Royal Annex, in the reception hall.

Jester stood quietly, unmoved.

Behind him, Nero and Collinder had messy hair and pale faces, as if they had just gone through a big battle.

Hult played with the staff in his hand leisurely, his face unusually relaxed.

He raised an eyebrow at Jester and said in a very casual tone,

"Jester, you're really not going to make a move?"

Jester looked at the smug Hult lightly and shook his head slowly.

"I won't do anything that doesn't have to happen. ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Hult's eyes widened slightly, and he asked with a little curiosity,

"Nothing?"

A smile lifted up at the corner of his mouth, and he said leisurely,

"With your character, I thought you would be like these two stunned young men, desperate to protect that waste. ”

"I didn't bother to protect that guy!"

Before Jester could speak, Nero, whose cheeks were slightly bruised, spoke,

"I just can't get used to the way you guys pretend to be forced. ”

Looking at the angry Nero, Hott raised his eyebrows with a slight interest.

"Oh?"

He smiled faintly, and then said,

"I see, I thought you two guys were defending your so-called creed. ”

"We have a creed behind the scenes. ”

Collinde, who was on the side, opened his mouth slightly, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"But we don't think that guy deserves to be obeyed. ”

The tone of resentment, the same angry eyes as Nero's.

It seems that Collinder also has a lot of resentment towards his deacon.

After all, that guy was dealing with five seventh-order junior guys, and the two of them had to face eight masters with higher strength.

In their opinion, everyone present should go after Li Yanbei, because this is a match in strength.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Hult shrugged his shoulders.

He tilted his head, and then said indifferently,

"Although we are not the same organization, we are both believers in the Dark God, and I feel compelled to have my subordinates teach you how to protect the organization's creed. ”

With that, Hult waved his hand. And the eight masters of the Black Alliance behind him sneered, and it seemed that they were going to teach Nero and Collinder a lesson again.

"Hey. ”

Seeing the appearance of several people, Jester pursed his lips.

"It's time for you to go. ”

Hearing this, Hult was slightly stunned.

"Let's go?"

Jester nodded.

"Of course. ”

With a sigh of relief, Jester said slowly,

"Fight and fight, His Highness Roy has also been calculated by the killing moves you have laid out, and the time limit for interfering with the crystal is almost up, why don't you leave and stay here? Waiting for those old monsters of the Holy Light Church to come out and find trouble?"

Tilting his head, Hortes said with a smile,

"So, I won this game?"

Jester kept his mouth shut, refusing to answer his question.

And when Hult saw Jester behaving like this, he only felt a smile in his heart.

Starting from his classmates, all the way to the Black League and the Dark Curtain, he has never won against Jester, and today's victory really made him happy.

"Alright, Jester. ”

With a flash of light in his hand, Hort put away his wand.

"I'm always waiting for you to come and move back to the game, if you can do it. ”

The smile on his face grew more and more smug, and he continued,

"I'm not going to give you this chance, though, because I'm not stupid enough to take on the task of protecting such a waste. ”

Very politely bowed, Hult looked very gentlemanly.

Jester also replied politely, looking very atmospheric.

However, Nero and Collinder did not have such a good temper, after all, these two guys also suffered.

"Goodbye. ”

Hott straightened up and smiled,

"My dear Grand Wizard of Kilrog. ”

"Goodbye. ”

Jester nodded.

"I wish you a smooth journey. ”

Hult waved his hand, then turned and walked out of the living room.

And his subordinates also walked out of the living room together.

Jester watched his back gradually disappear, but the corners of his mouth flashed with an imperceptible curvature.

At this moment, he is in an unusually comfortable mood.

"You won?"

"Are you sure?

"Hehe......"

......

A touch of blood flowers adds a bit of poignancy to this extremely beautiful night.

Li Yanbei stood under the bright moon, and lightly shook off the blood stains on the blade.

Under the glow of the moonlight, the four seventh-order masters of the Black Alliance couldn't see his face clearly.

But the two glowing eyes under the shadow made them feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Seventh-order master, a sword.

There was no power to fight back, just a sword.

This sword is as fast as lightning, and this sword is as swift as thunder.

The four of them couldn't imagine anyone in this world who could have such a fast sword, because they had never seen such a sword technique.

The man who had just spoken had no movement at all at this moment.

