Bloodsplatter!

Even with all the best he could dodge, the black-haired wizard's right shoulder was still covered with a bloody streak, mixed with a chilling murderous aura, and the blood-stained blade and neck were only a millimeter away.

What a fast sword!

The bright silver sword had no room to parry, Loren tensed his nerves, and in the vision enhanced by "Beyond Perception", the afterimage of Rut Infinit was approaching again!

In the blink of an eye, it's in front of you!

It's too late... At the moment of sliding and dodging, the sword stabbed at the attacking black shadow like a beam of light, and Lut, who had a strange expression, did not dodge, but directly parried with the short sword in his hand.

"Bell ——!"

The moment the blade collided with the beam of light, the flames burst out - the bright silver was not an ordinary blade, but the power of the void that had been forcibly concretized... It is more akin to lightning or the energy of constant explosions than to an entity condensed by a high-temperature laser.

But he actually stood it up, and it was a backhand!

There was no time to be surprised—the blades of the firelight were already striking against the bright silver swords, and the black-haired wizard could only dodge the black-haired wizard who could not be eaten by the sword with both hands, and fell to his knees with his hands thrown back.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down... Loren, who was kneeling on his back, saw only that Rout let go of his right hand, and at the same time as he snapped his fingers, the blade of the sword that had flipped two hundred and seventy degrees in mid-air fell into his hand again, and then ......

Spike!

"Bang ——!"

The moment the blade fell, the "Force Impact" that converged on the tip of the sword exploded the floor tiles under Root's feet; countless fragments burst out, and Loren, who had dodged before that moment, had already moved behind Root;

Without hesitation, he went straight forward, and the sword stabbed the back of the neck;

Without hesitation, from the bottom up, the short sword is aimed at the intercostal space;

"Bell ——!"

The sword blades slashed, only one wrong body, and the two sides passed by in front of the life and death barrier at the same time;

Superfluous skills, not even traps, are useless - the other party is the leader of the night watch, and small actions are meaningless under the reinforcement of "beyond perception".

Only by getting close can you have a chance to kill him!

The afterimage struck again, and at that moment, the dodging Loren suddenly remembered what his mentor had said about Root Infinit.

“...... He's a night watchman......"

That's all.

Dalton Kander never goes into long speeches, every word is as sharp as a knife edge, and he is concise and to the point.

The true 'Night's Watch' are a group of magician, stalking, assassinating, and lurking assassins, most of whom have been wizards or have been systematically trained to use cruel and efficient methods.

In other words, there is no one more suitable for this "title" than Rut Infinit... In the blink of an eye, Loren had fully realized this.

Speed, skill, strength, agility, experience...... I don't have any advantage at all, and the feeling of hanging by a thread all the time has almost only been experienced in a few encounters with evil gods!

The sparks collided, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up when he missed the blow, and the blade in his hand crossed a black arc.

He didn't even hesitate, everything was as if it had been rehearsed countless times, but the seemingly random pace forced Loren to retreat, and there was no room to dodge.

The blade of the sword swirled, and the short sword that suddenly fell to the floor blocked the black-haired wizard's dodge route, and his right hand was raised, and he slammed down Loren's waist.

High-level spell, "Force Impact"!

The black-haired wizard's whole body was knocked out, and the leather armor under his clothes instantly turned into splinters, and the crisp sound of bone cracking was completely muffled by the roar of the shock wave.

There's no time to hesitate... Holding back the sweetness that poured into his throat, Loren's left hand snapped his fingers slightly.

Fire of Turin.

"Boom ——!"

The moment the flames burst out, Rut Infinit's figure had already ducked five paces away, and only suffered a little aftermath, but for the black-haired wizard, there might not be a worse outcome!

The area of the sewer hall was extremely narrow, and the power range of the Turin Fire was limited, otherwise he would be buried alive or even killed by himself......

Loren's expression was a little ugly.

In the gloomy hall, the figure of Rut Infinit kept shuttling around Loren, and the swift figure did not stop once, and the overwhelming explosions almost always were half a distance away from him;

A continuous roar resounded through the hall, and the violent echoes and smoke made both of them only faintly see each other's figures, and Loren, who had given up the harassment of the spell, raised his sword and jumped up to pounce on each other!

Collide, Encounter, Dodge, Circle!

Between the lightning and the fire, the two of them have gone back and forth several times, the sword swings the short sword, the blade breaks through the defense, and the death is not enough to attack again, and the circle is to find the position of the attack again.

Can't stop, never stop!

This kind of battle of life and death, a moment of pause or no more attack is an absolute death - it is not the same as the battle of vampires, evil gods, and even guardian knights.

Both of them know each other's skills and tactics too well!

Even if Loren didn't want to admit it, his fighting style was more like a night watchman than a spellcaster - mainly melee swordsmanship, various high-level spell-assisted combat skills, plus various alchemy items provided by small wizards, and a valve in the moment of death......

The most important point is, what is Loren's real basis?

The reflexes of a strong man, coupled with a fairly fast speed... In short, the principles of the Night's Watch's fighting;

And standing in front of him at this moment is the strongest night watchman so far!

I didn't even have time to breathe, I didn't even blink... What a sense of oppression.

Even so, Loren could still feel that the other party was not trying his best, and he didn't even really kill - otherwise he should have been nailed to the ground by the short sword through his chest at this moment.

Why... What does he want to do?

Capture yourself alive, and then use that life as a bargaining chip to force yourself to work for them?

Loren at this moment... There's really no extra brain power to think about that.

Pitch-black eyes stared at the figure of Ruth Infinit, and the opponent's movements were accurately displayed in the bloodshot eyeballs.

Five steps away, Rout Infinit pressed closely;

Loren could already see his released right hand, the dagger flipped under the action of inertia and gravity, and with a snap of his fingers, Loren could almost see the condensed "Force Impact";

With a long time and countless experiences, Rout must know better than all the night watchmen where the real horror of this high-level spell lies - the power gathered on the tip of the sword, the instantaneous explosive power can even directly penetrate the human body and shatter the heart, and the small power can even make the loss negligible.

For the Assassins, it was really a very practical killing technique;

Within three steps, the murderous blade was already close at hand;

The bright silver sword was too narrow to block Root's attack in three steps, but if he changed his routine and used an area attack like Turin's Fire, he would definitely catch it;

That's right, Loren Turin has no chance of winning.

Arrogance, pride, prudence...... It is almost a copy of Dalton Kander back then, even stronger than Dalton back then, more thoughtful, and more tolerant and clear about the situation.

It was for this reason that Rut Infinit did not expect that he would actually kill him—after killing all twenty-two of the Night's Watch, he did not know how to stop, and poured out his anger unscrupulously.

Disappointment, really disappointment... Loren Turin, whose arrogance eventually harmed him, made him believe that he who had lost a hand and his men was no match for him;

Blinded by pride, he really forgot that if his strength was really not as good as before, how could he still occupy the identity of the "leader of the night watch"?

The Night's Watch is the Emperor's sword, and he himself is the sharpest point;

That's it......

That's it... Watch how you died, Loren Turin......

Within two steps, the bright silver sword dimmed, and Loren, who had given up parrying, held the sword with his left hand instead, placed the blade on his waist, and assumed a posture of swinging the sword forward.

This is... Root's pupils shrank suddenly, and the black-haired wizard suddenly spoke:

"Turin... Fire!"

Well?!

Golden-red flames suddenly erupted from the tip of the bright silver sword, and with an unstoppable momentum, Loren stepped forward violently!

Grip the sword;

draw the sword;

Chop ————!!!!