The last of the sword moves ended in an arc, and at the same time, the knight also completed her moves, which was really troublesome and weird.

The blades of the swords intersected, and for the first time, two legendary weapons worthy of going down in history clashed. Suddenly, in the trembling metal sound wave, a fan-shaped transparent light wave was formed, like a spider's web, and it pounced on Zheng Zhe with teeth and claws. The latter, however, was neither slow nor fast, and several streams of steel pipe-thick water rose up in the sword, like neon ribbons, clouds and smoke in the water, surrounding and lightly penetrating the big net in an instant.

It is unimaginable that the AT force field exerted by the knight's serious attitude will be easily broken. But she will not be embarrassed or annoyed, as a knight, she should give her opponent respect without hesitation, and the best way to express that is to give it your all.

"Okay, well, I haven't had an opponent in a long time."

Mixed with a look of excitement, the broadsword in his hand fell vertically, and the thick and irrefutable king-like aura jumped on the sword, and forcefully cut the water flow that still had the strength to attack after breaking the net.

Because it is carrying the invincible AT force field of the blocker, the trick of the water flow to try to wrap around the knight's body is recognized, but Zheng Zhe is still at ease.

"The bright moon is a song, and the mirror flowers and water moon!"

The sword retreated slightly, slashing out a sword mark, at this moment, a circle of water waves wriggled along the trace, and the ripples rose and fell above half a foot, like a pure and flawless white jade, reflecting the knight's heavily armored figure.

The oncoming ripples swept across the knight's posture, and the knight raised his sword in horror to block, but he made a mistake, strangely, there was no pain, but he really noticed the difference.

In an instant, a wave of sadness inexplicably eroded into the sea of consciousness, as if the ups and downs of this life and the various states of life all came to mind at this moment. Even though she is strong-willed, as long as her five senses are still there, she will not be ruthless, which means that she has seen unbearable and indescribable pain from childhood to adulthood, especially during the period when she was a genetic experiment.

"What a move!"

While feeling the change in mood brought about by the memory buried deep in the sea of consciousness being turned out again, the knight on the other side gave a faint appreciation.

The teacher once bluntly advised her that a knight cannot be without feelings, like her, if she only knows how to kill, but if she has no feelings for all things in nature, she may always stay at the level of a powerhouse equivalent to the nine-layer fighting spirit, and then he is just a qualified killer.

Right now, it seems that the atrium of the heart has been touched, and the belief that has always adhered to "all enemies, kill do not speak", these beliefs are shaking little by little, are they wrong?

No, it can't be.

All enemies should be eliminated, and he is willing to commit himself to joining the Demon Society, which is to appreciate its kind of thinking that regards everything outside of the body as a dog, if not, even if the five "source pillars" who control the real power of the Demon Society personally take action, they may not be able to keep themselves.

However, the life that was once called hellish that emerged from his memories forged his indomitable will and martial arts that dominated the world. But the freedom they lost because of this, their partners, and the most respected teacher, aren't they innocent?

What is the current knight's thoughts, Zheng Zhe has no time to care, the mystery of the sword style is aimed at infusing emotions to interfere with the enemy's thinking, and to induce all kinds of negative emotions buried in the consciousness of the other party with affection, and to reach the extreme, he can fight without blood, and with this move alone, he can destroy the psychological defense line of the creature, and it will collapse at the touch of a button. However, Zheng Philosopher's art is exquisite, but his life experience is not very rich, and there are very few emotional swings that can be triggered.

"The ashes are in ruins, and the water is grateful!"

Therefore, I know that this move is only to delay the situation of the battle, and in order to kill and defeat the enemy, there must be a practical move. Suddenly, around the rotation of the robe, the Shui Yang Sword drew a large circle in the air.

The blade of the sword turned in vain, and the sharp blade flashed with a little fluorescence and pierced directly, and suddenly, from the void swayed a smell like a lily, which was symbolized by the pure flower of Christ, and the smell was strong, like a large net encircling the knight who was still in a daze and fell into memory.

Needless to say, the transparent fluctuations of the force field injection came in an instant, and dozens of transparent petals in the form of water molecules were hidden in it, and as soon as they touched the knight's heavy armor, they immediately showed their fangs, but when they saw that the speed was fierce, they surrounded the knight piecemeal, and the petals flew within a certain range, and they made irregular canine tooth staggered ejections in a narrow range! When he landed, the tough armor was stained with cracks!

The knight's eyes were full of strange petal sword shadows, and every part of his body fell mercilessly against the armor. The trickle of water is good for all things without fighting, but the waves and floods are to destroy the world without leaving any room, the petals composed of these water molecules, all reveal the natural reason, Lilith who created this style back then, is worthy of the title of "Sword Fairy".

After seven seconds, all the petals dissipate. The armor that appeared was damaged, and several places revealed skin that was better than winter snow, at this moment, Zheng Zhe had a bold guess, but it was enough to make people marvel: it was actually a woman!

