At the same time, a figure that everyone is extremely familiar with has emerged like a ghost.

Roy!

The crowd was amazed and delighted.

No one expected that when the Praying Mantis was behind the cicada catcher and the yellow finch was behind, Roy would lurk behind them and kill the stout scout as soon as he made a move.

It was the same arrow, but Roy's arrow was far faster, more accurate, and more insidious than Miki's.

Not only that, but those with sharp eyes noticed that Roy's arrow had a slight tail flick at the end. The stout scout actually had a subconscious dodge when danger came, but the arrow actually followed an arc in the air and pierced his neck!

The stocky scout couldn't believe that he had died here.

But that's just the beginning.

An arrow shot the dwarf scout, Roy soared into the air, his body froze slightly in the air, and the next second, as if stepping through the void, he crashed directly into the center of the Philip scout.

Arrow step in the clouds!

Crashing into the crowd, Roy's figure flashed, and he had already attached a Philip scout, and the bow of judgment in his hand wrapped around his neck and pulled hard.

The silky bowstring, like a sharp blade, sliced directly into the scout's neck.

The violent pull made the bow in Roy's hand completely deformed. With a soft sound, the bowstring severed the neck bone, and a stream of blood rose with the tossed skull.

The second!

It wasn't until this time that the other three Philip scouts came to their senses. They shouted in unison, swinging their swords at Roy.

They reacted quickly. However, Roy moved faster. I saw that he was short, like a snake slithering on the ground, and swam out from the sword light of the three people.

In the next second, he flicked his foot, his body was already raised, and the longbow in his hand pierced the chest of the scout on the left.

The scout was a burly old falcon. Seeing that Roy, as an archer, actually fought hand-to-hand with himself. With a cruel laugh, he slashed out with a backhand sword.

This sword is very old and spicy. Not only did he block Roy's bow. And he also slashed Roy's fingers against the bow arm.

Whether it's the angle or the use of vindictiveness. It's all just right.

However, at the moment when the bows and swords intersected, suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Roy's face. A flick of the wrist. The longbow was already in a streamer. Turned into a long sword.

A curved bow arm and a straight long sword are obviously not the same.

The scout followed the bent bow arm to parry, the distance of the sword. The angle is a full two inches off. And it was these two inches that became a barrier that he never had a chance to cross again.

Poof! The scout's sword swung into the air, and Roy's sword took the opportunity to drive straight through the scout's chest.

The tip of the sword came out of the back.

With his body hanging on Roy's sword, the burly scout looked blankly at the confused young man in front of him, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the blood in his mouth suddenly gushed out, muffling his voice. His throat twitched, and he rattled twice, and his eyes dimmed rapidly.

As Roy's long sword was drawn, he slammed and threw himself to the ground, and after a violent convulsion of his body, he never moved again.

The third!

From Roy's arrow, to crashing into the crowd and killing two people in a row. These few hits are straight rabbits up and down, and the speed is unmatched. I only saw that everyone was dazzled.

After coming to their senses, where will everyone still stand by and watch?

Xia Qing and Anse El were the first to pounce. The arrows of Miki and the elves came first, like a storm, and struck the remaining two Fei Lie scouts.

was killed by a ghostly teenager three people in a row, and the other two Fei Lie scouts were already frightened.

Seeing that the other Solan people also pounced, they didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately stimulated the twelve layers of fighting spirit, frantically brandished their weapons to remove the arrows, and then turned around and ran left and right towards the depths of the jungle.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

If they still have a one percent chance of fighting head-on, then they don't even have a one in 10,000 chance to turn around and run for their lives.

Roy chose the Philip scout on his left first.

At the moment when the other party activated, he had already chased after him. The two rushed into the woods one after the other, and after running through the woods for less than thirty meters, Roy had already chased each other's back.

Listening to the rustling sound behind him getting closer and closer, the afterglow glanced at the looming figure, and the Feilie scout was horrified.

As a veteran scout, he may not be the fastest runner, but he is one of the best in the Black Lightning Knights.

He has relied on his speed countless times to easily get rid of the enemy's pursuit, and he has also relied on his speed countless times to drive his prey to a corner. In the middle of the woods, he even won a big bet by sprinting short distances to catch up with an elk and knock it down with his bare hands.

However, in front of the black-haired boy behind him, the speed he was proud of turned into a fatal flaw.

In his most explosive 50-meter sprint, he got off to an early start, but instead of being able to pull away, he was chased by his opponent.

This black-haired boy is as fast as a demon leopard.

The Philip Scouts had never seen anything so fast. Compared to this kid, even the elves, and the top falcons he knew, were as slow as sheep.

Seeing that Roy had already caught up, Philip Scout knew that if he wanted to get out of pursuit, it would be impossible to rely on speed alone.

