The palace is very calm, An Fei and the others walked up to the second floor unimpeded, as a hotel, although the decoration in the palace is not too luxurious, but it looks very clean and tidy, it can be said to be spotless, the four corridors reflect the light of the magic lantern like a mirror, illuminating the entire second floor. 【】

An Fei looked around, quickly overlapping the surrounding scene with the map in his mind, he strode to the door of a room, listened intently for a moment, and then reached out and knocked on the door a few times. Anfei's memory was very good, and although he didn't bother to look at Chris's map, he also remembered that the priest of light lived here, and Rodhart's retinue was divided into one, one, three, four, and seven, living in five rooms on the same side. If you go to the long corridor on the south side of the stairs, those rooms are inhabited by Rodhart's guards, the most powerful of which is a mid-level swordsman, as well as four low-level swordsmen and a group of swordsmen, these people don't need to worry about Anfei, one Suzanne is enough to deal with them.

"Who?" came the voice from inside.

An Fei glanced at Susanna, and Suzanne immediately understood what An Fei meant, and called out in a low voice, "It's me." ”

The priest of light, perhaps not expecting to encounter danger in the palace, or to do something unspeakable, walked towards the door without doubt, and An Fei had already heard the urgency in his heart from his hurried footsteps, and quietly avoided the side.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a very personable priest poked his head out and waved to Susanna, and he stayed there in no time.

The long sword in An Fei's hand stabbed silently, and lightning passed through the priest's neck, and blood sprayed out like mist, leaving countless spots on the clean corridor.

An Fei Wei turned to one side. The corpse that had been knocked down by the servant then reached out and grabbed the priest by the back of the neck, and gently lowered the corpse. Things were even simpler than he expected, he thought that killing a priest of light should take some effort and trouble, and if he didn't do it, he would alarm others, but who knew that the result would be as easy as crushing an ant to death.

In fact, the Church of Light has existed for such a long time, and has formed an independent and complete system for the management of religious affairs and personnel within the church, and most of the offensive priests are members of the arbiter's guild. Priests or bishops stationed in other places often have a very incendiary eloquence or a careful mind, which makes the best use of people, and the pope of the Church of Light will not even have such a rudimentary administrative ability. And the priest of light next to Rodhart belongs to the latter, he is a very intelligent man, and his task is to strengthen Rodhart's yearning for light, but unfortunately at this time. Being smart doesn't help, he doesn't have a chance to show it at all.

"Susanna, it's up to you to deal with that mid-level swordsman, he's across from that magic lamp. An Fei pointed his finger and whispered, "Chris, you go to the third floor, you have to solve your own stand-in with your own hands." ”

Chris looked at the corpse on the ground. Without saying anything, he silently turned around and walked towards the stairs.

An Fei is not worried about Chris's safety, the third floor is where Yolande lives, and now there are only the fake Rodhart and his personal maid on it, plus a few nurses and children, and the combined combat power is also negligible.

Suzanne had already walked over to the magic lantern and glanced back at An Fei from a distance. An Fei can kill people quietly, she can't, once she starts to do it, the strong fighting energy fluctuations will wake up the whole building. An Fei bent down and made a 'please' gesture, like a polite gentleman, and then his figure slowly stepped back, and there were two people living in the rooms on his left and right. You can have your own room in the palace. These two people are not low. They were Rodhart's teachers, and Anfei was too lazy to take care of those two useless waste materials who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. It's not too late to clean them up in the end.

When Suzanne pulled out the long sword, An Fei had already walked to a life-size statue, the long sword in the statue's hand was made of bronze, An Fei's fingers were forceful, and he broke the long sword in two, and then walked to the door of a room, stretched the blade into the clasp, and with a thumb, the blade had pierced deeply into the door frame.

Shrouded in white scorching light, Suzanne slammed through the door and pounced into the room of the middle-level swordsman, whether it was the wave of vindictiveness or the roar of the door panel being smashed, it was enough to wake people up, An Fei had already heard someone shouting in the room behind him, he returned to the statue in a hurry, looked up and down, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the copper scabbard on the statue was also broken by him.

