"Oh?"

Hearing Yu Lian's proposal, the old legion leader raised his eyebrows, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. In fact, he also had this kind of thought, after all, both of them were warriors, and it was easier to understand each other's existence than the interweaving of words. Judging from the previous situation, it is obvious that he has no way to take advantage of this young man in words, so he can only use the means of chatting between soldiers to make a closer confirmation.

"That's a good idea, then ........."

"It's good to be here. ”

Yulian glanced at it casually, and then pointed to the square in front of the castle, anyway, those nobles had been blocked, and now they could only stay obediently in the city of the Immortal, and the twilight castle had temporarily become a forbidden place. It's no wonder, after all, a lot of preparation and decoration had to be done in order to hold a drinking party, and these were naturally not visible to the guests, so after connecting the nobles who had received several visits, Offariel asked for the entire reception to be placed in the City of the Immortal, and at the same time ordered the entire Twilight Castle to be temporarily closed, so there was no one in this small square now.

"Good!"

Celtic was born in the military, so naturally he would not play with many tricks, and since the other party had already designated the location, he did not push back, but nodded, and then strode to the center of the small square. Then, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, although his movements were not as fast as lightning as the flash sheath, but the whole movement process was also smooth and extremely smooth. It can be seen that this old man's attainments in swordsmanship are really not low.

Seeing that Celt had already drawn his sword, Yulian walked across from him, and then, he reached out and grasped the hilt of his sword—slowly drawing the pitch-black long sword behind his waist.

What's going on?!

Seeing Yu Lian's action, Celtic felt a sinking in his heart, he originally thought that this young man would use that set of flashing swordsmanship to fight him, but now, he actually unsheathed his sword before the battle? Isn't he going to use this set of swordsmanship to fight? What did he see? Was it intentional or unintentional?

Although there was some surprise, Celtic did not waver because of this, and he did not pay attention to Yulian's little tricks. Everyone has their own best swordsmanship skills, and if this young man doesn't want to use it, then force him to use it yourself!

"Okay, I'll come as soon as I go, and you stay here obediently. ”

Looking at Celtic's calm face, Yuren shrugged his shoulders, and then he reached out and stroked the hair of the girl next to him.

"Okay, okay!"

Although little Irene hadn't seen many scenes, she still had a sense of tension on the field at the moment, and in the face of You Lian's outstretched hand, she seemed a little surprised, and just replied reflexively. And it wasn't until Yulian withdrew her hand that she looked at the young man in front of her as if she had suddenly thought of something, and spoke.

"That......... Come on, Lord Lord!"

As she spoke, little Irene waved her little fist and tried to show a perk-hearted expression, but Yulian only showed a relaxed smile, then turned around and walked to his place.

There weren't many people in the square, and the preparations for the reception were at the most important juncture, and the maids who had recovered their bodies, no matter what strength they had been, or whether they were geniuses and experts in a certain field, now had only one goal - that is, to completely prepare everything needed for this reception! Because of this, the upcoming competition in the small square did not attract too many people's attention, except for the two spirit warriors who were responsible for guarding the main gate, only some of the peripheral members of the castle stood around in twos and threes, looking curiously at the two in the center. They weren't the maids who worked here, but the people who had been hired by O'Faryl from among the refugees to prepare for the reception, and with their status, the core of the preparation was naturally not their turn, so they also had leisure time. And seeing that this lord of his own was going to compete with others, he naturally aroused the curiosity of these people.

"Well, please. ”

After casually glancing around, Yuren turned his head and looked at Celtic quietly, he shook his sword in his hand, and then raised it flat, pointing straight ahead.

"So, I'm coming!"

Celt didn't say much, as soon as his voice fell, the burly, heavy body immediately rushed forward, the old warrior held the sword in both hands, swung it forward hard, and the bright sword light burst out in an instant, sweeping the surrounding air, bringing a chaotic air flow.

"Oh?"

Noticing Celtic's blow, Yulian's eyes widened in surprise, although the old man's sword did not have the slightest trick, it was just the most ordinary slash, but just this blow brought considerable pressure. This simple move seemed to envelop all the space around You Lian in an instant, suppressing his actions to death, making him seem to have no better choice than to face it head-on!

This old man is really not simple. With this blow alone, it can be seen that his understanding of swordsmanship has reached the level of a master, and anyone will find it tricky to face such an opponent.

Of course, Yuren is not one of them. However, this does not mean that he can easily take out the opponent in front of him, after all, he also remembers very well that this is just a competition, not a life-and-death battle.

