looking through the books in his hand, his handsome and mature face showing an indifferent and elegant temperament, and he did not see that he could be the culprit of the conspiracy to disturb Cologne.

Hearing the report outside, the Baron of Kerswall closed the book and sighed softly, as if disturbed and somewhat unpleasant.

"Is this Momer's answer?"

"I think it's his temptation." Humane outside the house.

"Boring temptation, kill it." Baron Kesvo said casually.

"What about the bugs outside the church?" Humane outside the house.

"Watch what these bugs want to do." Baron Kswar pulled out a delicate pipe, lit the tobacco leaf with a flaming finger, took a puff from the mouthpiece, and slowly exhaled a white smoke ring.

"Urgent news came from above not long ago, that the people from the Templar Inquisition will be arriving in Cologne in the near future." In the middle of the night, the people outside the house are humane.

"Do you want to know who is leading the team?" Baron Kesvo said slowly.

"Fernandes." Humane outside the house.

"Tsk - have the Templars finally found our thread? The response was really not slow. Baron Ksvo smiled faintly. It's a pity that everything was late. ”

"My lord, when are we going to evacuate?" Humane outside the house. "Fernandes isn't easy to mess with."

"Wait." Baron Keswo remained unhurried and said, "I have a hunch that Heris is coming. ”

"Is it too late?" Outsiders worried.

"Don't worry." A cold glint twinkled in Baron Kerswall's eyes. "If it were possible, I'd like to join forces with Hereth to kill one more of the Templar's white-clad patriarchs!" (To be continued.) )

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