Someone once told Bilteli that his life would be long and that it would be difficult for him to die.

Bilteli was convinced that people who could crawl out of the slums of the West City would generally have a hard time dying, because if they didn't have enough life-saving skills, they would have almost died in the slums.

No matter where he is in or at what height, he always maintains a clear mind and the ability to think, and then makes choices that will allow him to get the most benefits.

He has only eternal interests in his eyes, so he never loses money.

Such people tend to live very long.

However, when the knife was slowly pulled out of the back of his heart, Biltley realized that the old man had been talking to him for an afternoon, and the purpose was still only to swindle a gold coin from his pocket.

The short knife in his hand stabbed into the thigh of the man behind him, and Bilteli turned his head and stared at the grim-looking man, a face he had seen for months, and he couldn't be more familiar.

The dagger almost sank into his thigh, but there was not the slightest expression of pain on his old-fashioned face, not even a frown, as if the leg was not his.

"Knight, you have to have faith and bottom line, if you don't have it, then you don't deserve to be called a knight, like you, you don't deserve to be called a knight." Louis pulled out the long knife in his hand, and at the same time reached out and pulled out the short knife on his leg, looking at Biltley with a cold face.

Bilteli made a ho-ho sound from his mouth and fell to his knees, looking at Louie, still not understanding why he was able to appear behind him silently and kill him like this.

"Anyway, I'm also the man who was once called a lone wolf, and I died at my hands, and you've completely exceeded your price." Louis pursed his lips and turned with his long knife in his hand and walked briskly in the direction of McGonagall's battle.

Biltley's eyes widened suddenly, he held his breath, tilted his head, and completely lost his breath.

At the same time, McGonagall flicked her wrist, and the tip of her sword drew a circle, and a glimmer of light lit up on the tip of the sword, and then it dotted on the fire mage's magic shield like a dragonfly.

Like dripping water into the oil pot, the pale golden magic shield boiled instantly, and the position where the tip of the sword was pointed suddenly dissolved a hole, and the long sword pierced the neck of the magician who was still holding the magic wand with the incredible gaze of the magician who was enough to block the fifth-level attack, as if it had only penetrated a thin piece of paper.

Blood poured out, but McGonagall's form did not stagnate, and with the same ease, a sword pierced the second magic shield, plunging the sword into the mage's heart.

What Mag Alex is best at, in addition to slaying dragons, is to slay magicians, whether it is all kinds of dark magicians, or all kinds of magicians who are hostile to the empire and ordinary people, there are not a few who die under his sword.

Wizards have a strong sense of confidence in high-level magic shields, and always feel that as long as the level is sufficient, melee opponents of similar levels are not enough to break through the magic shield.

McGonagall, however, was a special case.

He had the opportunity to join the Mage Tower, and it was likely that he would be the focus of attention, as he first came to Lodu because his magical talent was discovered and then brought to Lodo, where several elders of the Mage Tower vied to take him as an apprentice, but in the end he refused.

He just wanted to be a knight, and being a magician obviously couldn't live a life as chic and free as riding a horse and carrying a sword.

To become a knight is to face a variety of opponents, especially after becoming a soldier guarding the frontier of the empire, you need to face all kinds of death dangers.

And among them, the magician who carries various magic shields with him is a little difficult to deal with, if it is a magician of the same level, the opponent has a stronger magic shield than the current one, and this battle will become very troublesome.

So, McGonagall added a little magic to her swordsmanship, and after countless experiments, he was able to easily break through most of the magic shields.

Not many people know about it, because the vast majority of those who know are dead.

The sword was drawn from the second magician's heart, and McGonagall was completely encircled, and the four swords beckoned towards him almost simultaneously, and stabbed from different directions and angles with tacit understanding, sealing all the directions he could dodge.

The long sword shook, and first skimmed off the long sword that was stabbed in the heart after thinking about him, and cut off one of his fingers while sliding, the long sword slashed upwards obliquely, cutting off the long knife that slashed down angrily, and then the body fell backwards suddenly, three small arrows grazed his face, and the wind that brought it almost made people feel pain in their skin, and sent the long sword into the lower abdomen of the last fat man in black who held the short knife.

In a split second, McGonagall dodged four critical attacks, seriously injuring one of them.

However, the danger was not over, and a short sword stabbed him from the back, and although he turned to avoid it, his clothes were still torn.

Two small knives flew past his ears, cutting off a few strands of hair, and if he had deviated a little slower, the knives would have been nailed to his eyebrows.

The guy who had been pierced through the lower abdomen endured the pain, and he didn't mean to give up, still waving the short knife in his hand and lunging at McGonagall.

The long sword fluttered in the dark, McGonagall had a little sweat on her forehead, his body had just recovered to the third level, killing four people in a very short period of time, almost completely draining the spiritual power in his body, and now every step was like dancing on a tightrope, full of dangers, if he was not careful, the person who fell today was very likely to be him.

"You always like to do this kind of thing to bully more and less, which is despicable, but this time, I am not late." Louis appeared behind the fat man at some point, and said coldly, the long knife in his hand had already stabbed him in the back of the waist, connected with the wound in the lower abdomen, and stabbed through.

The other three were slightly startled, although they had seen McGonagall walking with a cripple before, but their attention was on McGonagall's body, so they didn't pay much attention, but they didn't expect him to suddenly jump out now and kill one of them.

And just as the three of them were distracted, McGonagall slapped her palm on the big tree on the side, went around the back of the tree, broke away from the encirclement of the three, and turned her body and rushed towards the last fourth-level knight with a sword.

"Dingding......

A crisp sword sound sounded, and the long swords of the two of them fought for an unknown number of times in a short period of time, and Louie also fought with the other person.

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"Qiao Xiu asked you to come, right?" Ten minutes later, McGonagall rested the tip of her sword on the fourth-level knight's neck and asked coldly.