"Surrender obediently, I will spare your life. ”

The masked man floated over the pavement ten paces away from Lawson and said in a cold voice.

"Less nonsense, death to those who stand in my way!"

Lawson knew that he couldn't stop now, the opponent was a magician, and only close quarters had a chance, and behind him, his men were being picked up by the other party one by one, once all his subordinates were eliminated, the opponent would pour out his hand to unite against him, and then he would have no chance, so he raised his fighting spirit to the extreme, shouted loudly, and rushed forward, while the long sword popped out of the sheath and turned into a brilliant rainbow, shooting towards the masked man floating in mid-air.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The masked man sneered, stretched out his hand and pointed at Lawson, and ripples seemed to appear in the air, centered on the masked fingers, gradually spreading outward.

The ripple seemed to be an invisible body, but when Lawson's long sword came into contact, he realized that he was wrong, the ripple was actually a layer of water shield, each layer formed a strong resistance to his long sword, and it was bound to completely dissolve its power before the long sword stabbed the opponent.

There is such an evil magician who can cast spells so smoothly without reciting magic spells, and this way of casting spells is even more unheard of.

"Phew!"

Lawson's tongue burst into thunder and he let out a loud cry, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the full potential in his body was activated, and the yellow fighting qi erupted along the long sword like a volcanic eruption. He had no way out, and he had to break through the barrier of the magician in front of him to have the possibility of escaping.

"Bang!"

Under the strong pressure of the fighting spirit, one after another water shields burst, and the moving shield centered on the fingers that spread outward immediately began to collapse from the outside to the inside, turning into water droplets in the sky.

Seeing this, the black-robed man gave up his original defensive magic, and his body flew backwards, and at the same time, he flipped his palm and grabbed a few drops of water that flew in front of him, and with a flick of his fingers, the water droplets had turned into blue ice crystals and flew out of his palm, directly hitting the long sword that stabbed in front of him with a dazzling yellow light. The blue ice crystals flashed and quickly disappeared. But the black-robed man didn't stop there, his slender fingers flicked again and again like a harp, and the faster he played, and with each flick, more ice crystals flew out of his palm, one two, three of them, hitting the long sword as before, but they were all swallowed up by the fighting energy on the long sword.

But strange to say, as the number of collisions between the blue ice crystals and the long sword increased, the fighting qi on the surface of the long sword was rapidly weakening, just like a flame doused with cold water, and soon the fighting qi had been completely extinguished, but the ice crystals did not stop.

"Smack!"

When the sword stabbed less than two steps away from the masked man, the last ice crystal flew out, and this time it slammed directly into the sword, shattering the ice crystal, and immediately turning into a layer of hoarfrost and extending along the blade.

The black-robed man in front of him was definitely not Emaar, who didn't know water magic, and even if he did, he would never be able to perform such a miraculous magic skill. Lawson's face finally changed greatly, the opponent first used a water shield to reduce the speed of his attack, and then used this ice crystal containing extreme cold to break his fighting qi, and now this cold has even invaded his body along the sword body, making him, a high-level swordsman, take advantage of the slightest advantage in hand-to-hand combat, and all these opponents are as easy as playing chess.

"Get out of the way!"

Lawson changed his tactics, he shouted violently, and the whole person had turned into a yellow whirlwind full of fighting spirit, rolling up the dust and dust in the sky and rushing towards the black-robed man, bound to break through the black-robed man's interception.

In the face of Lawson's full blow, the black-robed man had to choose to avoid his edge, and flew into the air again, and then he finally opened his mouth to recite the magic spell, and as the spell progressed, a whirlwind suddenly appeared on the flat ground, and the whirlwind centered on Lawson's body, and rotated in the same direction as Lawson.

Lawson was overjoyed to see that his opponent was forced back by his full force and got out of the way, and he was ready to rush out in one go, as long as he could enter the woods on the other side of the road, his hope of escape would be greatly increased. However, Lawson immediately noticed that something was wrong, he wanted to stop spinning his body, but he couldn't stop at all, his body was out of his control, and was driven by the whirlwind around him to spin together.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Lawson was completely stunned by his opponent's spell casting skills, if he was in a static state, this whirlwind might not be able to help him, but he had just rotated with his opponent, and now it was difficult to stop, not only was it difficult but also it was getting faster and faster, making him dizzy.

Just as Lawson was dazed and about to vomit out all the night's meal, the whirlwind began to slow down, and slowly stopped, he staggered to his feet, trying to reorient himself, but heard a "click" of thunder in mid-air, and a thunderbolt of lightning fell from the sky, right above his head.

The feeling of dizziness disappeared, and Lawson's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground and fainted. I don't know how long it took for him to wake up. Although his brain was still a little groggy because of the lightning strike, he quickly realized the danger he was in, quickly opened his eyes, and found that he was tied to a pillar with a leather rope, although the strength of the leather rope is very high, but as long as he carries his fighting spirit, it should not be difficult to break free, which makes him feel a little relieved, it seems that the enemy is not strict with his guard, and he still has a chance to escape.

It was a long-abandoned wooden house, with dust on the floor, black objects on the walls, as if dried blood, and a faint fishy smell in the air, as if corpses had been stored long ago, and the smell gave Lawson a sense of foreboding, as if he himself had become prey to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

The windows were even more shattered, and a gust of wind blew in from outside, making Lawson feel cold. Only then did he realize that he had been drenched from head to toe with cold water, and the drops of water were still dripping from his body, and at this moment there was a masked man standing in the doorway not far from him, carrying an empty bucket in his hand, apparently he had just been woken up by the masked man splashing cold water.

"Second leader, he's awake. ”

The masked man saw Lawson open his eyes and look around, and immediately shouted outside, followed by footsteps outside, a masked man in a black robe walked in first, followed by several people, looking at their clothes and the blades they carried, Lawson recognized that these were the people who attacked him before he fell unconscious, especially the leading magician, who easily captured himself by himself.

"Who are you?"

Lawson asked first, although he couldn't see the masked man's expression, but he could feel that all the masked people were looking at him with a vicious gaze when they came in, and that gaze was full of endless hatred, as if hatred could not eat him alive, drink blood and eat flesh, and give him a chilling feeling.

"You are so bold that you dare to attack and kidnap the people of the church, are you not afraid that the Holy See will raid your family and exterminate your family?"

Lawson shouted boldly, although he knew better than anyone else that the Bols Horse Bandit was an adversary of the Holy See, and he didn't care about his threat at all.