Father An, who witnessed Demi's death, had already realized that the guy in front of him was not much easier to deal with than Demi himself after the other party said such things.

After all, in the state of sneak attack, he took Demi's life with a single sword.

Of course, that doesn't mean you can't fight with it.

"What should I call you?"

Father Ann politely asked the first question to the scar man.

"Salutation? That's all right, and I'm not here to introduce myself to you anyway.

You should be able to understand what I mean. ”

The scarred man's hand with the knife was slightly raised at an angle, and the broad and flat tip of the knife was aimed at Father An.

"I couldn't know better."

Father An nodded knowingly, and motioned to Shengjia beside him to avoid it first.

The latter, though somewhat reluctant, acquiesced to his request.

As a result, the 'two to one' that could have happened was made into a '1v1' by Father Ann himself.

For the 'self-confidence' of the priest, Yu Siqi, who has been observing the battle situation, is still a little bit puzzled.

After a period of rest, Yu Siqi's physical strength has recovered a lot. The body is not in a state of being completely hollowed out as before.

These are all excellent phenomena for him.

Although Fell had made more than one 'so-called' compliment to his ability to recover, he was soon interrupted by William in the same way.

"You should have told us ahead of time about the side effects of that thing. Instead of touting his abilities with your lame rhetoric until now. You should know that he was almost killed by you! ”

The reason why William will take the lead in place of Yu Siqi is probably because he can't find any other 'suitable' reason to argue with Fair. Therefore, for his 'enthusiasm', Yu Siqi himself does not particularly agree.

"Isn't he okay now?

You won't forget how dangerous the situation was for us, right?

If it weren't for the flowers I gave him, do you think we would be able to talk here leisurely?

Use your brain and think about it. It won't take much of your time. ”

Fell was probably finally a little impatient by William's approach, and he threw a tantrum at the other party.

Maybe his anger is a little too big, so big that even Wan Jie is a little unacceptable. Or maybe they simply feel that it's time to put an end to that stupid argument between them.

Anyway, she spoke, her tone full of intent to end the conversation.

"First of all, I want to say that William, until the parties have made any protest remarks, I advise you to stop some. It's not your business, you're just a 'vested interest' like me. I don't have the right to judge what happened. ”

Wan Jie's words directly made William unhappy, and the latter rose directly into the air angrily, looked at her without saying anything, and floated away.

"It's still the tax collector who is so powerful, and in a few words he solved this irritating spirit for me. To be honest, I can't cope with this type of existence."

Fell, who watched William leave, not only did not show a trace of retention, but gloated and said cool words. It's a pity that he didn't wait for him to finish filming the sycophant, and Wan Jie's second paragraph also came out, "Secondly, it's your own business." I don't know who gave you the courage, but there is no doubt that you did do a lot of interesting calculations with this 'hard-won courage'.

For example, do you really think I won't be able to see that this is all arranged by you?

For example, don't you really realize that my calculations have long been seen through by me?

It's not your fault that you're 'self-righteous', but in the process of 'self-righteousness', you still look down on people incidentally, that's your own problem. ”

"Can't this be hidden?"

In the face of Wan Jie's questioning, Fair did not flinch, he calmly looked at the two faces staring at him, and said.

"What do you think?"

Wan Jie was waiting for an answer.

"Well, it seems like I'm back to the old situation where I can't fool around anymore if I don't say something. But before I give a formal explanation, I hope to put this topic on hold for a moment. Let's focus on cheering for the priest first, shall we? ”

Phil pointed to the intense fight scenes and said, "Honestly, I really don't want to miss the exciting fight scenes." ”

Following Fell's fingers, Yu Siqi saw Father An, who had already fought the scar man to a hot point, waving his scepter.

To be honest, although the movements of the two are not very fast, they are unusually smooth. In the collision of blades, they have always maintained a comfortable posture.

"Rejoice! It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure! ”

Scar Man laughed heartily, his expression indicating that he was enjoying the fight. This is obviously a 'special reaction' that can only be produced by people who are frequently in the middle of battlefield fighting.

"You're lost."

With a little force, Father Ann bounced off the blade that the other party had swept over.

"Lost? You're really good at talking. I'm just instinctive. ”

After being bounced away, the scar man directly raised his hand high and slashed at Father An.

Although the heavy swing of the broadsword did not immediately make a wide opening in Father An's body as Scar Man had expected, the latter was forced to use the scepter to block the fall of the blade.

For a while, the two of them directly switched from the use of skills to the moment of competing strength.

The two sides mustered their own dark energy, just to take the lead in this competition.

Finally, Father Ann seemed to be slightly superior to the other in strength. As the scepter lifted upwards little by little, Scar Man realized that he did seem to be slightly inferior in terms of strength.

In desperation, he had no choice but to adopt another backup plan.

While Father An was still competing with himself for strength, he had already realized that he was not defeated by the scarred man, and decided to withdraw from this 'brute force trial' ahead of schedule.

The wrist was flexibly flipped dozens of degrees, and the blade that had been withdrawn in advance penetrated directly between the gaps in the scepter that had not yet returned to its place. The tip of the knife, which looked like a swimming dragon, almost touched Father An's throat.

Everything was as he expected.

He had even begun to imagine in his mind images of the priest's blood gushing out of his fragile veins.

It's so beautiful, and it's so intoxicating.

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