He stared blankly at Li Yanbei under the blood moon, his mouth opening wide in horror.

Death.

Despair.

At this moment, in this dark forest, the smell of death is filled.

The four seventh-order powerhouses of the Black Alliance looked at Li Yanbei in front of him like a god of death in a daze, and the hope of survival in his heart was crumbling little by little.

They seemed to have sensed that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already on their necks.

Wish?

Where is the hope?

No.

There was no hope.

After countless bloody battles, they could not see the slightest hope of escaping.

The long sword, which was still dripping with blood, reflected a faint streamer under the moonlit night. This is not dazzling brilliance, it seems to block the continuation of their lives.

There is no need for a reason at all, and there is no need for an explanation at all.

The four of them knew very well that all the killing moves and escape skills they had mastered were like jokes in front of this killing god.

Run away?

Where to run?

There is nowhere to run!

The whole forest is like a purgatory of death.

There is no escape.

The feeling of depression and suffocation has always haunted their hearts. Feeling the breath of hell, their faces were like ashes.

"Alright. ”

Li Yanbei spoke slowly, his tone unusually indifferent.

"I don't have time to play with you anymore. ”

Raising his sword, Li Yanbei looked at the void Haoyue.

The silver glow sprinkled on his pale cheeks, and the loneliness on his face could be seen.

"I will never let go of those who draw a knife against me. ”

Shaking his head slowly, Li Yanbei looked at the four members of the Black Alliance opposite.

"It doesn't matter who my opponent is. ”

The eyes that exuded essence light gave people a sense of oppression like a demon, which also made the only four remaining masters of the Black Alliance completely lose their fighting spirit.

Li Yanbei is not an indecisive person, and he will never show mercy to his enemies.

The bright moon in the void was half-covered by a few wisps of night clouds, and the calculation time was about the same.

Li Yanbei turned his gaze and looked straight at the four people who were facing him.

Shout......

A sound of wind breaking through the air passed, and then silence returned to the field.

A few dead leaves on the branches slowly fell, and a few squirrels stood on the branches at some point.

The little ones looked at the figures of several people in the clearing, their eyes full of doubt.

They don't know what's going on, only that the humans have disturbed their dreams.

The posture of several people standing was slightly stiff, and only the figure of the man who had just spoken trembled slightly.

Poof......

The sound of blood rushing out of the body was sharp and piercing, making this moonlit night a little more wonderful.

And then the blood that flew all over the sky seemed to stain the night sky red.

Li Yanbei's figure had disappeared in front of him, and all his companions around him fell to the ground strangely.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the tremor of the man's body became even more intense.

"Rao... Rao ......"

His lips twitched slightly, and the man seemed to be begging for mercy at Haoyue.

"Rao... Spare me......"

There was a dead silence all around, except for the sound of blood gushing.

And a figure bathed in blood slowly appeared in front of him.

"Luo... His Highness Roy!"

Looking at Li Yanbei's figure, the man was already full of liver and gall.

And the brilliance reflected back by the moonlight on the Liuyun Sword made him see the two strange words engraved on the spine of the sword.

Seeing these two words, the man's frightened expression froze on his face.

He suddenly remembered a rumor, a rumor that made the entire Dark Light Continent look colored.

"No! No! You... You ......"

In the name of Heavenly Punishment, he slaughtered the bandit group, and seriously injured the Knight of the Round Table with his own strength to destroy the quasi-holy relics.

This rumor is terrible.

It's so terrible that it has already collapsed all the defenses in his heart!

"You're not Roy! You're not Roy!"

The man was in a state of turmoil, and his mind seemed to have been confused.

"You're... You are ......"

I saw that Li Yan's north face was sinking like water, and there were still a few drops of blood on his angular face. And his body exuded a strong killing intent, and his calm eyes also shot a terrifying light.

"You guessed it......"

He looked at the man who was trembling all over, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"It's not easy!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Yanbei's figure suddenly disappeared.

The man's pupils suddenly dilated, and at the same time, his throat only felt cold.

Liuyun's blade slid silently down his throat, not feeling the slightest pain.

"Lee... Li Yanbei ......"

The man's eyes were full of regret, as if he regretted provoking this great killing god.

He could still speak, but his voice gradually began to be hoarse.

"You are a killing god, Li Yanbei!"