A horse-drawn carriage runs through the streets of the Silver Star District, and Wilt sits in the middle of the carriage, his eyes closed.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface (情 qíng), his heart (情 qíng) is actually not good.

Ever since he had fought the blasphemer two months ago, he had been searching for this target marked by strife. Killing this blasphemous, seizing the mark of strife, and performing another sacrificial ritual will surely result in God's response and blessing.

Loshi has always been very generous to his followers who please him.

The blessing of this deity is to transform the sacrifice into the power of the soul, part of it is collected for his own use, and part of it is given to the believer, which can directly improve the strength of the believer.

That's why people take great risks to believe in Him and are willing to perform sacrificial rituals.

Wilt has been a fourth-level demon swordsman for a few years, and he is only one step away from reaching level five, and if he can be blessed by the gods and offer the credit for taking the mark of strife, he can at least one level higher.

He has already prepared the demon soul, and he only needs to fuse it after leveling up, and maybe he can directly reach level six!

Everything is ready, except for the blasphemer.

However, Wilt searched for almost two months and still found no trace of the other party.

He visited the Demon Soul Market almost every day, and even traced down the place where the other party once lived, in the apartment on Kissham Street, but still found nothing.

"Damn, I should have killed him that night. ”

Wilt regretted it in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The blasphemer was very cautious, his face was covered on the day he killed Hogan, it was so dark that he didn't even know what the other person looked like.

All he knew was that the blasphemer should be a young man, a tall iron guard, with a body of steel that is a supernatural element, and he is very strong.

But these characteristics are so vague that no one can be found.

Wilt didn't want to report the blasphemer to Shadow Blade, lest someone else take away the opportunity to please the gods, so he had to find it slowly. Because of the frequent comings and goings, it also caused dissatisfaction from the above, so he could only find an excuse to fool around.

"If you look for another half a month, if you still don't find it, you can only give up. ”

Wilt thought of the organization's plan, although there were some twists and turns before, and now it has entered the final stage, and it will not be long before he can no longer go out to move out at will.

He was very unwilling.

"Huh?"

Wilt opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight in the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and then overjoyed.

A clear sensation came to mind.

"Mark of Strife!"

Wilt suppressed his excitement and looked out of the glass window, silently searching for the shadow of the blasphemous.

The carriage was running down the road, not fast, and he sensed that the mark of strife was not far away, a little in front of the carriage on the right side.

Wilt looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was a bicycle.

The bicycle was in front, and it was gradually overtaken and overtaken by the carriage, and the appearance of the cyclist was seen.

This is a young man of about twenty years old, (身shēn) is sturdy, extremely good-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a calm gaze, and anyone who sees him will be impressed.

Wilt immediately remembered what Hogan had said at the beginning, the blasphemer was a very handsome young man, and it was hard to forget it just by looking at it.

This man fits exactly as Hogan describes.

Wilt sneered in his heart, Hogan was right, this blasphemous person's appearance was indeed outstanding.

"Finally found you. ”

Secretly observing the way the other party was riding, Wilt inexplicably gave birth to a bit of indescribable (emotion) in his heart, both excited and unhappy, and wanted to kill him immediately.

The carriage quickly overtook the bicycle and pulled away.

Wilt did not rush to get out of the car, and did not stop the carriage until the next junction and went down.

He walked casually to a newsstand, turned his back to the street, and pretended to buy a newspaper.

Half a minute later, the blasphemer passed behind (身shēn) on his bicycle, completely unaware of the anomaly. Wilt watched the bike disappear from view and threw away the newspaper to chase after it.

The power of the wind element flows in the whole (身shēn).

Wilt seemed to be walking normally, stepping several meters with each step, like a breeze blowing past the pedestrians, and many people flashed before the figures disappeared, thinking that they were hallucinating.

He chased and stopped, stopping from time to time to borrow cover to block the view of the blasphemous, perfectly playing the characteristics of the Wind Demon Swordsman, extremely fast and light as the wind, but without attracting attention in the streets.

Sometimes, bicycles also pass through empty streets.

Wilt did not blindly chase after him, but listened attentively to the sound of the wind, and with his superb tracking skills, he did not lose all the way.

The bike left the Silver Star area, rode over the bridge and crossed the Fregren River.

Then continue along the streets through the Los district and finally into the slum-populated district of Rien.

The streets of the slums are densely populated and chaotic, making Wilt even easier to follow.

