The massive head rose into the sky, and with the helmet on, one of the guards died under Motak's sword. He originally wanted to stop Motak who was leaning towards Ophelia, but before the silver-level strength guard could react, Motaq had his head cut off.

Blood gushed out, and with the cheers of a group of men, Motak continued toward Ophelia.

The delicate facial features are beautiful and moving, the royal blue eyes are faintly blooming with confidence, and although the petite figure is not yet fully developed, the delicate skin is smooth and white, as if it has been washed with high-quality Orr milk, which makes people unable to take their eyes off. At this time, she was clenching the thin sword in her hand and fighting with several of her subordinates, her long fiery red hair dancing with her figure, and her spirit was flying.

This appearance aroused the desire in Motak's heart.

Several subordinates obviously saw the extraordinaryness of the chick in front of them, so they also took care of the severity when they started and did not hurt her. However, they had already cornered her, and although they were still resisting, it was only in vain.

"Hey, little girl, don't resist, why don't you follow Uncle and let's go back and have fun?"

"Yes, don't use your sword or sword, uncle, I don't want to make your face, tsk."

"Why are you talking so much, knock out and tie it back, it's not still ours."

"Haha! That's right. ”

On the side, Ophelia was dressed in rough clothes and looked coldly at the three bandits in front of her. Sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped on the muddy earth, blooming a delicate flower in the setting sun.

"Yo, that's a good look."

A voice interjected into the area, and the three bandits looked at the source of the sound in unison.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Motak didn't respond to the three, and walked straight up to Ophelia, staring at her with a pair of eyes, although it was hidden, the heat really couldn't be hidden. Mottark reached out to pinch Ophelia's chin, but was blocked by her sword.

Disgust rose in Ophelia's eyes.

"Hey, I like you like that."

Mottark grinned, and several of his men laughed uncontrollably.

"Come, let Ye have fun with you, let Ye see, how strong you are!"

As soon as the words fell, Motak's body erupted with an aura far beyond the four people present, in this aura, the eyes of the three robbers involuntarily showed a look of awe and yearning, and the subordinates around them also burst out with higher motivation after sensing the strength of their own leader.

This is the fine iron grade! The aura alone can make them unable to move!

Enjoying the reverent gazes around him, Motak once again set his eyes on the chick in front of him, but he found that there was no fear in the eyes of this noble girl as he imagined.

But this did not prevent him from acting, as long as he caught her, it was his business to play with this noble girl as he wanted, and at that time, humiliation, resentment, fear, and despair would be presented on her exquisite little face for him to enjoy and appreciate.

There seemed to be less noise around them, only wailing sounds. Occasionally, a thump was heard, accompanied by a scream.

Looks like those little cubs have figured it out?

Ignoring it, sniffing the scent of the maiden and the blood, Motak pondered how to catch the maiden without hurting her.

Returning from his thoughts, he saw the girl's eyes, and the royal blue pupils reflected two figures, one was him, and the other was a young man with black hair and black eyes. He remembered this gold-level strength young man, and the broken tree was his hand.

What if he came over now? It's just a gold level, that's all.

It seems that this black-haired guy gave the girl confidence, in that case, let's kill the guy behind him first, and let this little girl who is not deeply involved in the world taste what despair is!

With that in mind, Mottak turned around and played with the blade in his hand. He looked contemptuously at the young man in front of him and said:

"Boy, you seem to be his dependent. However, I guess you won't be unaware of my strength, right? ”

After finishing speaking, Motak could clearly feel that the young man in front of him had turned pale and his eyes were a little shaken.

It seems that this kid knows. Hey, it's better that way.

Mottak suddenly thought of a more interesting trick, if he had betrayed this young man just by words, he wondered what kind of despair this little girl would be. Motac felt a little wrong in his heart, but he didn't take it to heart.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Motac continued:

"Boy, I'm sure you already know the gap between you and me. Originally, I should have killed you because you disturbed my interest. But I saw that you were talented, so I changed my mind. It's better for you to join my command, as long as you follow me in the future, as my deputy, I promise to have money, women and women, eat and drink spicy, and don't have to be angry, how happy! ”

"What's more, don't you want to be your master? Look at this face, this skin, tsk. Motaac had a lewd smile on his lips, "As long as you join me, I promise, she, has your share!" ”

The young man's face turned even paler, and his eyes went back and forth between Motak and the girl, as if he was making a choice.

Seeing this, the corners of Motak's mouth rose higher, and he was about to continue the persuasion, but he heard the young man's voice:

"What are you talking about? Gross-"

The colorful holy light reflected in the sunlight, and Motak's expression froze, turning to anger:

"Shameless guy! Dare to be disrespectful to Lao Tzu! Die! ”

Motak burst out, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Lu Kaifeng, and the scimitar in his hand swung towards Lu Kaifeng's neck like lightning, if this blow was cut, it would definitely kill someone!

However, he was opposite Lu Kaifeng. According to the level conversion, Lu Kaifeng is at least fifty levels higher than him.

After spitting out, Lu Kaifeng calmly stretched out his right hand and pinched the blade.

There was no horizontal sword block, no dodge, and he just pinched the blade of the sword.

That's impossible!

Motak's face was full of horror. He had never encountered such a situation, and even if it was Mithril level, it was impossible for him to take his attack in this way!

He used all his strength to regain control of the blade, but he failed. The blade did not move at all, as if it was welded to Lu Kaifeng's hand. He discarded the scimitar and pulled back the distance as he drew his spare dagger.

The ominousness in his heart has become a reality, and at this time, he also happened to see the situation nearby.

Throughout the battlefield, none of his men were still standing, either holding their stomachs and groaning, or lying on the ground not knowing whether they were alive or dead. The guards took out the Niles rope from the wagon, which effectively restricted the operation of the mana and made it difficult to escape once tied, and now they were using this thing, tied to his men, and dragged aside. Occasionally, someone wanted to escape, but they were also caught by the nearby guards, and then they were directly stunned, tied up, and taken away, a set of actions were smooth, and I don't know if they often do this work.

And the three subordinates who were originally standing behind him didn't know when they lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground. On the side, several guards quickly tied Niles ropes to them. One of the guards caught his eye on Motack, who grinned as the two rows of white fangs shook in the light of the setting sun.

He smiled brightly, but to Mottark, it was as dark as an abyss.