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When Colby saw this figure, he felt a faint pain in his left arm. How could he have forgotten the figure that had severed his arm, forced him to flee in embarrassment, and then ruined the professor's plan.

He knew that although the other party's voice was low, it was just a deliberate disguise. Beneath that hood was an incredibly young face, a secret known only to him and his master in the Black Scales.

Even if the two sides are in a hostile relationship, even if the mentor of this silver-haired boy is a supreme power who stands on top of the world. But Colby couldn't help but marvel at itself.

He was as young as a dream, almost shocking. In the history of mankind, there has never been such a young sword master.

However, he knew that the real uneasiness in his heart did not stem from the figure that had appeared in front of him.

At this time, there are two high-level capable people and five middle-level capable people on his side, and although this young man himself is already a rare sword saint in the world, the truly glorious era of the sword saint is, after all, a thousand and two hundred years ago before the capable person appeared.

So, why did he dare to appear in front of himself and others so grandly?

What is his dependence?

At the thought of a possibility, Colby felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and his whole body couldn't stop shivering.

It's a pity that his companions obviously didn't notice his abnormality at this time. After the surprise, they focused all their eyes on Ian's body, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but show coldness.

Although it is indeed terrifying that no one discovered him at the beginning, it is not impossible to have a master with excellent hidden ability in this world, and the existence of outstanding ability in this area may not be really amazing.

What's more, from Colby's mouth, they had already heard of the existence of this "fake sword master". For him to appear in front of him and others so unsuspectingly, the two superiors couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

"It seems that you are the impostor?" one of them stepped forward, sneered, and asked, "You killed Rhodes?"

"yes, I'm the impostor. Ian nodded very cheerfully, and he simply welcomed the title "imposter". Although Fei'er always seemed to want him to become the "Black Sword Saint" in the world's mind, God knows how much he didn't want to be regarded as the real Black Sword Saint.

"It's just that I wasn't the one who killed Rhodes. At this point, he changed his words and asked with interest, "Why, you want to avenge him?"

The man's movements froze for a moment, and then his face sank. How could he not hear what Ian meant.

He himself has a good relationship with Rhodes, and he thought that since he had met this disciple of the legendary Sword Saint, he might be able to avenge the other party today, and prove to everyone that his strength was above Rhodes.

It's just that Ian's meaning at this time is obviously to point out that the one who killed Rhodes is his mentor, the strongest man who stood in the sky over the Northern Regions half a year ago and wiped out the natural disaster with a nightfall.

As a result, he suddenly became a little unnatural.

Although he had some friendship with Rhodes, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could trouble the strongest. After all, it was a different non-human existence from the higher-ups, and it was difficult for mortals to even touch the corners of their clothes.

"Then I'll collect some interest first!"

After a moment of silence, he spoke out fiercely, covering up his "stagnation" just now, and shouted fiercely: "When I ascend to the clouds, I will fight with your teacher!"

"You don't have to wait until later. Faced with this person's obvious lack of confidence, Ian said with unspeakable regret: "I really want to fight you, but unfortunately your opponent today is not mine." ”

"What did you say?"

Several people in the Black Balance Society were stunned, and they finally sensed the situation that Colby had just noticed. An extremely bad thought spread like wildfire on the prairie, and a few people even showed a slight look of horror on their faces.

Ian let out a silent sigh in his heart, he didn't expect the strongest to bring such a huge deterrent.

He only vaguely revealed Fei'er's existence, and the few people in front of him who could be completely strong were actually scared like this, and he even found that the last one of this group of people had moved backwards extremely covertly, obviously planning to run away if he saw that something was wrong.

It's almost like a nuclear weapon. Ian thought to himself: No wonder no one has dared to openly rebel against the Empire so far, even the most rampant Black Balance Society in the world, only dares to fiddle with some intrigues in the dark corners.

Those three supreme beings are like three mountains that suppress the hearts of the world, and no one with bad intentions will dare to move lightly until they have the ability to compete with them.

"I mean ......"

Ian chuckled at this, and he was about to tease him a few more times, but suddenly found that the whole world had come to a standstill in an instant.

This does not mean that the flow of time has slowed down, but that the time and space of the entire world have really been frozen in their entirety, and have become a picture scroll that has been frozen.

Then, he saw that in this unchanging picture, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. She leisurely and resolutely stabbed out the pitch-black long sword in her hand, without the slightest glow, as if swinging a night curtain across the necks of the two high-ranking powerhouses.

Ian's eyes widened. He knew that it was Fei'er, in addition to that unconventional power, Fei'er who really used all her strength!

This girl's swordsmanship doesn't pay attention to fairness, she doesn't care if it's a sneak attack, she won't talk nonsense with the enemy like Ian.

She will only choose the most efficient and practical one-hit kill, never give any enemy a chance to breathe, never give the enemy any possibility to struggle, and end everything mercilessly in a matter of moments.

This is a swordsmanship that makes people unable to even think of despair.

Because, before you even realize it's happening, it's already over.

Phil never cared what her enemies had to make them complacent.

No matter how terrible and strange your mind is, no matter how terrifying your ability is.

As long as she doesn't want to see ......

(To be continued.) )