The oil lamps flickered, and the room was dark.

Barlow woke up and moved his somewhat sour arm. When he realized that he had just fallen asleep, he smiled helplessly. It seems that the apprentices have done a good job in the past two years, and they have been a little pampered, and they have not done it for a long time, and this afternoon they just felt a little tired after forging the fourth floor, which is not good.

"Long time no see."

Rumble!

Barlow jumped up instantly, tensed his muscles, clenched his fists, and reacted as fast as a cheetah, just like before. He was now facing the direction from which the sound came, a corner of the room where the light of the oil lamp could not shine. A palpitating force gathered between his fists, filling the room in the blink of an eye, but it did not spill out at all, and the room was so depressed that it seemed like the next moment was a storm and thunder.

"Who?" The voice is low and fierce, like a beast that chooses to devour people.

The answer to him was a dark blue, lightning magic!

Barlow didn't dodge, although the lightning technique is not a profound technique, but it is extremely fast, and it is difficult to avoid without preparing in advance. The fists struck, and a circle of visible ripples spread out around him.

Rampage! Assault!

Just the moment he saw the blue arc, Barlow released two skills in succession. He instantly burst to the edge of the wall, where a one-handed sword dangled. When he reached the sword hanging on the wall, lightning fell on him.

Pain! Paralysis!

Two intense feelings intertwined, making Barlow wakefully aware that this was not a dream.

Using the body to sense the strength of the opponent is a common way for mature fighters. Barlow's eyes froze, and the paralyzing sensation was so strong that he even lost control of his body in a very short moment. Such an effect can be achieved with a simple spell, and the strength of the enemy is not simple.

It's been a long time since I've fought against someone, it's really exciting to think about!

Three slashes! Carrying the paralysis of his body, Barlow swung his sword decisively, just like eating and drinking, and practiced the technique countless times, and his body reacted faster than his thoughts.

Barlow slammed his sword into that corner, finally seeing his opponent. It doesn't look very large, his whole body is shrouded in a black robe, his hood is pulled so low that he can barely see his chin, and he has a gray beard, like a typical mage. The corners of his mouth chuckled, with a bloodthirsty glow. When did a mage dare to break into the range of a warrior's attack alone and play hand-to-hand combat? This is a provocation, a naked provocation!

"Khooth!"

The long sword did not slash at the enemy's body, but slashed at the transparent film of light, and there was no fire splashing, but it was like a drop of water falling into the calm lake, stirring up layers of waves.

Magic Shield! Barlow didn't even notice the enemy's spell casting, his heart was cold, and he had met a real master.

Sword after sword, sword after sword, without the slightest gap, Barlow slashed like a storm, each time it seemed as if the next sword would break through the seemingly weak magic shield, making the arrogant mage pay the price of contempt for the warrior, but it still stubbornly held on.

"Damn! What the fuck is this bullshit magic shield, no, the time for the fury is almost over! Barlow was secretly anxious.

He kept moving, but his mind was racing in the light of lightning. Although no one has hurt anyone now, the price of the rage is a brief state of exhaustion, and the time is almost up.

Barlow secretly accumulated, silently counting in his heart.

Now is the time!

"Drink!" With a loud shout, Barlow suddenly held the sword in both hands, jumped up and fell quickly, and slashed with all his strength.

Critical Blow!

The magic shield shook violently, but it still didn't break.

Unable to strike, Barlow quickly took a few steps back, and at the same time reversed his sword, not slashing at his opponent, but into the ground, and the blade easily broke through the thick green brick and stood in front of him.

Impregnable! Man of Steel!

Two high-level defensive skills, completed almost at the same time. If there is a senior heavy shield warrior here, it will definitely be too frightened, when will the copper wall not need to use a shield, only a long sword can be used? It's unheard of!

Barlow is not a berserker who specializes in combat, he is familiar with both combat and defense, and is truly both offensive and defensive.

The next moment, a strong feeling of weakness hit my heart, which was the price of rage. Barlow supported his body with his sword, motionless, not daring to relax in the slightest. Using the Body of Steel to spend time under weakness is not foolproof, as it is not a true absolute defense, as long as he makes a slight move, it will end this state, as far as he knows, there are several ways to break through this defense, but this is the best option he can do at the moment.

"Hopefully, the walls can buy a little time." Barlow thought silently.

"Faster, faster!" Barlow thought silently, the feeling of weakness was gradually disappearing, but there were still a few seconds left.

The mage in the darkness didn't make any moves, he didn't move, just like Barlow, as if he didn't realize the weakness of his opponent and didn't seize this obvious opportunity to fight back. Since he was not attacked, the magic shield in front of him began to loom.

Time passed, the effects of the Man of Steel were coming to an end, and Barlow was once again gathering strength. Maybe it's because of the relationship that he just slept in, and he is in good spirits. Don't look at the attack he just had just been so violent, but it didn't consume any physical strength. In fact, it wasn't even a warm-up compared to the training he had received before. He is a warrior who combines offense and defense, with rough skin and thick meat, and he can afford to spend it.

"I haven't seen you for more than 30 years, my vigilance is low, but I haven't lost my kung fu." Just as Barlow was about to strike again in close quarters, the mage's voice rang out.

"Who are you!" Barlow naturally will not let his guard down because of a word, and is always ready to fight again.

"Stinky boy, my voice, unrecognizable?" The figure slowly came out of the darkness, took off the hood that almost covered his face, and revealed a weather-beaten face, the traces of time easily carved on his face, some messy beard, long hair tied haphazardly, and it looked like a young old man in good spirits. But people who meet him for the first time don't care about that. What a pair of eyes! Void, deep, vague, distant, like the stars in the depths of the night sky.

Barlow's brow furrowed, his sword raised, and he watched the man step by step out of the darkness, and by the light of the oil lamp, he could barely see the other man's figure, and then he saw his eyes.

"You're a master?" Barlow's voice trembled inexplicably, and he asked uncertainly.

The old man slowly raised his left arm, revealing his left hand, as well as a quaint silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand, engraved with a tree-shaped pattern.

"Sir, you are really Lord Vane!" Barlow hurriedly withdrew his sword from the old man, the candlelight flickered, and the room returned to calm. He opened his arms and rushed to his master, as if to give him a bear hug, but when he got to the front, he found that such a move did not match his identity, so he stopped in front of him so stiffly, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

The corners of Vane's mouth quietly curved an arc, he took half a step forward and gently hugged the majestic middle-aged man, "Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for so many years, it's been a lifetime."

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