Among those lords, the youngest was Milser, less than thirty years old, and the oldest was almost seventy.

I scoffed and snorted through my nose: "So old, how many years can you be a duke?" ”

Norman said, "Duke Longinus, how about you give an example first?" ”

My face changed color, and I immediately laughed and said, "How can the referee come down himself?" I'm not a fame seeker. ”

In fact, I felt annoyed in my heart—I had proven myself time and time again, even if I trusted in the saints and in Belial, could not these people believe in me with all their hearts? Even if I am a liar, I am a very sincere liar, why should they not be moved?

But invincibility is an eternal legend that will be challenged again and again before I am defeated.

Invincible, invincible how hard it is.

The first was a strong man, about fifty years old, probably called Yohong, but Neff's accent was not standard, I always thought it was John, he put on his iron armor, screamed and rushed forward, and it took him eighteen seconds to cross the finish line.

Neff said: "It's a pity, please keep up the good work. ”

I don't know if John or Yohon said angrily: "I am not known for my speed, on the battlefield, my sword is sharp, and my armor is indestructible. ”

Neff said: "All projects must meet the standards, otherwise how can you become a Nine Hermits? ”

John or Johon said, "It's nitpicking!" My sword can cut through the mountains, crack the banks of the rivers, if only because I'm clumsy...."

Neff replied slowly, "Your mind blade can't even lift your own fat, save some time, we don't have a whole day." ”

Johon cried out, "How can I, as an earl, be so neglected? I have served under Duke Dunn for many years, and how can I suffer such injustice for nothing? ”

Neff summons the puppet, and the puppet blasts Yohon out of sight with a single punch. Neff replied, "Unfortunately, your defenses are not good enough. ”

There were three runways, and on my side, the man was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, he was strong, with long thin cheeks, and a trivial beard, and I knew by looking at him that he was a man of many battles, and that killing had become a habit for him, and that he would not hesitate to use any means to kill any enemy in order to survive.

Sometimes, in order to hide his whereabouts, the soldier had to kill the child he met by chance, and this man's eyes made me think that he did such a thing.

His name was Aardman, and he was none other than Count Aardman, the Divine Arrow.

He smiled and said, "Duke." ”

I couldn't afford to lose to him in momentum, so I smiled calmly and nodded, "Count." ”

Aardman smiled again, "I have long admired the Daimyo." ”

I put on a charming, mysterious, smiling, moving, even angel-devil smile, a smile that I had carefully practiced and would only use when confronted with inadequate fools who tried to overwhelm me in magnanimity.

With this smile, I was able to steal anyone's C spot in a group photo and wipe out that person's arrogance.

I use this smile, and in the next second, I will say the words "each other", which will be the way of the other, and the stunt of the other body will be ruthlessly crushed, which will make this pretent no longer dare to get an axe.

I couldn't say anything because the expression stiffened the muscles in my face, and I couldn't say a word.

Aardman nodded to me and walked past me.

This man is really unpredictable, indescribable, he just by a smile, a few words, I am in a predicament, he is so terrible, terrible that even my god of war, Longinus, feel cold....

Green Veil said through the mad web, "Isn't it because you're so idiotic? ”

The guys in the crazy net really don't have a good thing, but how high can you expect them to be emotionally intelligent from a group of crazy people?

He dodged past and took only five seconds to sprint to the 100 meters. He shook his head at the finish line, stretched his muscles, and smiled, "It's really tiring." ”

No, I want to win, I want to completely overwhelm this protagonist in the legendary story of the Sword and Shield Society in front of everyone's attention, so that they can understand that the Black Coffin Sword Saint is stronger than the hero of the Sword and Shield Society.

I'm sorry, I won today.

With a wave of my hand, I signaled a pause in censorship, and then I walked to the starting line with a leisurely pace like a laid-back old man fishing in the river, or an innocent girl picking mushrooms in the jungle.

Almost everyone in the audience held their breath, and those who were about to start stopped and stared intently, while Neff and Norman had no objections, and they themselves were not exempt.

I don't want to summon saints for this little thing, but my own skill in the mind is no longer what it used to be, and with the rapids, this hundred meters is as easy to me as ten meters, and I can cross this distance in three seconds, as easily as a small cookie in breakfast....

Suddenly, I realized how challenging it was.

I have to show that the weight lifting is light, effortless, I can't show the slightest winning**, this move is like a few steps of dance that is easy to come to, natural, so that the realm is revealed.

Yes, in the territory of the Sword and Shield Society, my every move is related to the black coffin, the overall situation, the tree lives a skin, and the person lives a breath, although this matter is not difficult, but I still can't ignore it.

I heard someone say, "The Black Coffin Sword Saint is so solemn, I've been preparing for so long." ”

I changed color, laughed briefly, and said, "Where, where, I tried my hand at all." ”

After years of cultivation, I will not show any warning when I use the torrent, and even the master of the Nian Blade will not know that I have used the advanced Nian Blade.

I couldn't yell or even breathe, and all of a sudden, I moved, and the torrent surged, circulating all over my body, turning into a vague afterimage.

I crossed the white rice line, and the timer was realistic 2.5 seconds.

I closed my eyes and almost smiled, but I held back, and my face was as calm as a prince who had just gotten up from his concubine.

I sighed, "Alas, regression. ”

The people let out exclamations, I bathed in them, but put on a hypocritical, indifferent mask, mortals, do you think I am as vain as you are? No, even if I'm vain, I won't show it.

Aardman said, "So Your Excellency also mastered the rapids? ”

I said, "Riptide? Hmph, what's that? Suddenly, I couldn't help but cough.

Cough, how can I cough? The atmosphere I worked so hard to create was greatly reduced because of this cough, why is this happening? Why is God so unfair to me?

I coughed a few more times, and spat on the ground a mouthful of thick phlegm that had been prepared, and because of the ancient light, it looked red at an angle, like blood.

A group of bastard fools said, "Look, the Black Coffin Sword Saint vomited blood for victory!" ”

I couldn't resist drawing the sword in its scabbard, only to find that I had forgotten it. I want to explain to people that it's just my normal phlegm, but who should I explain it to?

I knew that the bad habit of spitting would one day lead to bad consequences, and it was so sad, how sad the world was.

While I was feeling sorry for myself, the people around me didn't seem to notice, the game went on, and the Aardman didn't know where to go.