Thinking of this, his body shrank back, and with this movement, the pitch-black long sword that was originally stretched straight in front of him also retreated.

Originally, this was just a very ordinary action, and Yulian's body moved backwards, so the long sword he held in his hand would naturally move with the wielder's movements. But this was a surprise in Celtic's heart, you know, he was very serious about this competition. Although it was nominally a competition, Celtic had already burst out with all his strength in the first hit. He tried to overpower Yuren with momentum, and then forced him to go head-to-head with himself, a move that Celtic had used many times, and no one had ever been able to retreat in the face of his own coercion.

However, Yuren's retreat made Celtic feel like he was vomiting blood, as if he had clearly suppressed the other party with his palm, but the other party was like a slippery loach that swam out between his hands, and a feeling of emptiness and failure immediately came. This made the old man even more surprised, but after all, he had experienced so many years of fighting, and he was not in a hurry even in the face of mutations. On the contrary, just as Yuren pulled back, Celtic's longsword that had lost its target also paused, and then it was provoked upwards again, stabbing Yuren in the left shoulder.

This sword came fiercely, and it was the time difference at the moment when You Lian's body moved backwards, and there was no way for You Lian to dodge it again. Seeing this ferocious sword, the surrounding people also shouted in surprise, although many of them did not understand swordsmanship, but between the lightning and flint, the confrontation between the two swordsmanship masters, just by virtue of the momentum is enough to suppress the ordinary people who can't raise their heads. And the confrontation between them is not only a confrontation between swordsmanship, but also a mutual suppression of momentum. Because of this, the ordinary people around who had never learned swordsmanship naturally couldn't withstand their momentum, and even involuntarily followed the momentum of the two and made some moves. It's as if when Yulian shrank down to dodge Celtic's first blow before, many people also subconsciously shrank their necks, as if they also felt the strong, oncoming fierce aura.

And now, Celtic's ensuing pursuit made these onlookers involuntarily hold their breath, and it is no wonder that Celtic's power is too domineering, once it is displayed, it is like a turbulent wave rushing towards him, making people feel that there is no way to compete with him. And Yu Lian's aura is on the soft side, although it is difficult to feel, but it is unconsciously affecting others. So on such a sensory level, Celtic, a veteran, is clearly superior.

The other party is going to force himself to have a face-to-face duel.

Looking at the long sword that stabbed straight forward, Yu Lian raised his eyebrows, Celtic's momentum was too domineering, he could naturally feel the other party's determination, but this did not mean that he had to follow the other party's pace to be able to move forward.

Thinking of this, the pitch-black long sword in Yulian's hand suddenly struck upwards and clinged to Celtic's blade, and then, his wrist flipped violently.

The pitch-black long sword that was originally flat on the blade of the sword, because this action was also a turn, and between this turn, Celt frowned, he could feel that the long sword in his hand was pushed a little by an inexplicable force, this force is not large, and the impact is also very weak, but it is this slight deviation that makes his attack completely abolished!

"Brush!"

Although he was shocked in his heart, the water spilled by the sword that stabbed out, Celt was already powerless to take it back, and he could only watch his long sword graze Yulian's cheek, and then fell into the air.

"Hah!"

And only then did those onlookers breathe, because Celtic's attack missed, and his momentum immediately weakened, which also made these onlookers relax instantly. At this moment, Yu Lian grabbed the long sword and swung it forward with force.

"Ding!"

In the face of Yulian's sudden counterattack, Celtic naturally did not miss it, and he immediately returned his sword to resist and block Yulian's attack. But when the two swords intersected again, the force from the sword body made Celt stunned.

How could this young man do this?

Originally, Celtic believed that Julien's intention was to defend and counterattack, to force himself to take a defensive position, so as to buy time for his attack. But when he resisted Yuren's attack, the heavy force from the sword was beyond Celtic's imagination - this was not just a simple counterattack, but an attack with all the strength of the opponent, what was going on?

Celtic's combat experience is too rich, but because of this, when he couldn't understand the intention of this blow, the old commander's reaction also stagnated in the slightest, and in such a tense fighting state, Yulian finally seized the opportunity he wanted!

