Loheim was not used to riding in a carriage, not because he only trusted his legs, but because he disliked the fact that his perspective was limited, and as for horseback riding, it would make him feel that his strength was greatly reduced, and as a swordsman, he enjoyed the feeling of being down-to-earth, and only in this way did he have a sense of superiority in the palm of his hand. [Full text reading.]

So when he walked to the aristocratic inn in the city, the last rays of the setting sun finally sank into the roof, and the sky had completely darkened, and the extravagant and luxurious atmosphere of the Ober complex came to his face, and the cold evening breeze blew the family flags of those nobles.

Looking at the luxurious and mighty badge, his eyes showed nostalgia and warmth, once upon a time, he was also a nobleman, but a sudden upheaval changed this

He pondered for a moment, and he asked himself, if it weren't for that change, would he still have that amazing martial arts today, would he still hold the sword that he regarded as his life?

He couldn't know any of this, he only knew that if he was asked to choose again, he would not hesitate to abandon everything in the world and only focus on the cultivation of martial arts.

For thirty years, apart from his duty to protect Prince Shumi, this was his only faith.

He pinched the hard, cold hilt of his sword, and the thought of the thief who had escaped alive from his faith made him feel a surge of anger in his heart, and he would not allow anyone to desecrate it!

He paced slowly into the inn, and with a peaceful smile he called a passing squire, and asked where the lord from Sedaon lived.

The squire looked at him with disdain for his old attire, then pursed his lips and stretched out his hand at random, lacking the least respect for the snobbish squire either to the person he was asking about or to himself.

But Loheim didn't care about it, and he didn't even have the feeling that ordinary people feel when they are looked down upon. It's not that he's magnanimous, it's that he really doesn't take the other party's attitude to heart, because a dragon would never be interested in a reptile, and he takes it for granted that even if the gap between his other party is not so big, it is not far behind.

That's how wonderful things are. He can tolerate even a small person yelling at him if necessary, but he can't let go of a man who has escaped from his sword.

Along the ornate hallway, he soon reached the courtyard of the superior room.

"This swordsman, is there anything you can do to help you?"

On the stone steps leading to the second floor, a black-haired woman Ying Ying stood on it, her white hand was resting on the black gold stone armrest, the hem of the black skirt flowed to the marble floor, and the noble and distant temperament in her beautiful eyes seemed to be deliberately maintaining a distance from mortals.

"Loheim, swordsman of the Guards of His Royal Highness Prince Shumi. Loheim leaned down and gave an impeccable swordsman salute.

"What are you doing here?" Athena looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you going to apologize for the assassination of your lord?"

For this implied ironic words. Luo Haim smiled indifferently and said, "I just came to discuss a small matter with your lord. ”

Athena sighed slightly and smiled, "Lord Lord is not here. Because he's gone for a while, but he'll be back soon, would you like to wait a little longer?"

Loheim thought about it for a moment, and he nodded happily: "Okay!"

The other party's politeness was really beyond Loheim's expectations, and he was a little skeptical that the other party already knew his true intentions, could it be that the thief was sent by this lord?

But he wasn't afraid of being a trap, and he was convinced that he was strong enough to handle it.

When stepping out step by step. The muscles of his whole body were between tension and relaxation, and the fighting spirit on his body was condensed little by little.

He was ushered into a living room on the second floor, where a steaming cup of tea was served. But he glanced at it, but did not move.

A moment later, a sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he couldn't help but pay attention to two men wrapped in black cloaks walking by the doorway. These are the mysterious people that Sonon said he was talking about, right?

Just suddenly. The two guards in the shadows gave him a sense of familiarity, a coldness. Death, strange sensations without breathing.

He distinctly remembered that the thief who had assassinated him had the same aura on him.

He couldn't help frowning, stood up, and shouted, "Stop!"

The two guards didn't stop, and disappeared from his sight.

His eyes twinkled, and he strode out the door.

A corner of his black lichen disappeared over the bend in the hallway ahead, and he snorted coldly, increasing the length of his stride.

