The two witchers rushed in both directions almost at the same time, and Amos took a stride, kicked his left foot as soon as he hit the ground, and his body bounced up, and his right hand clenched the silver sword and slashed at the banshee on the left. As the sword light shone, a mist floated from the place where the blade slashed, and the silver sword cut through the air without hindrance. The experienced Amos didn't look behind him, but continued to roll forward, dodging the attack of the claws behind him, and then quickly stood up and prepared for defense. I saw that the banshee who was still in front of him just now had arrived at the place he had just passed, and the fog on her body had not completely dissipated.

"Remnant ......" Amos adjusted his breathing, slowly approached the banshee, and slashed down with another sword, this time the banshee only moved a few steps backwards. The banshees on both sides took advantage of the gap between Emos's swings of the sword, and attacked left and right, Emos dodged the attack on the left, and at the same time raised his sword to block the claws of the banshee on the right, he did not fight, but swung a false sword, bought a little distance for himself, and quickly returned to the previous position, where Yurania was already waiting for him.

"They're too fast, and there's afterimage, my crossbow can't hit them. "Yurania reloaded the crossbow that had been shot in the air.

Amos was quick to make a judgment about the current form. "We can't fight on our own, their remnants can only move a short distance, and they can only teleport back and forth, I'm in front of you and behind, blocking the position of their remnants, forcing them to the wall. ”

"That's it!" Jurania put away the crossbow arrow in her right hand and pulled a long dagger from the leggings of her right foot.

"Up!" Amos commanded, charging towards the banshee on the far left, Jurania following him three or four paces away. With another slash from Hermos, Yurania had reached the point where the banshee had teleported forward, and the silver dagger in her hand would instantly wipe it out as soon as the banshee's afterimage came. The banshee had to teleport backwards, Amos was so fast that the witcher who drank the rattail potion was almost as fast as the cheetah, and the distance of a few steps was only a matter of moments for him, and the second sword arrived as scheduled, and the banshee was forced to continue moving backwards, and within a few turns, she was forced to the wall.

Amos's fierce attack did not slow down in the slightest, and the silver sword slashed towards the banshee who was already at the wall, this time his sword deflected slightly to the right. The banshee had no choice but to float to the left, and just as she was out of Hermos's range, a crossbow bolt struck it in the throat and pinned it to the wall. With a terrible scream, the banshee's body began to atomize from the bottom up, quickly disappearing into the air.

The two didn't speak, and the attack drew the other three banshees on the left, and the two witchers looked at each other, and Amos rushed out again.

The four banshees on the right continued towards Fraser, their terrifying faces even more terrifying at close range, and the Emir crawled backwards until they were next to the wall. Fraser stood calmly in place, waiting.

The two banshees were the first to attack him, the sharp claws were close at hand, between the lightning and flint, the sword flashed, Fraser's sword slashed at the head of the claw-waving banshee, the banshee's figure disappeared into the mist, when it reappeared, the head had been cut in half from the position of the eyes, and as soon as it appeared, it was fogged again, this time it would not appear again.

Fraser didn't stop, with a wave of his left hand, a wall of fire rose from the ground, blocking the path of the two banshees behind him, and then with a flip of his left hand, the shockwave bounced the banshee in front of him a few steps away and stunned it, of course Fraser would not let go of this opportunity, he raised his sword and slashed the banshee in two, and the banshee that was divided into two disappeared into the air.

The next two banshees didn't cost Fraser much effort, and with the help of swordwork and magic as fast as the wind, Fraser easily dealt with them. On the other side, the battle became clearer, and only the last banshee floated in front of the witcher, but Amos's arms and abdomen were stained red with blood, and the leather armor liner on Yurania's shoulder was torn, and blood flowed down her arm.

Fraser raised his left hand, and a fireball ran towards the banshee's back, and the banshee had sensed the magical attack behind her, and launched an afterimage to teleport backwards, the fireball slammed through the mist and slammed into the wall. A figure and a crossbow bolt flew towards the location where the banshee had reappeared, the mist appeared, and Amos's sword pierced the banshee's heart, and Yurania's crossbow bolt plunged into the banshee's face, and as the fog dissipated, the battle ended.

Amos let out a long exhalation and sat down with his body propped up. "We've done our best, and the rest looks like we'll have to leave it to you, Demon Swordsman. ”

Fraser glanced at the injuries on the two men. "Leave it to me. With that, he walked towards the swamp banshee.

Yurania sat down next to Amos, took a vial from the package, poured some powder out of it and sprinkled it on his injured shoulder, then cut the clothes off Amos's abdomen, and sprinkled the powder evenly on his stomach. "It's the first time I've dealt so many banshees at the same time, and we're lucky to have this little bit of an injury. ”

Amos looked at Fraser's back. "That guy doesn't seem to be hurt at all, and those banshees are just a piece of cake for him. ”

The appearance of the Demon Swordsman was obviously completely unexpected by the swamp banshee, and there was fear in its tone. "Who the hell are you, why are you here? There's nothing here. ”

Fraser continued to walk steadily, not stopping until he was only five paces away from the swamp banshee, and he faintly looked at the banshee in front of him who was almost attacking him. "Where did all that spiritual power you collect?"

"What?" the swamp banshee was defenseless at the question.

Fraser narrowed his eyes. "Then I'll make it clear, no one in the entire village can escape, except for the remaining ten or so old men and emirs, everyone is in those two caves, their spiritual power is drained, and then what?"

The swamp banshee's voice became hoarse. "Their mental power...... I have sucked them all dry, and I have their spiritual power, so that I can become stronger. ”

"Really, then why don't you fight me? If you're telling the truth, you can kill me with just a wave of your hand and a spell, and the two witchers and the emir will disappear before they have a chance to fight back. Fraser said in a firm tone.

"What the hell is your purpose?" the swamp banshee's emotions spiraled out of control. "You're not here for the bounty!"

Fraser ignored the question of the swamp banshee and sneered, "The reason why you haven't done it all this is because you know that you have no chance of winning, and your spiritual power is not even as strong as mine, what about the spiritual power you sucked away?"

The swamp banshee looked at the demon swordsman in horror, and Fraser continued. "You could have attacked with those eight banshees, so that your chances would have been greater, but you didn't dare to take the risk, because you were promised that you would return to your previous appearance after collecting spiritual power, young, beautiful, and graceful. ”

"Say no more!" the swamp banshee's roar made the entire cavern tremble, and it raised its hands as an icefall rushed towards the man in front of it.

Fraser slashed down with his sword in both hands, and the icefall was slashed in two by the blade, flying in both directions, slamming into the wall.

"It's!" the swamp banshee's body trembled with fear.

Yurania's face was also full of shock. "That's ...... A sword in the stone?"

"Yes, the only one who can cut off the magic is the Sword of the Stone, but all three of the Sword of the Stone have been lost in the War of the Dark Tide, along with their masters. Amos frowned. "Who the hell is this guy, Fraser...... I've never heard of this name. ”

Fraser's sword hung at his side, and he looked calmly at the swamp banshee, every word he uttered was oppressive. "Tell me who he is, who is he the one who promised you?"