In less than five seconds, the brunette would be clinging to his body like a ghost, sending his cold sword into his vest.

In a flash of thought, Scout Philip jumped over a fallen tree, and when he landed, he didn't seem to notice a stone on the ground full of fallen leaves, and his feet stumbled, and his body stumbled.

It has to be said that his movements are very realistic.

If the pursuer thought that this was an opportunity and pounced, then, in the next second, the long sword in the hand of the Philip scout would be in a strange posture. Picked up from under the armpit, it burrows into the throat of the pursuer like a poisonous snake.

This move is a life-saving trick that this Fei Lie scout has been hiding for a long time.

Ten years ago, he had used this trick to escape his life under the bloody mouth of a seventh-order demonic beast. And when he cultivates on weekdays, he doesn't know that he has practiced hundreds of times and thousands of times.

In order to save his life at the critical moment in the future, he has scrutinized every detail of this move and trained it without flaws.

He has always believed that success is reserved for those who are prepared.

And now, after thousands of hard cultivations, it's finally time to reap the rewards!

However, at the moment when the Philip scout wanted to pounce. Suddenly. A tiny vine silently wrapped around his right foot, which was stumbling forward!

The appearance of this vine is too insidious and too evil.

Although the stumbling action is realistic. But the Philip scout never intended to actually fall. Only after assassinating the opponent between these few steps. He'll be down-to-earth. Regain balance.

But now, the appearance of this vine is like when he stood by the waterhole and scratched his head and made a gesture of solitude. was pushed hard from behind.

Pounce! Unable to control the balance anymore, Fei Lie scouted a vicious dog to pounce.

At the same time, more than a dozen wind blades mixed with fire elements, like wolves, converged from all directions, tearing his armor, severing his arms, and slitting his throat.

"He turned out to be a magician. ”

When darkness hit, it was the last thought that crossed the mind of the Philip Scout.

Boom, a flesh-licking flame rose into the air, and in the light of this flame, Roy's right foot kicked on the trunk of the tree, already like a returning swallow, chasing in the direction of the other Philip scout.

The last scout, and the worst one.

Pursued by the angry elves, the scout had five arrows stuck in his body at a distance of less than two hundred meters. Two of them are on the buttocks and one on the calves.

It made him look like a lame fox.

This scout was the tall, skinny scout who had just spat on. However, compared to the good fortune of the elves, his luck was clearly reversed.

By the time he had run a hundred meters, he had already known the fate of his other companion through the light of fire and screams. And at two hundred meters, the figure of the black-haired boy who terrified him had already appeared on his flank.

The tall scout stopped, roaring. The four battle rings rotated at high speed and converged on the long sword, forming a sword ray that was one meter long.

Knowing that there was no way to escape, he did not retreat but rushed towards Roy.

Knightly skills, charge!

Unlike the other scouts, this lanky scout was originally a trap knight who was good at charging combat, and later became a scout.

Therefore, in terms of fighting style, his frontal charge is more ferocious.

When he charged towards Roy, the people who followed him only felt that the body of the tall and thin knight seemed to swell several times in an instant.

The muscles that bulged high, the blood vessels knotted. Even the armor seemed to be bursting.

As he walked, holes appeared in the earth. Five steps out, the knight's body burst into flames. The flames rolled, as if they were alive, and as the knight's speed increased, it gradually transformed into two horns and four hooves, and it was a galloping fire ox.

Generals charge!

Xia Qing and Ansel exclaimed.

The eight knight skills, according to the power from low to high, are divided into five levels: soldier level, soldier level, general level, handsome level and king level.

And the power of a knight's skill depends not only on the skill itself from a few stars, but also on the knight's own level of fighting spirit and understanding of combat skills.

Generally speaking, the more precious the fighting technique, the stronger the knight's own ability, and the greater the power of the knight's skill.

However, there are thousands of fighting qi and combat techniques, and individual comprehension and strength are different, so it is very difficult to produce a high-level knight skill in the exercises.

Take Xia Qing as an example.

He has been trained by his family since he was a child, and whether it is the fighting spirit or combat skills he practiced, he is a five-star or above exercise.

Generally, the elders of the family only ask him to understand the fighting skills below four stars, and know their characteristics and flaws. And they won't waste their time on this.

After all, the level of the exercises is not arbitrary.

All other things being equal, use the five-star exercises against the four-star exercises. It's all crushing.

The reason why the Xia family was able to have their current status in the Solan military is that the children of the family can sit firmly in the military and be convincing, and the inheritance of the family's fighting skills is indispensable.

But that's it, among the eight knight skills that Xia Qing mastered, only one of the repelling knight skills could reach the general level. And the other knight skills are all sergeant. In particular, the most commonly used and most difficult to practice Charge Knight Technique has always been a problem for Xia Qing.

On the battlefield, no one cares if you practice a few stars. No one cares how clever your trick is. How beautiful.

