After completing their sword training, Ian and Sid routinely return to the witch first. At this time, they had not yet reached the hollow of the tree, and they saw the war horse left by Rekin outside in the distance. It was haphazardly tethered to a tree outside the hollow.

This uninvited guest suddenly alerted the two.

They sneaked out of the tree hole, and did not dare to enter rashly, but followed the perimeter of the tree hole, touched the vicinity of the house, and eavesdropped on their ears.

The outer skin of the ancient tree was thick, and they faintly heard only the word "falcon". The visitor seemed to be familiar with the witch, but the witch's attitude was not friendly. However, there does not seem to have been much of an argument.

At this moment, the young man's voice sounded outside the house, and it sounded much clearer to Ian and Sid than before.

"Then I will not disturb you in seclusion, witch," said the young man politely, "I will continue my mission, the life of a falcon is very hard!" said him, and his boots made a clattering footstep on the stone-paved path, and he walked step by step towards the mouth of the tree.

Although nothing was found, every cup on the witch's tea tray was spotless, and Regin's was haunted by it. He didn't believe in witches in the wilderness, and there would always be guests in the house who could sit down and drink tea together.

She's not an ordinary old woman, Rekin snorted coldly in her heart.

"We'd better never see each other again!" cried the witch from the doorway of the house.

Lei Jin walked out of the big tree hole, and the environment was quiet and silent. He took a deep breath of the fresh woodland air and paused to ponder.

The trail that had been found so hard was now broken, and the time wasted was enough to allow Subject Five to move elsewhere. The possibility of having left the empire is not impossible, but at least no suspicious information has been received from the eyeliner lurking on the border. Rekin pondered what to do next.

At this time, Ian and Sid were clinging to the perimeter of the ancient tree, and had turned to the side near the tree hole, wanting to sneak a peek at who the other was. By the time Regin's exit from the hollow, they should have at least one side face.

"Goo-"

Sid's stomach made a loud noise, and Sid, Ian, and Reggin were all stunned.

Sword training consumes physical strength, and their stomachs are hungry quickly, and they usually come back to eat and rest at this time. Sneezing, farting, hiccups, any sound can be endured, but the stomach is not controlled.

"Witch, you seem to have an intruder here, I'll take care of it for you!" Regine said loudly, a smile of joy that could not be concealed in his voice, but this smile was more terrifying to the witch and Ian than the scream of the swamp elves.

As soon as the words fell, Lei Jin took an arrow step, and sped away in an arc close to the outside of the ancient tree.

Sid grabbed Ian's shoulder with his left hand and pulled it back, taking a step forward with his right hand, and drawing his sword from his waist with his right hand. Thunder Jin was extremely fast, and seeing that he was already in front of him, Sid drew his sword and directly swung a horizontal slash.

Regin's right hand was directly stretched out to block, but Sid felt that what he had slashed was not the opponent's right arm, but a hard rock. With a "bell", his right hand was numb, and the long sword was slightly shaken open. Only then did he see that a faint layer of blue light was faintly attached to Regin's right forearm, forming a small shield about a finger thick. His sword didn't touch Regin, but slashed at the shield of the psychic force.

"Psychics?!" Sid was shocked. But Regin, without waiting for him to withdraw his sword and return to his defense, flew up and kicked Sid away.

At that moment, Sid saw that Regin's eyes were not on him, but he was engrossed in looking at Ian behind him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he looked very happy, and he seemed to be about to laugh.

He finally glanced at Sid and said, "The sword of Rock Split?"

Sid was shocked again, the fight just now was just lightning and fire, and the other party even recognized his sword.

Reggin didn't seem to need Sid's answer, his movements were extremely simple, his steps were a little bit, and he jumped forward to Ian at great speed, while his right hand touched his own back. As he approached an arm's length in front of Ian, he suddenly drew a long dagger from his waist. The dagger came out of its sheath and made a "clang" sound, which resounded through the forest, startling a few birds that did not know where to live. The arc drawn by the knife in his right hand was so accurately calculated in terms of time and distance that with the momentum of his body, he could cut Ian's throat with a single blow.

The piercing hiss of swords clashing with each other was heard. Blocking between Regin's long dagger and Ian's throat was the spirit Zack and his sword, pale blue spectrosis light coming from Ian's eyes behind Zack.

Reggin leaped half a step back, holding the dagger in his backhand diagonally in front of his chest, and his left hand was slightly behind his left chest. He was even happier to see Zack's spirit, and he had almost determined Ian's identity, which was the target he had been tracking for half a year. The long dagger in his hand was pitch black, without a trace of reflection, but the blade glowed with a cold cold light.

"Black Feather?" Ian cried out at the sight of the dagger, "You're from Rock Split?"

"Oh, do you recognize this dagger?" said Regin, waving the dagger, and as if talking to himself, "Black Feather, good name." ”

The other party suddenly appeared in the tree hole, and now it attacked without saying anything, Ian was bent on finding out his identity, so he said sharply: "I made this dagger, where did you get it? Answer me, are you from Rock Splitting Castle?!"

