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"Bell-"

The crisp sound of metal colliding suddenly echoed in the dark and quiet depths of the forest, and under the faint moonlight, the sleeping birds and finches were alarmed and let out a sharp chirp, circling and flying.

"Sword Qi?! It seems that I still underestimated your strength. ”

Bai Xize removed the knight's shield in his hand that appeared in front of him to block the opponent's sword qi attack, and a trace of surprise appeared on his indifferent face.

Xia Lan held the long sword motionless, his deep gaze stared at the silver knight's shield in the other party's hand, and when the inscription sword slashed out the sword qi and shot it in front of the other party's eyes, who would have thought that Bai Xize would simply take out a shield from the void ring and easily block it, and with the faint light of the moonlight, he even saw only a shallow sword mark on that shield.

"With the strength of your current rank, it is difficult to do it even with the Inscription Sword, but how exactly did you do this?" Bai Cizer asked with interest.

As we all know, the release of airflow is an important sign of the peak level of the upper rank, and it will undoubtedly make people sincerely curious and puzzling that a swordsman who has not yet broken through to the upper middle level can actually do this.

"Everyone has their own secrets, and some secrets are usually only known to the dead." Xia Lan said coldly.

"So you will be buried with your secrets, and you will die."

Since the other party was reluctant to answer, Bai Xize said lightly, and the long sword stood horizontally in front of the silver shield, and his feet approached Xia Lan step by step.

Combat is never a game, and any underestimating mentality can become a deadly problem.

The distance of a dozen steps is neither long nor short.

Every time Bai Xize took a step forward, Xia Lan would take a step back, because for him, a distance of more than ten steps was the safest distance for him, and once the distance was closer, the dangerous Cheng Dù would inevitably rise sharply.

"Bell... Clang... Bell ......"

This time. The long sword that Bai Size was standing in front of the shield suddenly struck the shield surface, and the crisp sound of metal clashing continued to sound rhythmically.

Taunt? Stimulate?

Wrong!

It's hypnosis!

Subconsciously, Xia Lan, who was in a trance, immediately woke up. However, it was this gap that the knight's sword in Bai Xize's hand suddenly stabbed straight into his heart and chest!

The wolf bèi a tumble. Urgently dodging the fatal sword stabbed by Bai Xize, but the crisis was not resolved, and the long sword in Bai Xize's hand took advantage of the situation like a raging storm to launch a continuous attack on him.

The battle between life and death is like a game on a chessboard.

If you are not careful, you will lose all the games.

Not to mention Bai Xi Ze's superb swordsmanship of killing moves step by step, just the suppression of the opponent's qi and momentum on the rank made it difficult for him to contend with him head-on, especially when he lost his first move and fell into the disadvantage, Xia Lan's situation can be imagined.

The blades collided violently with each other, splashing countless fleeting sparks. The battle between the two sides was so dazzling that it was impossible to see their movements clearly, the lush vegetation around them rustled, and the withered yellow branches and leaves kept flying and falling. The sword qi that burst out of the Dao Dao was like a raging storm that invaded every corner.

The wolf bèi was overwhelmed by the difficulty of parrying Bai Xize's every attack, Xia Lan retreated again and again, and he couldn't even counterattack, if it weren't for the "gale" in his hand and the increase in the fit of his focused essence, maybe he would have died under the opponent's sword by now.

New blood stains continued to appear on his body. The wound was as smooth as a sharp blade, and it wasn't long before the blood would completely stain him red.

Under the rapid consumption of the air flow in her body, Xia Lan's hand holding the sword began to become heavy.

He knew that if it continued. He's going to die.

"Swift" starts.

Looking at the declining life in front of the retina, in an instant, Xia Lan made a decisive choice!

Feeling the inexplicable power of the lightness and agility of the body given by "Swift Walking", his figure suddenly broke out of the range enveloped by Bai Nishizawa's fierce attack.

Bai Xize's long sword slashed into the air, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Perception keenly caught Xia Lan who fled away, he looked at the direction of the other party's escape and seemed to think of something, and as soon as the silver knight's shield was closed, the seemingly bulky figure suddenly turned into a silver streamer and disappeared.

Xia Lan is a swordsman with speed type focus, and it stands to reason that in the face of a high-level peak powerhouse with qi type focus, even if he can't match it head-on, he will at least have a certain advantage in escaping.

But that's not the case.

Because each level of the rank symbolizes the transformation of strength.

Taking the power detractor with the lowest speed agility as an example, a new high-level power devotee, even if the speed agility is not good, is not comparable to a mid-level peak speed devotee.

This involves a change in the quality of the airflow in the body.

Although Xia Lan and Bai Xize were both at the upper level, they were only two small levels apart in rank, but it was these two small levels that strictly divided the boundaries of strength between them.

The reason is that the upper pinnacle has touched the realm of the Fernu Law.

Fernu's law has always had another name.

The realm of the gods.

Only by stepping into the realm of the Fernu Law will the human being be fundamentally changed, just as there is a world of difference between mortals and gods.

And the pinnacle of the upper position is like a demigod.