All the soldiers care about is the role.

It's an effect!

No matter how strong your fighting spirit is and how advanced your fighting skills are, it just makes people look forward to you.

To truly conquer your companions. Earn their trust. You have to turn your abilities into real results. And the only criterion for evaluating the effect. It's what level of knighthood you're capable of.

Only those who have really been on the battlefield and have experienced the tempering of blood and fire know what it means to be encircled. Someone stepped forward and swept through with a single move to fight their way out, how many people would win their gratitude.

Only they know how many people will win respect when the team hits the enemy's iron wall, someone will break through the level with one move and tear a gap!

And charging is the most important of knights' skills.

When charging in a group, the one who can become the backbone is always the knight who has mastered the stronger charge knight skills.

They are located in key positions in the formation, and all the knights in the front, rear, left and right, have them at their core, providing them with protection and cooperation.

Wherever they rushed, the others rushed. Before the formation was broken, they were the souls of the entire charging cluster!

In an ordinary knight order, a knight who has mastered the skills of a sergeant-level charging knight may already be a treasure. However, for Xia Qing, this is far from enough.

He is a son of the Xia family, no matter which army he is in, he should be a member of the core of the charge. If he didn't have the general-level Charge Knight skill, he would face everyone's skeptical eyes.

Among the combat skills cultivated by Xia Qing, there are two moves with extremely strong attack power, both of which have the potential to advance to the general-level charging knight skill. But until now, he hasn't fully integrated it.

When he has the general-level charge knight skill, his combat power will be at least doubled!

What Xia Qing didn't expect was that he actually saw a general-level charging knight skill on the body of a scout!

No one understands better than him how terrible a general-level charge is!

Especially when they saw that Roy had taken off the Heavenly Transformation Battle Armor in order to facilitate his actions, they were even more anxious.

"Roy, get out of the way!"

Xia Qing and Anse El both screamed desperately, trying to get Roy out of the charge of the Philip scout.

However, Roy, who was walking in the opposite direction with his opponent, didn't seem to hear it.

In the blink of an eye, the Pheret scout had rushed in front of Roy. Even if they were nearly thirty meters apart, everyone seemed to be able to hear the violent whistle of breaking through the air.

The rain of arrows that were fired at the Filie's scouts turned to ashes when they touched the flames.

The ground shook, and the sturdy trees around them turned into dust and sand like crumbling sand sculptures.

Philip scout stabbed with a sword.

This sword became the last piece of the puzzle for this unstoppable fire bull.

"Die!" the Philip scout's eyes were red, and he shouted!

The flames are soaring!

In the firelight, Roy only felt that his mouth and nose had been sealed by the scorching air. The body also stiffened under the terrifying pressure that came to him.

The big trees around him, the weeds and rocks at his feet all turned into dense dust and flew backwards.

A fierce murderous aura followed the tip of the opponent's sword and went straight to the center of the eyebrows!

That's what it feels like to die!

Roy didn't panic, though.

After experiencing a series of battles, including Iron One, the grinding of reality has completely released his accumulation in the world of adjudication.

No one knew how hard he had cultivated and how much he had absorbed in order to become stronger. No one knows how many times he has fought in the demons all over the mountains, how many times he has been bloodied in the long street, and how many times he has run in the jungle to vomit!

In the face of a crazy enemy, Roy's heart is unusually calm.

With less than five meters away from his opponent, he could almost feel the sharp blade piercing into his skin, and his ankle twisted!

Light Breeze Walk!

In the next second, his figure suddenly faded, turning into a phantom, and just like that, it passed through the body of the Ferray Knight.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the enemy!

Roy backhanded!

No one can describe this sword in words.

It was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and as ethereal as a mountain mist. It came out from under Roy's ribs and lifted upwards. It's like a rainbow running into the sky.

This is a move to assassinate the seventh demon clan during the bloody battle of Sword Spirit Long Street.

The name of the sword is the white horse.

"A white horse passing through a gap is not a white horse," the sword spirit told Roy as he explained the sword, "but the sun." ”

It was a summer afternoon, and the sword spirit stared at the sunlight shining through the grass through the cracks in the walls of the warehouse of the Green Tower Manor, and said, "It's also time. ”

Roy knew that for Sword Spirit, it was three hundred years.

It's also a flash!

This is the essence of this sword.

No one can be faster than the time that can melt three hundred years into a single moment, even the powerful demon leader has no power to fight back under the sword spirit's sword.

When he first started studying, Roy learned twenty-one different sword techniques and hundreds of different footwork, body movements, and angles. It was tempered countless times before he could barely master it.

And when this sword is combined with the light wind step......

Burst!

The tip of the sword stabbed through the back of the Philip scout, and the heart stabbed out.

Knightly skills, kill!

Handsome ...... (To be continued......)