Xiang Yi's hand gripped the long sword handed over by Ryan heavily, the long sword was as delicate as a work of art, like a feather, and its weight was extremely light.

He tried to swing his sword, and as the blade swung, the blade attached to the natural energy left a pale green trail of magic in the air.

The elf's craftsmanship was extremely perfect, and the sword sense of the long sword gave Xiang Yi a feeling of swinging like an arm.

Just as Xiang Yi carefully looked at the magic runes on the sword body, the vast natural energy on the original sword blade disappeared without a trace.

Xiang Yi looked at Ryan suspiciously, Ryan gracefully took three steps back, pulled out another long sword on his waist, and the energy on the blade also subsided in an instant, and at the same time, the oppressive power on his body also subsided.

Ryan bowed slightly like an elegant nobleman and said, "For the sake of fairness, I have removed the magic on the sword body, so the fight will begin......"

Xiang Yi's eyes changed instantly, and the first strike was the strongest! These are the words handed down by the Chinese ancestors.

The sword shot away like a bright star, and Xiang Yi controlled the sword trajectory to present a straight line.

For a moment, the light of the stars covered the fluorescent rivers and dimmed the fluorescent fruits around them.

Ryan only moved two steps slightly before dodging the star sword.

The direct sword bolt struck the purple jade and gold walls of Astrana behind Ryan, but was blocked by a pale green shield that exuded a natural aura at a distance of the wall.

The second sword started with six sword rays, but this time it was in the shape of a fan.

Ryan smiled toothlessly, blocked the long sword in front of him, and gracefully and tactfully lifted a sword from the bottom to the top, and the natural sword light full of wood spirit collided with the star sword light that spread down in the air.

The seemingly soft natural sword is like a reef in the river, flowing the water on both sides of the river.

The natural sword not only separated the star sword, but also seemed to be a sharp sword going upstream.

"Shield Seal!"

The sword slammed into the energy shield and burst into green light, scattering the sand.

Ryan hooked his palm at Xiang Yi, and this move seemed to be provocative.

Xiang Yi's sword blade slashed at Ryan in the air.

"Soldiers!"

The moment Xiang Yi slashed down with a sword, Lane's originally elegant expression became a little solemn, and he let out a "Oh? ”

Layers of sword gangs burst out from the long sword in Ryan's hand, forming a layer of gang curtains around it, and the energy blades that shattered the void were disintegrated by the gang curtain layer by layer......

"Come again!"

Xiang Yi's figure suddenly disappeared from Ryan's sight.

"Star Shift!"

Xiang Yi, who appeared behind Ryan, used his sword fighting technique to match the sword of the light of the stars, and the sword pierced the curtain around Ryan's body.

Xiang Yi's sword was getting faster and faster, and in an instant, the blows of the storm and the frequent flickering light of the stars were like dazzling stars rising on the horizon!

The curtain shattered, and during this period, Ryan did not turn back, or even dodge, completely allowing Xiang Yi to attack.

Turning around quickly, the rotating figure formed layers of afterimages in Xiang Yi's vision.

The long sword in Lane's hand was like a dexterous coiled snake, and the side of the sword directly hit Xiang Yi's arm holding the sword, and for a moment Xiang Yi felt that his arm was no longer his own.

The long sword in his hand fell off his hand.

Before the sword landed, Ryan tapped a sword on Xiang Yi's jaw, and his other hand reached out to grab the fallen long sword, and the hilt of the fallen sword was instantly inserted back into the scabbard on his waist, his expression still smiling......

"Very good, worthy of being an apprentice disciple of a great warrior, I am very satisfied with your strength, I will personally lead the elf craftsman to reforge the battle sword for you, huh...... And your armor, this dwarven craft is too rough......"

"Whoa... Whoa..."

Ryan put away his long sword, but there was warm applause at one end of the elven bridge, and it turned out that they were all earth humans from the migration team, and the leaders of them were Lu Qingyuan and Liu Wei, who were screaming.

You must know that human beings have been weak for a long time since the end of the world, and Xiang Yi's battle may have been lost, but it proves that human beings are not maggots who have no ability to fight back, but the time given to humans by the end of the world is too short.