"It turned out to be hiding in the slums, no wonder I couldn't find it. ”

Wilt secretly hated in his heart, if he hadn't been lucky enough to meet him on the road today, he might have been looking for a few more years in vain.

Moments later, he watched from afar as the other man rode into a hotel.

"Basil Lodge. ”

Wilt did not rush in, hid in a corner outside the inn, observed for a while, and found that the business of the inn was quite good, and there were often transcendents coming in and out, and even in the street, the noise coming from the inn could be heard, and there were many people playing cards.

This is a very normal hostel.

After the blasphemer went in, he never came out.

"This may just be a temporary place for him to stay, and if he doesn't do it in time, maybe it will be difficult to find next time. ”

Wilt hesitated for a moment, deciding to go in and investigate.

He wasn't worried about being recognized, and when they fought that night, he covered his face and even his voice was deliberately disguised.

Walking into the hotel, there was a lot of noise and the smell of alcohol.

Wilt frowned, his gaze swept over the dozen or so tables in the entire hall, and he didn't find the blasphemer, and he didn't know where he went.

He sat down at an empty table and ordered a few dishes and wine.

The shouts of the players were mixed with the laughter of the call girls, and the occasional person who lost in a hurry and got into a fight, all of them were kicked out by the dwarven boss with the red cockscomb hairstyle.

This scene is no different from countless hotels in the world.

The place where the transcendents gather is nothing more than three things, playing cards, women and wine; playing cards cannot afford to lose, fighting for women, jealousy, drinking, and eventually developing into fights to add fun.

Wilt eats and drinks while looking for the shadow of the blasphemer.

The Wind Demon Swordsman was sensitive to wind and sound, but the hotel was so noisy that it affected his hearing, and he couldn't hear anything useful.

Nor did he interrogate the waiter, lest he reveal his purpose.

Wilt was very patient, and halfway through his meal, the blasphemer reappeared, and the waiter ordered a dinner to be sent to the back courtyard.

"Courtyard?"

Wilt grabbed the key message.

After he finished eating, he continued to sit for another half hour until it was dark, and then he got up (body shēn) and left.

Coming out of the hotel, Wilt walked around the back of the hotel from a distance, covered his face, and jumped over the fence like a fallen leaf, silently falling in a courtyard.

He stood in the corner of the wall and melted into the shadow (yin yīn) and listened intently for a few minutes.

In the room on the side of the courtyard, there was a slight sound of breathing, the rhythm was soothing and powerful, and it should be a transcendent person who was sleeping.

"Went to bed so early?"

Confused, Wilt moved lightly to the window of the room and glanced through the gap.

A white-haired man with a bare upper half (身shēn) lying on a (bed chuáng) with scars all over his body, (bed chuáng) resting his head against two cross swords, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of anyone approaching.

In the man's arms, he hugged a woman with good materials, revealing her fair shoulders, her black curly hair covering most of her face, lying on the man's chest xiōng, only half of the side face could be seen, but there was an infinitely beautiful wind (情qíng), and the curves under the thin blanket were undulating, which led to reverie.

From the crumpled (bed chuáng) bunk, it can be seen that the two men have clearly just experienced a big battle.

"Witchers, not blasphemers. ”

Because it was only a glimpse through the window, it was not clear to see, and Wilt couldn't judge the strength of this witcher, but this was a hotel in the slums, and he shouldn't be a master.

Wilt was about to leave the window, and somehow the profile of the woman in the room came to mind.

"This woman seems to have seen it somewhere. ”

"And I didn't hear her breathing just now, it's weird. ”

He hesitated, stood there for a long time without remembering, and couldn't help but look inside again.

This time, Wilt focused on the woman's (身shēn) and noticed that there was a small beauty mole on the left corner of her mouth, only half the size of a grain of rice, which was inconspicuous.

"Beauty Mole ......"

At this moment, the woman moved slightly, and the black curls that covered her face spread out a little, revealing more of her face.

Wilt finally saw her clearly, and his eyes immediately widened.

He stood outside the window, stunned, his body did not dare to move, but the cold sweat on his forehead flowed out like water, and he trembled uncontrollably, and he never had the courage to look into the room again.

At this moment, Wilt has only one thought, run away immediately!

He held his breath and tiptoed back, not even daring to step on the ground, for fear of waking up the two people in the room.

"Where are you going?"

A voice rang out suddenly, almost scaring Wilt to death.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure standing at the door of the courtyard, the blasphemer who had been tracking him for a long time, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Wilt would have been glad to see the blasphemer appear ten seconds ago, but now he just wanted to stay away from this place, not for a second.

