Aslan blocked Frey's knife again, but his body also took dozens of steps backwards, and the ice aria in his hand was almost knocked away, and his tiger mouth had already cracked.

Pull out a bandage and wrap the Ice Aria around your hand more strongly, making it difficult for the Ice Aria to get out of the air.

Aslan couldn't help but vomit in his heart: This guy's strength is too strong, such a strong strength, and with halo skills, why do you want to come out to be a robber, isn't this robbing the robber's job!

"Looking at your appearance, I won't be honest, so I have to interrogate you myself. I'll tell you that I haven't interrogated anyone in a long time. Frey said sinisterly, walking over to Aslan.

Damn! Aslan gasped, those potion bonuses from before were almost up, and it wasn't a good idea to go on like this.

"Stay away from the lord of the castle. At this time, the Michelo butler killed, forced Frey back with a sword, stared at Frey tightly, and said in his mouth: "Lord of the city, are you all right?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay!" Aslan silently exchanged the potion in the system again.

"Exchange for Stamina Potion!"

"You've exchanged for a Stamina Potion. Gain a short period of stamina and regain 100 Faith!

"You now have 6,536 faith points left!"

Aslan felt that his body was much better all of a sudden, and waved the sword in his hand: "This guy is a bit powerful, you go away." ”

"It's okay! Although I am old, Lord Castle, the sword in my hand is not old. The Michelo butler dragged his scarred body and smiled.

"Haha, then good Grandpa Michelo let me have a good look at the swordsmanship that you are proud of. ”

Frey licked his tongue and said with a smile: "Do you think that two of you can deal with me, I don't care about anyone in the south of Andra except Marquis Andrea, it's up to you." Look for death!"

"Look at the sword!" Michelo and Aslan stepped forward at the same time, scuffling with Frey.

However, Frey still has the upper hand in a one-on-two situation, while Aslan and Michelo continue to have more scars on their bodies.

"I'm not playing with you guys!" Frey said with a sly grin, his body suddenly shook, and he kicked Aslan who appeared in space, and then he grabbed Michelo's sword directly with his right hand, as if he completely ignored the blood that kept coming out of his hand, like a beast staring at Michelo with a cruel smile.

"Not good. Michelo felt as if the sword in his hand was stuck in a boulder, unable to move at all, and when he felt bad and wanted to abandon the sword directly, his abdomen ached!

I saw that Frey's heavy sword was already inserted in his abdomen, and blood kept pouring out.

"Oops, I accidentally stabbed it in. I'm sorry, but I hate it when you splash me with blood. Frey said with a little displeasure, and as he drew the sword that had been inserted into Michelo's abdomen, he kicked Michelo straight away.

"Grandpa Michael!" Arslan roared, but there was no sound from Michelo as he fell to the ground, and blood flowed from his abdomen everywhere.

"Boy, do you see. That's what happens if you resist me, but if you don't confess, you won't die as easily as he did!" Frey laughed, licking the blood from his palm!

Aslan braced his body, and he stared at Frey.

You must die!

"I want you dead!"

As if he had heard a big joke, Frey laughed mockingly: "I die, what power do you have to make me die!" Don't look at the fact that your soldiers are still inseparable from my bandit group, but as long as I capture their city lord, what do you think will be the result!"

"Then you can see!" Aslan spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth.

Aslan knew very well that the battlefield was too chaotic, and Bill had no way to kill with one hit, so he had been waiting for an opportunity, because Bill and Aslan knew very well that once Frey escaped, with his strength, he could threaten Feitian City at any time.

He had to die in this battle so that he could do it once and for all.

Aslan said this, but reason still prevented him from going up and fighting Frey immediately, because he knew that if he did, the result would be the same. He's not carried away by anger yet, he's going to find a good way to defeat this guy.

Aslan slowly retreated.

"Didn't you say you were going to kill me, I see you're preparing to run away in fear. Frey grinned as he approached step by step.

"See how long you can hide. Frey slashed Aslan's sword with a single blow, and the force made Aslan almost lose his balance, and his left hand punched Aslan in the heart. With a mouthful of blood spurting out, Aslan's body flew out again.

He slammed into the ground again, and this time Aslan didn't get up again, looking as if he had fainted.

"Oh yes, I won't be killed, you see my hand is not light or heavy. Frey said with a hint of regret as he walked slowly toward where Aslan had fallen.

Bang!

Frey immediately sensed a threat from someone, and he immediately stepped back, but he still couldn't completely dodge the sudden attack, and a black iron ball kept spinning in his left leg.

"Lord Castle, I'm here to help you. I saw that at the gate of the city in the distance, Jessica was aiming at this place with a musket, and he did not stop moving in his hand as he spoke.

Stuff the ammunition into the barrel and use the stick to force the ammunition in!

"This is the weapon that can be used for long-range attacks, and it looks like an iron rod. Forget it, since that kid won't say, I'll just take my things and leave. Frey didn't care about the iron orb on his leg at all, the power was probably the full force of a junior swordsman's blow, which meant that that it could inflict fatal damage on a junior swordsman.

Frey ran towards Jessica with a greedy gaze!

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, but Frey grinned, "Do you think I'll be on guard for the same attack?" Frey's body leaned slightly, as if dodging the bullet's shot, and nothing happened!

Jessica didn't expect that her tried and tested marksmanship would be useless in front of this strange person.

"Damn!" Jessica lowered her head and pulled another bullet from her waist pocket and tried to reload it, completely ignoring the fact that the gun would overheat.

However, by the time he loaded his bullets and was about to shoot again, a figure appeared in front of him, which kicked him away and snatched the musket from his hand.

Jessica flew out and crashed into the wall, and the impact was so violent that he fainted in an instant.

"It turned out to be a!"

At the moment of attack, Frey subconsciously said a word, which also means that this thing is easy to operate, even a woman can easily control it.

A murder weapon that ordinary people can control, and can easily kill junior professionals.

As soon as Frey thought of this, the blood in his body couldn't help but boil.