The discovery of this fact made people stunned for a long time, and judging from the knight's unfailing figure, the heroism did not increase or decrease, and the damage caused to her was insignificant, and the priest knew that she had not even shown half of her strength.

And Li Quail and Kanwolf in the alleyway, they can see it, but their bodies can't catch up with the confrontation between the two. At the same time, I also know that the two of them can't help much.

It must be ashamed that there are people who face off against the Knights of the Arena who are regarded as mythical without any damage, and that just a few minutes ago, the two of them had sworn that they were going to make the Holy See Doglegs suffer a little.

"Alas, it's not okay to be old." Li Quail, who looked serious, sighed inexplicably.

"How about it, should we help, why don't we arrest those two female dolls and make each other throw rat traps?" With a wry smile, it seemed that he was also sighing, but in the end, the wolf had the primary goal of completing the mission of the Demon Society.

Shaking his head, Li Quail closed his eyes and rejected his companion's proposal: "Don't be ashamed, you and I are also seeking a position in the Demon Society, it's not terrible to fail, if we are known to be acting insidiously, our state of mind alone will not be able to pass this level, and then don't think about making a breakthrough in martial arts in the future." ”

"Agreed, now it seems like we'll just have to wait and see what happens." Kanwolf stared at the saber in the priest's hand and said enviously, "That sword is indeed strange, it should be very famous to be able to confront the sword of victory of the oath, but I wonder why I haven't heard of it." ”

In fact, there is another sentence buried in the back that hovers in my mind without saying it: Who is the man named Li Rin, it seems that he has already known the power of this saber for a long time.

Gently swinging his sword to pull out a sword flower, the young priest with the sword was waiting for him, but he was already sweating profusely, and he was overloaded with the "Water Ripple Six Styles", which was undoubtedly a gamble with his life for his current situation. If the magic power of the Glory Spell is exhausted, and the unquenchable fatigue is no longer suppressed, he will be instantly swallowed by the consciousness of the Water Sword, and the sword spirit will not be a good person who is willing to give since ancient times, thinking all the time about how to take the soul of his master and regain his freedom.

In this way, the youngest priest with a knife in history will become a "puppet" creature.

That was undoubtedly too pitiful, Zheng Zhe would not allow such a thing to happen, and he would never want the Shui Yang Sword to be disgraced in his hands. Therefore, the Glory Mantra does not activate it, and it only takes a few seconds to adjust the breath at a rare time, and the fatigue can be recovered, because this Mantra that has been blessed by the Lord is enough to rank among the top three in terms of recovery ability among the many cosmic energies.

"Why don't you use your sword?" Zheng Zhe asked quietly.

Emotions infect the opponent, it sounds lofty, but the effect in actual combat is not obvious, unless it is deliberate, or its own psychological defense line is full of loopholes, and the current knight will not have the trouble of not being firm-willed, obviously belongs to the former.

"Because, I'm thinking about how to thank you."

The answer was ten seconds late, and the knight was still in the memory of the past. As a woman, she is emotionally rich, but she is by no means a masochist, how can she be willing to take out the painful past and cultivate it again.

At best, it was because of the emotion, when she was only left with pure pain, facing all kinds of negative memories, cleansing her mind, and following a breakthrough in her skills, and this is a process that all living beings must go through after reaching the apex of martial arts. Detachment, rebirth, just around the corner, fall, and then come to a standstill, entangled by memory, and become a tool of others.

There is no doubt that the knight did not go crazy when he could answer such a line.

Li Rin has always played the allusion of watching the fire from the other side to the fullest, and he did not block or make a sound, that is because he has tens of thousands of years of memory and the depth that others look forward to, and a pair of discerning eyes have seen through the current battle situation one step ahead of others.

The only surprise is probably that this knight can actually follow the spiritual epiphany at the moment of the battle, this is a very dangerous thing, it will become a madman, the more powerful the person, the more easy the mind is to be manipulated, it's really troublesome, what are the recent middle two knights in their heads?

"It should be that we want to congratulate you, right, you broke through the battle." With a mysterious look, the comfortable man intuitively felt that this knight girl was a little different from before, but no matter what the difference, it would not be good news for them.

"You're smart." The girl plunged her sword into the roof of the building, and the blade of the sword, which had been sharpened with iron and gold, went straight to the concrete surface three inches. Immediately afterward, she removed the headgear that often covered her face with armor.

The long wavy golden hair fell like a waterfall, the face was fair, the eyes were clear and charming, and the whole person would not be more than twenty years old judging by her age.

"My name is Aliti, the first knight of the Demon Society's subordinate arena." Ran Ran's tone, as if he was reading something inconsequential, turned towards Zheng Zhe and said, "Your sword moves, if you are a woman, may make me feel jealous." But since it's not, I'm not afraid. ”

Continued: "Therefore, let go of unnecessary resistance. I will not embarrass you as a token of gratitude for your soul. ”