At the corner is a narrow corridor with a wall decorated with precious wood parapets, flanked by two polished metal swordsman ceremonial armor.

Just as he took another step forward, his body suddenly stiffened, and his feet seemed to be stuck and motionless.

He sneered disdainfully, "Hmph! Is magic forbidden?"

Although he hadn't pulled the sword out of the scabbard yet, his whole person had already condensed a fierce momentum, and he didn't make any superfluous movements, just raised his fist and smashed it down on the wall on the side, smashing the wooden wall with a "boom", revealing the magic array engraved inside. At the same time as his gaze shifted, the armor in the corridor suddenly moved, and then opened his huge arms and hugged him firmly, and the tremendous force emitted from it seemed to squeeze all the air out of his lungs.

Another armor shattered into countless parts, and a long sword pierced out of it, targeting his abdomen, and at the same time, a faint figure flashed in the air, and a sharp dagger quickly swiped towards his neck......

All angles have been firmly sealed!

It's an elaborate attack plan!

Faced with this crisis, Luo Haim smiled mockingly, and the blue fighting energy full of power on his body "boomed", he first tilted his head back, and slammed into the head of the person behind him, this violent impact on ordinary people can definitely smash the other party's head into a rotten persimmon. But the clear feeling told him that although the sturdy armor had been deflated by a piece, it still protected the other party, but the blow also caused the latter's arm to loosen, staggering back a few steps, and then falling heavily to the ground.

Looking at the long sword stabbed in front of him, Loheim's fierce hand reached out and took it, whether it was the blade or the blade of the sword, he was suddenly pinched into a deformed scrap iron bar, and he kicked the man out a few meters away with a quick kick, and the violent impact caused the murals and decorations on the wall to fall to the ground with a clatter.

"Boom!"

The dagger that came from behind him only made a metallic thud on his fighting light!

He glanced at the dagger contemptuously, grabbed the opponent's wrist with a hand, pulled it closer, and then slammed his fist into the soft belly with a blue fighting spirit, and he could clearly hear the sound of the vertebrae breaking, and the internal organs should undoubtedly have shattered into a pile of rotten flesh.

As soon as the hand was released, the other party fell to the ground limply.

Loheim pondered for a moment in front of the three men who had collapsed to the ground, and he crouched down and reached out to uncover the hood that covered his face.

Unbeknownst to him, a dagger was silently poking out of the void, speeding up when it was still a short distance behind him!

Adosimo sneered, condensing all his strength and spirit and stabbing hard!

The previous attacks were just a means to confuse the other party, just to cover up for this blow, after the other party had just experienced an assassination, what was left at the moment must be a relaxed spirit!

To Adozimal's surprise, there was a violent vibration in his wrist, as if he had stabbed not a flesh and blood body, but a steel plate!

Then he heard a low, cold snort.

He suddenly shouted that something was wrong, and with a flash of Lisuo, he retreated into the air again in time.

Loheim slowly stood up, his eyes twining, he was sure that this man was the same person who had assassinated him for the first time.

Suddenly, he turned his head to see that Athena was standing at the end of the corridor, her slender hand pointed at the front and lightly, and a few syllables came out of her mouth, and in an instant, a dark green cloud of death instantly filled the entire corridor, and all the decorative utensils, wooden parapets, lampstands, were all corroded, melted, and then gradually turned into the twisted shape of a candle after burning.

Under such an attack, it seemed that there should be no more life, but when everything was gone, Loheim's figure was still standing as straight as a sword, he held a scroll in his hand, and said with a faint expression: "When an hourglass is enough." ”

A faintly visible white light instantly spread throughout the courtyard.

Athena's eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Space shielding?"

Loheim began to draw his sword, inch by inch, and the blue fighting qi on his body rose like a flame, and then gradually expanded outward, cracks began to appear in the side walls, and those rotten debris finally couldn't support it and shattered with a "boom".

He snorted coldly and said, "I forgot to say that I am a swordsman, so there will be a lot of movement." ”