When the bloody aura appeared, the Dark Slave appeared at Frell III's side to protect him, and at the same time appeared a sword-wielding man. The man was thin and weak, and the sword in his hand was also slender and long, and the whole person gave people the feeling that it was like a willow in the wind, and its shape was unpredictable. This person is none other than the leader of the Royal Legion, the guardian of the kingdom, the sword god of the wind, Mubot, the elder brother of the previous king.

When the man first appeared, Freire III was ready to salute him, but he refused. Mu Bot looked at the Great Prince's line with an indifferent face, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void to see the Great Prince's people thousands of kilometers away. With the appearance of Mubot, Smith also turned his eyes to him, and he still knew about this sword god who had guarded the royal family for hundreds of years.

Mubot said lightly: "Smith, stop it, I can spare your life!" ”

"Spare my life?"

Smith looked at him with disdain on his face and sneered: "It is not certain who will let whom!" You'd better solve the problem at hand first! ”

Saying that, Smith's fighting spirit soared, and the rich bloody aura turned half of the sky into blood red, and under the influence of this bloody aura, those soldiers all lost their minds and kept fighting. And as soldiers continued to die, the bloody atmosphere on the battlefield became heavier, and Smith's momentum grew.

Lin Han also felt this change, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, this Smith's technique was very evil, and he actually relied on the bloody qi of death to cultivate, which made Lin Han's heart even more firm.

Mubot apparently noticed this, and saw his long sword raised into the sky and roared angrily:

"The wind is coming!"

Suddenly, the surrounding wind elements gathered wildly, forming a strong storm that blew towards Smith, and all the bloody qi along the way was blown away, and without the influence of the bloody qi, those soldiers gradually recovered their minds.

Smith looked at the approaching storm, but his face was full of disdain, and his right hand was gently stretched out, and a little blood shot out.

"Whew!"

A tearing sound sounded as the cloth pierced, and the bloody light pierced the storm and shot directly at Mubot. Where the blood light passed, everyone within a few meters of Friday turned into skeletons, and all the blood and qi were sucked dry.

Mubot couldn't help but feel a palpitation when he looked at the blood light that shot at him, and he didn't have the confidence to take it completely. But if he dodges it, then those who are behind him will surely die, and among them there is the current king. Freire III is the most illustrious king of the Roman royal family for a millennium, and he cannot fall here!

Mubot made up his mind and decided to take it hard. I saw that his muscles were bulging, the green tendons on him were jumping, and the endless wind element surrounded him. The long sword in his hand exuded a magical rhythm that seemed to be in harmony with heaven and earth.

"When heaven and earth were first born, there were six elements, light, darkness, earth, water, fire, and wind. If the earth sinks heavily below, it is the earth, if the water flows on the ground, it is the water, and if the fire burns all things, it is separated; At twenty-four o'clock, the light is the day, and the darkness is the night. There are things that flow invisibly in the heavens and the earth, in an instant, day and night, for the wind! ”

The chant that came from the past resounded through the heavens and the earth, and with the chanting sound, the wind elemental law in the void was magnificent, and the power of the endless law was injected into Mubot's body, making him greatly strengthened.

"If the wind is invisible, nothing will be broken!"

Mubot let out a roar, and the sword in his hand seemed to disappear, and then his empty hands swung down.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion sounded, and the surrounding soldiers fell down one after another, and a trace of blood spilled from their ears, all of them were shocked to death by the sound.

"Poof~"

Mubot opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell backwards. Freire III hurriedly supported him, only to see that Mubot was trembling all over, and his hands were twisted unnaturally, apparently broken. Seeing his tragic condition, Freer III could not help but feel a pang of grief in his heart, and cried out in grief:

"Grandpa, you have to hold on, I'll find someone to help you heal!"

"It's fine." Mubot said weakly:

"Smith has grown a lot and I'm no match for him. You have to remember that if you can't stop him later, you will run to the civilian area of the West End, there is an alley at the junction of the snack street and the jewelry street in the West End, and there is someone there who can save you! ”

Freir III just wanted to ask something, but Mubot shook his head and motioned for her not to ask, and then went directly into the state of cultivation and slowly recovered from the injuries on his body.

Freir III turned his head to look at Lin Han, his eyes flowing with a thick color of pleading. Lin Han was looked at by an old man with this kind of look, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, but he still endured it for the sake of the task. He walked up to Mubot, and with a wave of his staff, a holy light fell on him, and in an instant, his severed arm was gone, but the internal injuries in his body were not so easy to heal.

When Freer III saw that Mubot's severed limb had healed, and that his face had changed from pale to ruddy, he was immediately relieved. He walked to the palace wall under the protection of the dark slave and shouted in the direction of the eldest prince:

"Smith, as a sword god, you actually practiced the evil technique of the Blood Killing Sutra, so you are not afraid of heaven's punishment?"

Hearing the words of the Blood Killing True Scripture, the soldiers who were still fighting suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the Great Prince. Even the Grand Prince's subordinates looked at each other, and then looked at Smith together.

Smith looked at the Grand Prince's subordinates, and the bloodthirsty eyes frightened those people into bowing their heads, and they didn't even dare to breathe. Smith smiled with satisfaction, and sealed the wound on his right hand with a fighting spirit, and then the whole person slowly floated up, and stopped when it flew to a height of more than ten meters.

Suspended in mid-air, Smith looked at Freer III and said arrogantly: "Damnation? Hahahaha, I haven't believed in damnation since I killed the first person! Lao Tzu has killed so many people, isn't he still alive and well? ”

Freire III clenched his hands into fists, a trace of blood flowing from his palms, and scolded loudly: "You mad man! At the beginning of the Pamir War, you killed 100,000 prisoners, and you said that it was to prevent these prisoners from rioting, but now it seems that you deliberately killed 100,000 prisoners in order to cultivate the "Blood Killing Sutra"! ”

Smith said disapprehantly:

"What's going on, they're all invading enemies anyway, and each of them has blood on their hands, and I should kill them!"

"What was the battle of Tarot Fortress back then? All the soldiers and enemies were reduced to skeletons and lost their whole body energy! You don't even spare your own men, kill them all! ”

"It is their honor to show their humble lives for the sake of my success!"

Smith smiled bloodthirstily, his eyes full of madness, as if he were crazy.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream came from the place where the eldest prince walked, followed by a cacophony of shouts and curses.

"There are assassins, catch them!"

When Smith heard this scream, he immediately said that it was not good, and hurriedly rushed back.