Regin's stunned moment, and then burst into a burst of happy laughter: "Hahahaha!" seemed to hear some very funny joke, "I see, I see! You actually used your spiritual power to become a magic blacksmith!" The laughter stopped, and said hatefully: "Okay, you Bartod, tell me earlier that you found the magic blacksmith in Light Wind Village, why did I waste so long!"

Then, he looked at Zack with great interest: "What is this?" Instantly, his eyes showed that he had lost interest in Zack again, and even disappointed. He said to Ian in a playful tone: "We falcons never answer questions, we ask questions, and there is only one way to ask questions: torture." ”

Ian listened to him and even called the lord's name, and he looked high, and couldn't help but guess his identity. But what did he mean by these words? Listening to the tone, he already knew that Ian had psychic powers, and the cold blow just now was clearly intended to take his own life.

A long-dormant thought flashed through Ian's mind - the Chaser. The young man in front of him, who looked dignified and had a personable demeanor like a nobleman, seemed to be a dangerous enemy he had been hiding from for a long time. Is that the name of the organization? Is the organization behind him the one who killed Zach, Andrew, and Frynn, ruined my family, and uprooted my hometown?

Thinking of this, Ian's eyes also turned cold. Just today, right here, his chance to find out the truth of the incident was in front of him.

Zack raised the sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Regin, slowly moved away from Ian, and leaned towards Regin's left, while Ian also drew the longsword at his waist and faced Rekin in the same position, attacking Zack in a 90-degree attack. He still can't control Zach to launch different offensive moves at the same time as himself, which is a temporary plan he has come up with to avoid fighting left and right - since he can't control the spirits to cooperate with the fight, try to avoid interfering with each other. In a range of 90 degrees, it is equivalent to two people using the same move to deal with the enemy at the same time, even if the attack is monotonous, at least it will not hinder each other.

Sid took his sword in both hands and stole it from the back bread, cutting off Regin's back path.

The falcon held the dagger in his right hand, and the pale blue psionic shield on his left arm became darker and heavier. Seeing Ian take an offensive stance, he looked disdainful. The whole person leaned on his left leg, his shoulders were relaxed, and his arms were slightly lowered, not at all like the appearance of facing the enemy.

"Carving insect skills!"

He muttered, and as he stared, pale blue psychic power emanating from his palm, enveloping the dagger named Black Feather in an endless stream.

"I'm going to show you how professionals use their psychic powers. Rekin smiled and easily tossed the dagger upward, catching, throwing, catching, while Ian and Sid were on guard, for fear that he would throw the dagger and sneak attack.

Although the falcon is never picky about the means to complete the task, at this time, facing Sid and Ian, the falcon does not plan to sneak attack. Although the dagger thrown by Regins fell back into his hand, there was an identical spirit dagger left in mid-air, like an afterimage of Black Feather left in the air. The spirit dagger whirled around in the air on its own, aiming the tip of its blade at Ian. Regin's black feather was thrown flat from his right hand to his left hand, and the dagger passed over the trail in front of him, leaving three or four more afterimages at once. Similarly, the spirit daggers turned their blades on Ian.

He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his young opponent's nervous and surprised expression, "I can't even understand why you always like to manifest some human forms, and then let these humanoid spirits use the same weapons built with psychic power. He flicked his left wrist upwards and threw the dagger out with all his might. The dagger flipped and slashed a high arc through the air above his head, and then fell steadily back into his right hand, "It's just redundant, it's inefficient, it's not good to directly manifest the weapon." ”

As expected, a series of daggers immediately appeared on the arc trajectory in the air, each of which took on the form of a black feather tumbling in the air, like a static painting. But in the next instant, these static spirit daggers all turned their blades. Some of them pointed at Ian, others at Sid, suspended in the air and trembling slightly, as if some force was restraining them, preventing them from flying towards their targets.

Rekin said lightly, "So, shall we begin?"

As if to respond to his proposal, the spirit daggers in the air were instantly released, shooting at their intended targets without warning.

Ian and Sid scrambled, dodging the daggers they didn't have time to dodge. With the sound of daggers flying through the air and the clanging sound of their swords when they blocked, Ian and Zach were forced to retreat further and further instead of having a chance to pinch Raygin. Since Ian couldn't control the spirits at the same time, he had to prioritize himself from being stabbed with a dagger, and he had no time to care about Zack. As soon as he wanted to use his heart and mind, he was immediately scratched by a flying dagger.

It soon became clear to them that the daggers did not simply fly to their targets. The dagger that they dodged or blocked was able to turn around and fly back again. It's as if Ian and Sid have magnets on their bodies that always attract these spirit daggers, and some of them can even fight Ian several times in a row.

It was as if he saw each dagger being held by an invisible Regin, coming at him from all directions at the same time. The longer the confrontation lasted, the more frightened he became—he couldn't control Zack's distractions at the same time, and Reggin could actually control so many daggers at the same time and fight the two of them in the entire space......

Rekin grinned as he watched the two of them retreat as they fought, gradually overstretched. Ian, in particular, wanted to keep Zack's form, but slowed down his reactions.

"Tsk," he shook his head, "if it were me, I'd be unembodied." ”

Contrary to Ian's panic, Reggin simply leaned against the trunk of a nearby glasswood tree, leisurely playing with the black feather in his hand, and looked at his opponent with a pleasant and sinister look.