A long sword lay in front of Hunter.

Thankfully, the sword was unsheathed—the purse slashed a parabola through mid-air before falling heavily to the ground. The Rael inside slammed into each other, and there was a loud bang.

He was met with a cold gaze.

"I'm sorry, but we're not merchants."

Gross, who was on horseback, replied. There was a lot of Rael in that king-sized money bag, but he had no intention of selling the war horse - at this time of the new moon year, the blood of the West's war horse has no price, and the value of a good horse often plays an important role that is difficult to replace in daily life.

What's more, his current identity is still a bandit leader who is inevitably killed.

Decisive refusal.

Hunter Heinrich's face had become more and more anxious, as if he had heard the footsteps of the old mercenary chasing after him—the soldiers of the vigilante might be able to buy him some time, but he knew that it would not be too long.

Pablo Bloodpier.

The secret underground organization he once belonged to was made up of many unknown bounty hunters, who on the surface had different identities, but secretly, the organization often accepted some high-value bounties such as assassinations - after the end of the contract, Hunter Heinrich chose to quit without hesitation for the "gray vulture" who had been famous in the organization.

He was deeply tired of it and just wanted to return to the normal life of ordinary people.

But the men refused to let go, and came to him again—he gritted his teeth, as if he was making some very important decision in his mind.

He shot.

The shabby gray tuxedo jacket on his body was open, and as his figure suddenly accelerated, it was blown high by the wind, like an inflated balloon - the long sword in front of him seemed to not exist, one second he was still under Gross's nose, and the next moment, only a series of vague afterimages were seen in everyone's sight.

All the shadows were in succession, like a slow-motion movie shot, and he rushed to target Scott, who was on his horse, and the four fingers of his right hand had just landed on the hilt of his sword.

A clenched fist grew wider and wider in Scott's field of vision—the power of the fist burst forth from the steely joints, and the punch was so powerful that it brought a whistling wind in his ears, and Scott felt as if he was about to vomit, and he was struck from the saddle and flew diagonally.

Hunt grabbed one of his palms in the saddle and he was about to turn over on his horse.

It was only then that there was a continuous sound of sword drawing around him—Hunter was about to leap up, but he felt a chill that seemed to be substantial, and beside him, a dark blue blade pierced the air and was approaching his chest at high speed.

The horse spun sharply, and Gross swung his sword.

This sword is extremely subtle - not very fast, but the sword is pointing at it, and it actually seals all possibilities of dodging.

This level of swordsmanship?

At this time, Hunter never thought that he would casually meet a mercenary who actually had such a level of swordsmanship-

He almost thought it was an illusion:

The forests of the Dortis, the lakes of summer are like a glittering ribbon, and the birds chirp, quiet and lively. At that time, Hunter Heinrich was still a teenager, and he and his parents were riding in a carriage to Boomer in Lazis, and on the way through the forest, they came across a knight who was surrounded by a carriage with intricate silver decorations on the walls of the carriage, and beside the knight a group of bandits appeared.

The bandit surrounded the carriage, numbering at least fifty or more. However, the knight rode one by one, galloping across the country, and the long sword in his hand swung out streamers, and the bandits were still shouting at first, but when the real battle began, they stood still one by one, letting the cold blade of the sword slash through their necks, without any resistance, like lifeless clay puppets.

Is this terrible mystical witchcraft?

At first, he leaned on the window of the carriage and twisted his head to ask his father, but his father told him: This is really good swordsmanship, the so-called strength, in addition to the strength itself, there is also a thing called artistic conception.

At that time, he didn't seem to understand it as a young man - it wasn't until three years later, when he went with his father to visit the knight at Swan Castle, that he learned the knight's name, the sword man Soldado. From that moment on, he gradually began to understand something about the artistic conception.

Master-level swordsmanship artistic conception!

Just like the sword of the mercenary in front of him, the most famous "gray vulture" in the "Pablo Blood Thorn", of course, will not be killed by the neck, with the force of his knees and ankles, Hunter's feet slammed, and the whole person flew out backwards like an arrow from the string.

The speed of retreat is not inferior to before, as if the inertia of the body does not exist.

Gross tugged at the reins of his horse in one hand and his sword in the other, his face grim but wary—the pace and the way he fought in front of him reminded him of a not-so-good memory. Although the strange man did not use weapons, his style of striking and his swift and strange movements reminded him of a notorious Assassin Order.

"Roses bloom in the dark, beautiful but no one knows. However, the intoxicating fragrance attracts the soul to yearn for it. On the hill on the other side of the sea of flowers, the ancient castle, the temple of the resting place of the nameless. ”

As Gross stared at the figure, he couldn't help but whisper - the blade of the Frost Sword slashed across the shabby gray coat with a clang.

Something seems to have been dropped.

At the moment, though, no one cares.

"Who are you?"

"Grey vulture," Hunter asked—it seemed that the young man wielding the sword was the leader of the group.

"Are you one of those guys? Damn it! ”

He heard this nameless short poem blurt out word for word from the young man's mouth, and the expression of his face suddenly became extremely distorted—his ears were pricked up, and the streets of Silver Leaf Town were still crowded in the afternoon, and after the sword was drawn, the pedestrians on the side of the road avoided it. And in the midst of this cacophony, Hunter had already heard a hint of movement.

The bounty hunters of Pablo's Blood Stinger walk on the ground in a different way than other normal people - they usually land first with the front half of their arches, keeping their feet in a state where they can easily exert their strength. Without special training, it is almost impossible to form such a special step.

This footstep has a different sound.

Hunter looked at the young man in front of him, and while scolding the group in his heart, he turned around - after a few vertical jumps, his figure disappeared into the crowd on the other side of the street.

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