No matter how strong a mortal is, he is still a mortal.

A demigod is not a true god, but a demigod has at least one word for a god.

The mediocrity of Qi Focusers in terms of strength, speed, and skill is only what they say compared to different types of Focuses of the same level, but once the level changes fundamentally, the gap between the two sides will immediately be reversed.

Just like the current Xia Lan and Bai Xize.

He knew very well the strength of the upper peak, but when he really faced the life-and-death battle with the upper peak for the first time, he realized how superficial he was.

The advantages conferred by the system skills, complemented by the inscription sword "Gale", their existence zài built Xia Lan's self-confidence.

Excessive self-confidence can easily turn into conceit, and conceit tends to blind people's eyes.

It wasn't until now that he realized that the original qiē external object was not his own true strength, and only the ability to constantly promote his rank and strength through the guò was the only right way.

Flying through the dark and dense forest, Xia Lan didn't dare to look back, and even her perception and breath were fully restrained to avoid leakage.

Since he can't perceive Baixize's traces, then perception will become a burden for the other party to capture his tracks.

He was fleeing towards the path into the woods. He didn't seem to be worried at all about the layers of ambushes outside the dense forest, or maybe he even hoped that the knights would wait for the rabbits.

"I said it. You can't escape. ”

Bai Xize's indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and Xia Lan's body twisted quickly as he flew by. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dazzling silver light, and the thick trees in front of him suddenly fell crookedly.

Xia Lan stopped, and turned to face the vague figure that walked out of the woods.

The time of "Swift" has passed, and he no longer has a means of escape.

In this way, he had no choice but to stop.

Continuing to flee will only lead to the same fate as those trees that have been cut off by the silver light of sword qi.

Facing the enemy with the back of the back is a taboo for a warrior, and he doesn't want to step into the same fate as those trees that make the sword qi silver light "accidentally injured".

"The strength is barely good, and the means of escape are even more eye-catching. Perhaps a thief is the best class for you. ”

Bai Xize slowly took out the silver knight's shield, and the long sword in his hand was raised in front of him and said lightly.

"I was a thief."

In the face of the ridicule in Bai Xize's words, Xia Lan raised his sword calmly and said.

"But you're a swordsman now, and I see the shadow of an army in your swordsmanship. You used to be a military man? ”

Bai Cizer stepped forward, and the moonlight that poured into the forest through the dense foliage reflected on the silver knight's shield in front of him, reflecting a cold light.

"I'm not a soldier."

Xia Lan leaned forward, holding her sword in both hands, her tense body showing the best fighting posture.

"Your father must have been a soldier."

Bai Xize closed the distance between the two again.

"My father was indeed an armyman."

Xia Lan's back curved slightly. Like a bow back that pulls a string and bends.

"He must be a good soldier, and most of the best soldiers die on the battlefield."

When the two were more than a dozen steps apart, Bai Xize stopped moving forward.

"Yes."

Xia Lan nodded in agreement.

"What would be your dream if there was no war?" Bai Cize asked suddenly, abruptly.

"My dream is...... Kill you! ”

The white wolf is torn

Before Xia Lan finished speaking, he suddenly launched his strongest sword attack!

This time. He won't let the other party succeed in invading his mind again!

The inscription on the "Gale Wind" bloomed with dazzling cyan brilliance, and countless wind blades circled and entangled on the blade of the sword, waiting for the long sword to dance, and the Dao cyan sword qi burst wildly towards Bai Xize in front of him.

Bai Xize quickly raised the silver knight's shield in front of him, and the clanging sound of metal clashing continued to echo harshly, he frowned, as if he had found something in his senses, and the knight's sword in his hand suddenly slashed down towards the left air.

"Qiang—"

There was a fierce clash of swords, and Xia Lan's strange figure appeared in the blank space.

The white wolf breaks the night

In the flash of light, Bai Xize stepped back, and the heavy silver knight's shield in his hand quickly protected the side in front of him.

"Bell-"

There was another violent collision, and Bai Xize even felt the faint soreness of the shield entering his arm when it was hit.

White wolves are bloodthirsty

After Bai Xize blocked his killer change sword, a looming shadow of a beast appeared behind him.

It was the shadow of a wolf's head with closed eyes.

Suddenly, the wolf's head opened his eyes.

A pair of red eyes.

The "Gale Wind" inscription in Xia Lan's hand once again shone with a strong green glow, and the slashing and stabbing swordsmanship movements continued to accelerate, and countless afterimages appeared one after another.

"Look for death!"

In the face of Xia Lan's stormy offensive, Bai Cize actually fell into the disadvantage of passive defense for a while.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party slashed at the silver shield, Bai Xize let out a low roar, and the whole person held the wide knight's shield and collapsed suddenly, and the knight's sword in his hand stabbed towards the position of the other party without hesitation!

No one?

A sword pierces the air!

A look of disbelief flashed through Baisizer.

Perceptual illusions?

"Goodbye, Lord Bai Xize!"

Xia Lan panted and leaned under a tree, and suddenly took out a scroll in her hand and stared at each other coldly.

Struggling Swamp (To be continued)