Ian certainly couldn't have asked at this time: why ran one?

Although he couldn't stop talking about it in his heart, he also knew that the hearts of capable people were strange, and all kinds of unexpected situations were possible, and he couldn't use his rank as a criterion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this time, it was obvious that the girl in front of her was in a bad mood, and it was not a wise move to touch her brow now.

"It seems that I can't experience the feeling of being besieged once. Ian smiled helplessly, and from the "night", his consciousness spread out to the surroundings, and began to look for the traces of the other four.

"In the beginning, it was better to come one by one. Seeing that Ian didn't get to the bottom of it, Phil coughed lightly and said as a matter of course: "You don't have much time. ”

"Why?"

"Because it's early in the morning, I'm going to remove the sword curtain before dawn so that it won't be discovered by the investigators. ”

Hearing this, Ian was stunned for a moment, and then rolled his eyes.

Is this a limited-time game?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he stepped out directly, and his figure disappeared into the night in an instant. Only a helpless voice remained, still echoing across the lonely wilderness.

"Let's start with the most recent one. ”

......

Morton was now terrified. He rushed through the rocky forest with all his might, even alarming the demons roaming around him, causing them to chase after him.

It's not a good thing to be targeted by demons outside the circle, because if you can't escape their sight, they'll chase them one by one until they kill their prey, or are killed by their prey. However, at this time, Moulton, who was on the run, had no time to care about this. Because behind this group of demons visible to the naked eye, there is another existence that is already out of his sight, but it is more dangerous, silently watching him.

Growing up, Morton tasted many fears. But ever since he joined the Black Scales, these fears seemed to have left him in an instant, and he gradually became fond of enjoying the fear of others.

He had thought that he would never feel this taste of both love and dislike again in his life, but apparently the Lord of the High had already felt that he had been too happy in the past few years, and it was time to pay off the previous account once and for all.

"Debt collection" came too suddenly.

It was just a mission that he had thought was a big deal before, and it actually caused them to encounter the enemy they least wanted to encounter in the Northern Regions.

When the Sword Saint's disciple hinted to them that his teacher was present, he was already panicking and secretly moved his steps backwards, ready to flee. And when the heads of the two superior beings flew high, and a figure that was darker than the night slowly appeared, Morton suddenly felt that he saw the god of fear in myths and legends, and the fear in his heart froze his whole body like a glacier, so that he could not even move a finger in fear.

Morton never dared to tell his companions, in fact, he was so timid that even the slightest bad thing would make him choose to escape. And the reason why he chooses to stand at the back of the team every time he goes out on a mission is just to turn around and flee at the first time when he encounters the worst situation.

Fortunately, in the past few years, they have been smooth sailing, and there have been no unexpected adverse situations, which has prevented him from exposing this characteristic in disguise, so that he will not be ridiculed by his peers.

This time, however, he didn't have to worry about the ridicule of his companions if he revealed his true form. Because he knew that after that thunderous "fast escape", his companions, who were running in all directions like him, might not run slower than himself.

It's a pity that at this moment, he would rather reveal his true form than encounter this nightmarish existence.

Morton's speed grew faster with fear, and he ran at his pace, and soon he would be through the stone forest.

He knew that there was a mountain wall full of wind-eroded caves outside this rocky forest, and as long as he hid there, he might be able to escape the pursuit of the Sword Master. But this poor fellow, he didn't know that between this stone forest and that mountain wall had long been separated by a sword curtain of night, they were simply turtles in a dream, and there was nowhere to escape.

It's just that he no longer has a chance to run out of the woodland and experience another level of despair. Because before that, Ian had caught him.

Looking at the other group of pursuers following his prey, Ian frowned slightly. He didn't want to be disturbed by an unrelated group of demons while he was experimenting with swordsmanship.

These demons were all opponents he was "tired of" back then, and he knew everything about their actions. So he just calculated a little and brought them into his own rhythm between steps.

At the moment of contact with the demons, he drew his long sword, and his body seemed to walk slowly into the demon group, the tip of the sword swung slightly, turning into a crystal silk thread, and slashed through the vital points of these demons one by one while strolling.

When he heard the strange screams of the demons behind him, Morton knew that the "Grim Reaper" had arrived. His heart became more and more terrified, and his speed suddenly increased by a few points. However, at this moment, Ian, who was strolling out of the demon group, had already dodged in front of him.

A bang rang out.

Clouds of dust rose from behind Morton and scattered across the wilderness, letting Morton know that the other group of pursuers behind him had no luck.

"My mentor has no interest in hunting you down. Ian identified himself with these words, chuckling softly at Moulton, "You can't escape, but you can try to defeat me." ”

Morton gritted his teeth fiercely, fearing that if he relaxed a little, they would collide and make a "clucking" sound.

He didn't know why the other party would give him such a chance, but after seeing the speed of the other party, he had already understood that this was his only chance.

He suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and in addition to fear, his eyes revealed fierceness and danger.

There is a faint ray of vitality in the dilemma of no escape, which provokes the ferocity of the outlaw.

Ian's eyes lit up because of his movements, and looking at the opponent's posture, this terrorist seemed to be a good swordsman. He tentatively sold a very obscure flaw. Sure enough, the opponent should even peep at the opportunity and stab with a sword.

The sword had a scream that tore through the air, and its speed and power were clearly far beyond that of ordinary people. This made Ian even more satisfied with his opponent, and he raised his sword and began his standard defense.

The two swords intersected, and the huge power coming from the sword body made Ian slightly surprised, and he turned around to neutralize the opponent's momentum, and when he swung his sword, he slashed and fought with it.

The two of them exchanged swords in a very small area. And in just a few moments, Ian had figured out all his sword paths.

But Ian still hasn't decided to make a move.

Because the opponent still doesn't seem to have used his own mental image. And to Ian's surprise, the power of his hand's sword was getting bigger and bigger each time, and the first sword only surprised him slightly, but now it can make his palm slightly numb. It seems that with the extension of the fighting time, its strength is growing without limits.

This is not the power that ordinary people should have, and Ian is vaguely aware of this.

"Is this what you're thinking?" (To be continued.) )