"He deliberately lured me here!"

Wilt's mind raced, and he thought of many things at once, and his face turned pale.

He didn't want to do it at all, the power of the wind element agitated Quan (身shēn), like a black shadow in the wind, jumping towards the wall of the courtyard, trying to escape.

"Want to escape?"

As soon as he jumped into the air, the blasphemer seemed to have expected it, and a fierce charge crashed into him.

Wilt's face changed drastically, he was extremely sensitive to the flow of the wind, and the charge of the blasphemer had a terrifying power, like a steam train, and if it was hit, it would be seriously injured if it did not die.

"He's got stronger!"

"Gotta get out of the way!"

Wilt's right foot stepped in mid-air, and a whirlwind formed on the sole of his foot, as if he had stepped on an invisible object, and he reversed the direction with the help of his strength, adjusted his posture, and quickly drew the single-edged sword at his waist.

The slight arc of the blade flashed with blue light, and the "Flash Sword Slash" was launched.

The incomparably sharp sword tore through the air, and even the man with the sword slashed at the charging enemy.

Surprisingly, the blasphemer doesn't seem to have any intention of dodging the attack at all, or maybe he is in the middle of the charge, unable to change direction, and allowing the blade to slash at (身shēn).

Wilt knew that the opponent had the element of steel and was extremely strong in defense.

However, this slash gathered all his strength, even if it was a steel body, it was enough to cut out a deep wound and hit the opponent hard with a sword.

In an instant, the distance narrowed.

The blade of the sword slashed the blasphemous with no mistake, from top to bottom, from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, to the chin and (chest xiōng) mouth, and the power of the wind element on the sword burst out in an instant.

If it were someone else, Wilt was confident that he would cut the opponent in half with a single sword.

However, all he saw was a spark splashing out!

It was as if the sword had struck not a human head, but an incomparably hard steel ingot, and the sword had a tremendous force of shock, making his hands numb and barely able to hold the sword.

"It's over......"

Wilt was shocked, and before the thought could fall, he was hit head-on.

Bang!

He felt as if he had hit a fast-moving iron wall, and the terrifying force crushed him, and he flew upside down, falling back into the courtyard, and slammed into the window of the room.

Hun (body shēn) hurts everywhere, and I don't know how many bones are broken in my body.

But Wilt ignored his injuries and managed to get up, looking back at the room behind him, his eyes full of horror.

There were several noises in the room, and it seemed that someone had woken up.

Before he could react, there was another violent sound of breaking the air in the courtyard, and he quickly turned his head and saw the blasphemer charging again.

In the blink of an eye, the tall (身shēn) body rushed in front of him.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the injury, Wilt staggered his steps, and at the moment when he was about to be hit, he cast a swift wind step, and the shadow of the (body shēn) melted into the wind, circling behind the enemy's (body shēn).

If it's a peacetime fight, this is the perfect time to attack from behind.

However, Wilt has no intention of fighting, and just wants to escape.

The Wind Walk continued to flicker, each step erratic, and after several successive changes of direction, it distanced itself from the enemy.

The blasphemous in the charge suddenly stopped, the gray belt around his waist lit up with runes, and there was a thunderclap on the ground, and a wave of lilac magical energy centered on the blasphemer, enveloping a large amount of air and exploding, and the entire courtyard shook ((swing dàng) dàng).

Boom!

The shockwave of the energy burst was as fast as lightning, and it immediately blasted Wilt out of the Wind Walk, and fell to the ground.

"Arcane Explosion!"

Wilt recognized this spell, but he couldn't figure it out, wasn't this blasphemous Iron Guard, why was he able to use magic equipment?

He was stunned for a few seconds by the spell shock ((swing dàng) dàng), and his injuries were even more severe, and when he got up again, he found that the blasphemer had not taken the opportunity to attack him, but was standing in the courtyard and watching.

"What's going on?"

Wilt's mind was in turmoil, and he desperately jumped onto the wall.

Suddenly, a silver sword light lit up in front of him, and the sleeping witcher didn't know when he was standing here.

He subconsciously raised his sword to meet the enemy, but found that the demon hunter was faster than himself, and his swordsmanship was superb, and he pierced his heart with a single sword.

Wilt fell down and lay on the ground looking at the witcher on the heights, his eyes were terrified, and his bloody mouth was weak, and he shouted, "Legendary ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he took his last breath.

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