The team rushed to the antechamber of the castle with various weapons, and it was obvious that the entourage who had followed Simpuk into the castle shouted, "Brothers, smash the castle door open." [Full text reading.]"

The rebels outside were farmers and hunters, many of whom were old men and women, except for Sempk's cronies, who had no suitable siege equipment and could only stare at the sturdy stone walls when their tracks were exposed.

It was only this group that rushed to the destination, only to find a bald giant with a condensed face guarding the gate of the castle, his height was more than three times that of ordinary people, and he was holding a huge iron hammer the size of a human being.

"Don't be afraid, he won't be vindictive!" The captain had already reached the level of a low-level militia swordsman, that is, the usual second-level swordsman, he tried his best to muster up his courage, took a few steps forward under his feet, pointed the slashing sword in his hand forward, turned his head and shouted back: "Go on!"

Seeing him rush out first, the people behind him also screamed and pounced, and the sound of blades and footsteps mixed into a torrent rushing forward.

Sharu's cold face didn't move, and he just raised his hammer with one hand and swung it sideways like a fly as he watched the swordsman captain rush towards him with a faint glow.

"Bang!"

As if they had been punched in the heart, all of them stopped in their footsteps, and watched as their captain threw a trail of blood in the air, and then twisted into a mass of unrecognizable iron and flesh with the armor on their bodies, and lay motionless in the corner, all swallowing at the same time. Involuntarily took a few steps back.

Sharu's grim gaze swept over the disheveled men, and then he walked step by step with the bloodstained sledgehammer.

The colossal shadow fell over the heads of all those who looked up, and an invisible coercion enveloped the body.

A rusty axe fell to the ground, sparking a spark on the stone slab, and a middle-aged man fell to his knees in a trembling voice, "Please forgive me, my lord, I surrender." ”

As soon as his words fell, a series of collisions rang out, and a handful of weapons were forced to be thrown out like a hot potato.

And at this moment, in the spacious lord's bedroom, the sharp tip of the sword was almost like pressing on Luo Lan's eyebrows. The vindictive Leng Mang's skin hurt, but he was still smiling, and he didn't seem to take such a dangerous situation to heart at all.

Sempke's heart was vigilant, he was not a reckless man, before this moment, he was full of confidence in his arrangement, even when the plan was seen through by the other party, he maintained a strong fighting spirit, he thought that since he was already standing here, then the opponent had no chance of equalizing the defeat.

But the smile on the other side made him think that this matter might not be simple. Could it be that he had fallen into some trap? He suddenly did not dare to do it easily.

At this time, the noise outside the castle seemed to have fallen silent. As if it had never appeared, it made his heart sink for no reason.

He gritted his teeth, and when he was about to make a desperate move, he felt his body suddenly stiffen, and the short distance between him and Luo Lan was as difficult to cross as a deep ravine, he turned his head to look, Xi Jiesi's slashing sword was raised diagonally and high, and two light wings were formed on the sword body full of fighting spirit, which were moving and flashing along the blade, and there was a terrifying divine fighting qi gathered on it. In Sempke's senses, it was as if as long as he handed his sword forward one more inch, he would be hit by the latter's powerful blow.

Footsteps pounded on the icy ground, and the swordsmen behind him stepped up. The blade in his hand pointed at Xi Jiesi without showing weakness.

In this tense and imminent atmosphere, Luo Lan's voice rang out. He smiled: "Captain Sempuke, I don't think it's a good solution to the problem. ”

Simpuk didn't dare to relax, he said coldly: "So, what good proposal does the lord have?"

"Click, click. Luo Lan's fingers tapped on the table, stared at him and said, "Since you are also a nobleman, then we can use the noble way to divide the winners and losers." ”

"Duel?" Sempke frowned, he snorted, the corners of his mouth twitching to Cejes, and said mockingly, "Duel with a priest?"

"No," Luo Lan waved his hand: "I made it very clear, since it is a duel like an aristocracy, it is a matter between me and you." He pointed at himself and then at Sempke, and said in an accentuated tone, "I...... and you. ”

"As long as you beat me, I will take myself

Hand it all over, of course, including the food you need, if you ......" Luo Lan exhaled lightly and said, "I'm sorry, then I have to ask you and your entourage to be at my disposal, what do you think?"