Xiang Yi knew that he had lost, and the moment he lost again, Xiang Yi felt that there was an extra layer of vague understanding in his heart.

It was this kind of indescribable enlightenment that allowed Xiang Yi to regain the confidence he had before the broken sword, and even to the next level, and the aura of the sword began to show its edge.

Because of this, Xiang Yi had an inexplicable gratitude to Ryan.

As the supreme commander of the camp, Ryan also arranged special accommodation for Xiang Yi and Steel Axe.

Xiang Yi and the steel axe were picked up by Lu Qingyuan, Liu Wei, Li Changan and others, and the temporary camp of the earth's humans was on the edge of Astrana.

It was a shallow shoal belonging to the Astrana roundabout, and no matter how good Xiang Yi was with them, the elves still couldn't accept the rest of the "maggots" living in the town with them.

The residence of the orcs and Xiang Yi was arranged in the hotel of the elf town, and the identity of the orcs was well accepted by the elves, which was an ancient covenant.

And Xiang Yi was recognized by the elves because of his mentor Bunox's identity.

Zhao Han, who was unconscious, was in the forbidden area of Astrana's elf spring, the silver arrows were identified as poisonous, only the elf spring water could gradually heal her, Xiang Yi was useless even if he was too worried, he couldn't help anything.

At this moment, outside the elf city, Ryan after the battle was still strolling on the path outside the elf bridge.

At this time, Ryan was holding a straw stick in his mouth, humming an elven ballad, and walking leisurely as if he were walking, but suddenly there was a string of footsteps behind him.

Ryan didn't look back, not at all surprised, as if he had known beforehand.

A tall, handsome male elf with neat eight-pack abs emerged from the air, wearing two short swords that radiated black magic fluctuations at either side of his waist.

If there are other elves here at this time, they will definitely recognize it, and there is only one kind of elf with this outfit, the shadow sentinels of Astrana.

The elf who appeared suddenly first performed a gentlemanly courtesy, and then said respectfully.

"Commander, I don't understand, why did you deliberately release water, even if you suppressed your strength to the same level as him, defeating him would be a matter of blink of an eye."

Ryan, who was holding a straw stick, looked at the shadow sentinel's guard captain with contempt.

"That's what it means, let's do our best to help him."

The captain of the sentry guard asked suspiciously.

"Who gave the order?"

Ryan looked at the handsome elf with two short swords at his waist, and still had a smile with a natural affinity on his lips.

"Who do you think is qualified to give such an order?"

The captain of the sentry guard pondered for half a second and then asked in surprise, "What is his relationship with the high priest?" ”

"How can the high priest be familiar with a native, but his mentor, our entire elven clan owes him, if his mentor speaks, even the leader we sleep with all the year round will not refuse, did I bring what I want?"

The handsome elf nodded silently, untied a palm-sized belt from his waist, threw it to Ryan, and gradually disappeared into the air.

Looking at the palm-sized belt, even Ryan couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing.

"The Star Meteorite of the Falling Star Lake, my leader, you really have to pay off this account with a lot of blood in order to tear your face......"

Yang Jingzhong and Zhou Jing frowned, before setting off, there was a migration team of nearly 500,000 people, and it plummeted to 50,000 people only in the Shuanglong Mountain area.

Although the elves sheltered them temporarily, Yang Jingzhong and Zhou Jing, who were soldiers, were still not happy.

It is a naked irony that this land, which once belonged to the country he once loved, now needs to be protected by the "invaders" to breathe.

The elves sheltered but did not provide food, but fortunately there were countless mussels and fish in the tidal flats.

The abundance of water tribes is also enough to feed the refugees and the military, and the food in these magical rivers can help the elementals grow, but more and more people have some pleasures.

Xiang Yi sat on the edge of the river beach, gently peeled off a river mussel with a dagger, made a "pop" sound, and then sucked it into his mouth, the fresh fragrance was even slightly sweet, and turned into a quantum wood spirit in his abdomen to nourish the body's dark wounds.

Falling Feather Moon Creek runs from far to near, running like an agile and elegant leopard.

"Brother Native, Brother Native, your sword servant has healed, the commander wants to invite you over, it's time to start fulfilling the promise made to you."

Xiang Yi jumped up directly from the small bench.

"Zhao Han woke up?"