Later, after seeing Immorton's movements, Leslie's heart suddenly felt a thrill, and even the anger brought by Immorton's attitude just now disappeared. Because the location of the node chosen by Immorton is too precise, you must know that this is the magic circle personally arranged by His Majesty St. Anthony, and there are some obscure and ancient magic runes in it, even Leslie has to ponder for a long time.

But it was not a simple matter for such a muscular man who looked rough and arrogant to accurately find the node of the magic circle in a short period of time, and successfully cut off the source of replenishment of the light barrier magic circle, at least Leslie knew that if it were him, he would not be able to do it so quickly and accurately.

Leslie, who was full of suspicion, took a deep look at Immorton, this time he knew why the other party was so ignorant of him, I am afraid that his strength is nothing in the eyes of others.

After Immorton succeeded in his blow, he continued to disconnect all the Holy Light Circles around the Light Barrier Circle. And Feng Xifan in the magic circle saw that the opportunity had come, a pair of triangular eyes narrowed slightly, and his right hand slowly raised the thin sword in his hand, and just when a light suddenly burst out in his eyes, he heard a few sounds like tearing cloth, and several scorched sword marks appeared on the holy light barrier again.

This time, Leslie didn't even react, and he didn't see any sword movement from Feng Xifan at all, and the sword marks had already appeared on the light barrier. Without the replenishment of the Holy Light Array, the Bright Barrier had no healing ability at all after being attacked by Feng Xifan's internal force, and when Feng Xifan slowly returned the sword into the sheath, the Bright Barrier erupted with a clicking sound like broken glass, and then the entire Magic Circle turned into a burst of light and quietly dissipated.

Watching Feng Xifan pacing out of the circle, Leslie was almost completely numb, and there was only one sentence in his heart that he kept thinking about: Where did King Pritz find these two monsters?

The light technique emitted by Leslie had already alarmed the ascetics around him, and now that Immorton had broken off the node and Feng Xifan had broken out, it had even alarmed St. Anthony, who was arranging to go to Pritz City.

Immorton and Feng Xifan's movements were crisp and neat, but the speed at which the ascetics arrived was not slow, and just when Feng Xifan walked out of the circle and just nodded and greeted Immorton, a team of ascetics rushed over.

These ascetics are all wearing a linen shirt, still with two bare arms in the steep spring breeze, holding a rattan cane in their hands, and straw sandals under their feet, all of them with the color of wind and frost and bitter cold.

"Heretics, how dare you break the circle of St. Anthony's crown and violate the majesty of the God of Light!" an elderly ascetic who led the team shouted loudly when he saw Immorton and Feng Xifan, brushing his snow-white short beard under his chin.

The elder glanced at Leslie, who was standing beside Immorton and Feng Xifan, who did not move, and thought that Leslie was held hostage by these two trespassers, and his heart was even more annoyed and ashamed.

When these old ascetics entered the holy mountain to do penance, the Church of Light was still a glorious era established by Pope San Francisco, and although the countries unanimously resisted the mission of the Church of Light, the power of the Church was enough to overwhelm the nations. The elder had no idea that in recent years, the Church of Light had been repeatedly deflated by Leo's hands, and its prestige had long since disappeared.

Facing the scolding of the ascetic elder, Immorton didn't even pay attention to it, tilted his head slightly and glanced at Feng Xifan and said, "Since we have been freed, then let's go, the master is already worried about you!"

Seeing that these two people didn't care about themselves at all, the ascetic elder was even more angry, and he shouted loudly: "Today, you trespassed on the forbidden land of the Church of Light, spied on the secrets of the church, and broke the circle to hold the bishop hostage, you have already committed an unforgivable sin, and you don't want to escape from my hands!"

After speaking, the ascetic elder waved his hand and motioned for the ascetics to outflank Immorton and Feng Xifan.

In the face of these ascetics, Immorton still had a contemptuous posture, he did not rush to escape, but shook his head left and right, there was a clicking sound between the cervical vertebrae, the scimitar that had been hanging low in his right hand stood up again, and his left hand beckoned gently to the elder ascetic, signaling the other party to come up and fight.

This was the first time that the ascetic elder had encountered such an arrogant opponent in the past ten years, and he was so angry that he couldn't help it, plus the ascetics had already surrounded the two, so the ascetic elder directly shouted: "Kino Rob, you go and take down this madman!"

"Yes!" an ascetic who looked to be as muscular and powerful as Immorton stepped up and stood in front of him, raised his cane lightly over his chest in a samurai salute, and then stared into Immorton's eyes and made an attacking motion.

Seeing such an old-fashioned and dogmatic approach of the ascetics, Bishop Leslie on the side couldn't help but laugh. If it weren't for Feng Xifan getting too close to him, Leslie would have been eager to tell the ascetic elder that this was no longer the era of duels, and besides, King Pritz had always won in a way that broke the rules in a surprising way, so how could his men care about the outcome and the rules of a duel? They were just playing tricks on you.

After seeing the strange strength of Immorton and Feng Xifan, Leslie now only hoped that His Majesty St. Anthony would come over as soon as possible, but fortunately, Immorton seemed to be very interested in this kind of duel, and did not flee immediately.

Seeing the strong man who stood up among the ascetics, Immorton licked his lips lightly with his tongue, this kind of duel between warriors was the most to his taste. Being able to defeat his opponent head-on on his own will give Immorton far more satisfaction than using intrigue to win.

Grinning and baring his white teeth, Immorton nodded to his opponent, and then suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand, and a flash of lightning slashed at the opponent. Seeing Immorton make a move, the strong ascetic named Kino Rob immediately dodged to the side, and at the same time, the rattan staff in his hand also swung sideways at the blade of the scimitar, trying to deflect the blow from the side.

But how could Immorton let him defuse it so easily? At the same time that the vine staff accurately struck the blade of the scimitar, dissolving the diagonal slash, Immorton had already approached the big man, and his left fist the size of a bowl slammed into his right ribs.