Due to the effect of the reaction force, the black longsword that slashed at the Celtic weapon immediately rebounded, and Yulian took advantage of the situation to hold the long sword, and with the help of its rebound force, it spun suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black long sword seemed to turn into a nimble and surging poisonous snake, and pounced on the dead corner of the old legion's side.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Celtic's face immediately became solemn, this short attack of a few minutes, he completely subverted his cognition, he has full confidence in his own strength, should be able to pressure the other party to use his real skills to compete with him, and in that way, he can see through the other party's details. However, since the beginning of the battle, the situation has been going in a direction that he never imagined. If before, Kate could also tell that Yuren was using a sword technique called Liushan. So now this set of swordsmanship, he can't understand it at all, and he has never seen it.

Could it be that this was not some kind of swordsmanship, but a temporary reaction of his?

It is impossible, under his own attack, this young man's reaction is so fast, the attack is so smooth, and a whole set of counterattack skills are used by him perfectly, it is absolutely impossible to rely on talent and knee-jerk reaction alone. If you want to see whether a swordsman has mastered a set of swordsmanship, then it depends on whether his attacks are smooth and whether the entire attack method follows a certain concept. Just like Flowing Flash follows the concept that the sheath of the flash must flash when it comes out of the sheath, but the set of swordsmanship that Yulian is using now follows a kind of sideways and unconnected, weird and changing concept. This is definitely the inheritance of some kind of swordsmanship technique!

However, is this possible? A young man in his early twenties can not only skillfully use the high-level swordsmanship of the high-level swordsmanship of the Flowing Flash, but also perform another set of swordsmanship skills so skillfully? Even a gifted knight can't do it to such an extent, right?

Surprise to surprise, the sword in Celtic's hand did not stop, on the contrary, when the pitch-black poisonous snake flew in, the sharp long sword in Celtic's hand suddenly burst out with a brilliant brilliance like the sun!

"Boom!!"

A warm energy fluctuation erupted in the air, and the invisible vortex spread out in all directions, slowly but surely resisting the pitch-black fangs and pushing them back.

At this moment, Celtic's strength as a high-level swordsman was truly revealed.

However, not everyone appreciates this display of strength.

"Really, my lord, what the hell are you doing out there?"

The explosion of high-level aura naturally affected the interior of the castle, which made Ofaril very dissatisfied, she frowned, gritted her teeth, and walked out of the castle - just under the inexplicable vibration just now, the originally decorated banquet hall was covered with another layer of dust, and the tablecloth had to be replaced. This made O'Faryl quite dissatisfied, in her opinion, it was okay if the lord didn't do something for herself, but there was no need to make trouble for herself? What did he think? Although the drinking party was his own suggestion, the lord obviously agreed, didn't he?

However, just as Offariel walked out of the castle and was about to complain to Yuren, her eyes suddenly stopped on Celtic.

The moment she saw Celtic, Offariel's face turned pale and pale, and she hurriedly took a few steps back in a panic, returning to the castle gates. Then she hid herself in the shadows, her back against the wall, gasping for breath. Offariel's face was pale, and at the same time, a trace of cold sweat appeared on her cheeks, which was really hard to imagine for this girl who was always very calm in her life.

"Miss O'Faryl?"

Charlotte, who followed her and walked out with her, asked with some concern when she saw O'Faryl's face. After all, Ofariel's performance was too abnormal now, and she looked at the square outside the door with the same curiosity, but she didn't see anything particularly threatening. But even so, seeing Offariel's abnormal performance, Charlotte still asked with some concern.

"What's wrong with you? What's going on?"

"No, I ............ I ........."

Offariel shook her head, and she glanced at the plaza outside the door again, and this time, it seemed to be a nest of poisonous snakes. Offariel shook her head vigorously, then slowly stepped back. She didn't stop until she reached the end of the hallway, when she was about to enter the hall, and by this time, Ofariel's face was much better than before.

"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte, but I'm feeling a little unwell. As for the arrangement of the reception, it is better to do it as we have agreed before. If the lord asks me, he will say that I am not feeling well, so I will go and rest first......... During this time, I didn't want to see anyone. ”

"Okay. ”

Charlotte could naturally hear that O'Faryl's words were full of loopholes and excuses, not to mention anything else, how could a soul body be sick?, but as a maid, Charlotte also understood that this was not something she should care about, so she smiled and nodded, and O'Faryl let out a long breath, and then showed her a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Miss Charlotte, for please tell Lord Yuren that I will help him take care of a young lady who shouldn't have had an accident. ”

After saying that, O'Faryl immediately turned to leave, she pressed her chest, hurried up the stairs, and came to the room on the third floor, and after reaching the door of a guest room, O'Faryl took a long breath, she closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and then knocked lightly on the door.

"Your Royal Highness Princess Fili, are you there?"

(To be continued)