Sempuke hesitated for a moment, using a duel to divide the winner, this is indeed a good way, based on his judgment of Luo Lan, this is only a low-level priest, he should have a great chance of winning, but another voice in his heart told him that this is just a seemingly simple, but in fact implicit conspiracy trap, he should abandon all distractions, regardless of casualties, and kill these two people on the spot.

The two thoughts lingered in his heart for a long time, and finally, he exhaled lightly, drew his sword and stepped back, and said in a deep voice, "I agree." He waved his hand, and the skilled swordsmen silently exited the bedroom.

Luo Lan nodded, and he gestured to Xi Jiesi, who bowed slightly, put his sword back into its sheath and walked out of the door.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

Luo Lan stood up and walked to the table.

This is a rare opportunity, a chance to test the results of his "perception" of training.

After fighting Niltina, he's been honing this ability over and over again.

Now, I have finally found a suitable opponent.

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In his quiet "perception", it seems that the fluctuations in the air have become spiritual creatures, and they are uncontrollably pulled by a powerful force field.

And this power is the fighting spirit that emanates from Sempuk.

The distribution of the strength and weakness of the fighting qi there was so clear, as if it was as familiar as breathing close at hand.

It's a wonderful feeling of seeing everything, like knowing how things work and being able to respond to them at any time.

It's just that with Luo Lan's current proficiency, he can only perceive the moment when the enemy is still or intermittent before attacking.

In opponents with little difference in rank, this has actually decided the victory or defeat between them in advance.

Sempke took a step forward, slashing his sword and pointing forward slowly, as if he was carrying some heavy object on the tip of the sword, and suddenly, his speed accelerated, and the violent fluctuations that rippled immediately made Luo Lan's perception fall into a cloud.

Luo Lan's eyes opened slightly, huh?

The sword slashed forward rapidly, cutting an arc in the air, and falling fiercely towards Luo Lan's carotid artery.

"Qiang!" Luo Lan suddenly stretched out a hand to block the swift blow, and a sharp white blade of light appeared in his hand, and the two made a metal-like crashing sound; at the same moment, his head was tilted, and a "woo" sound sounded in his ear, and a fist flashing with violent white light passed his ear dangerously.

After missing the blow, Sempuke suddenly froze for a moment, cautiously retreated a few steps, and looked at Luo Lan in disbelief.

His blows often have unexpected effects, and then he can seize the opportunity to firmly control the situation under his sword, how does the opponent recognize and dodge? Could it be that he is too slow to strike?

At the moment when Sempuke launched his attack just now, Luo Lan vaguely felt that the fighting qi on the opponent's sword was pitiful, but the fighting qi fluctuation on his left fist was terrifyingly strong.

The sword that was swung was just a false move, and the real killing move was in the fist.

If it was to use the light blade to meet the opponent's sword-slashing sword full of fighting spirit, Luo Lan asked himself if he couldn't do it.

Very few swordsmen would use such an attack, and those who had never seen it would at least be caught off guard.

If it were Luo Lan in the past, he would think of avoiding this attack, using his speed to close the distance, and then look for a flaw.

But now, he was full of confidence.

Sempke struck again, this time with great speed.

Same as last time, Luo Lan sensed in an instant that all the strong fighting qi condensed on the tip of the opponent's sword and forearm, while his body was extremely weak.

Luo Lan smiled slyly, stretched out a finger and silently pointed at the other party's chest.

Light Punishment!Low-level Attack Divine Technique.

This can usually only be used when the opponent is immobile, as it is of little use under the protection of vindictive spirit and strict elements.

However, in the case of weak protection, it is enough to play its due role.

This is the advantage of those who have mastered the skill of perception, and any ordinary low-level spell can do its due role.

Sempke suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, so the rhythm of the attack suddenly went into chaos, he staggered a few steps as if he had been pushed, and the next moment, a dagger was firmly placed on his neck.

"You lost. ”