An Fei walked to the door of another room, repeated the action just now, put the scabbard into the clasp, and relied on the strength of his thumb to push the broken sword into the door frame, after all, the broken sword has a blade, but the scabbard has a blunt head, but it is not much different for An Fei

The scabbard slammed forward, and in the harsh grinding sound, the scabbard was also deeply framed.

At this time, the door of the innermost room had been opened, and a figure rushed out of it, disheveled, and holding a long sword with a sheath in his hand, the so-called sheath means that the long sword was still in the scabbard, and the person was holding the scabbard, maybe he wanted to see what was going on before drawing the sword and making a move, but when he touched An Fei, he never had a chance to draw the sword again.

An Fei's figure floated up, and the distance of seven or eight meters passed in an instant, and his left knee swept out fiercely, hitting the man's chest hard, and the man didn't even have time to scream, and he flew out of the door. The second man had just stepped out of the door with one foot and was hit by his companion's body, and just as he was dizzy, An Fei's long sword had already stabbed under his companion's ribs and into his chest.

The next moment, An Fei had already flashed into the room like a ghost, and there were still five people left in it looking at An Fei stupidly like statues. With a flick, more than thirty wind blades appeared in the air, shooting at the five people with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the intelligence said that Rodhart's entourage were idle and incompetent characters, and now it seems that something went wrong, four of them were shot by the wind blade and there were blood holes everywhere, and the last one was an out-and-out high-level swordsman, who blocked the attack of the wind blade only by relying on his protective fighting spirit, but he did not attack An Fei, but turned around and rushed straight to the window at the first time. A high-level swordsman is very ordinary for An Fei now, but that guy's eyesight is quite good, and he actually saw the contrast between strength and weakness in the blink of an eye and chose to escape.

This time An Fei condensed the water element, the high-level swordsman just rushed to the window, a strong spring appeared under him, the high-level swordsman was in mid-air and could not avoid it, and was rushed by the spring, the fighting spirit could protect his body, but it could not dissolve the power of the spring, the high-level swordsman rushed up obliquely and hit the window frame.

Before the high-level swordsman fell, An Fei had already arrived, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at an extremely tricky angle, leaving only a pause that was imperceptible to the naked eye when the blade came into contact with the fighting spirit of the high-level swordsman, and then stabbed deeply into the body of the high-level swordsman.

An Fei toe on the windowsill a little, his body flipped upside down, and at the same time he drew his long sword, and the high-level swordsman fell heavily to the floor, no longer breathless.

An Fei glanced around again, in battles of different levels, magic was indeed very useful, if he used a long sword, it would be difficult to kill four people at the same time in an instant. Those great swordsmen are more likely to gain the awe of others than the great swordsman, and there is a certain amount of truth, in the historical records of the mainland, only see the great magician slaughtering the city in anger, a great swordsman wants to slaughter the city, the difficulty coefficient is too great, and when he starts to do it, people have already fled in all directions.

Stepping out of the door, An Fei saw an old man walking out of the room with a suspicious face, it was Rodhart's teacher, An Fei didn't think about it, and shook his hand like a wind blade.

An Fei's release of a wind blade is instantaneous, and the release of fifty wind blades is also instantaneous, but everyone has their own unique habits, when you can kill the opponent with seven points of strength, An Fei will never use eight points of strength, just now he released more than thirty wind blades at once, that is because he can't accurately control the direction of multiple wind blades with his spiritual power, so he simply came to a covering attack, and now there is only one target, so one wind blade is enough.

Another mistake in the intelligence was exposed, with a cloud of reddish light, the wind blade disappeared in the old man's chest, it turned out that when he walked out of the door, he had blessed himself with a magic shield, seeing An Fei attacking him, the old man immediately came to a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and a small fireball shot towards An Fei.

An Fei was only stunned for a moment, his figure rushed forward like lightning, stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and the small fireball reflected towards the old man's face at a faster speed, and the old man saw that the small fireball he released would attack him in turn, and he was stunned on the spot: "Demon Control ......" Before he finished his words, the small fireball had already exploded in his face.

An Fei followed up and stabbed a sword with his shaking hand, which was piercing through the old man's open mouth and out of the back of his head, looking at the old man's soft and fallen corpse, An Fei frowned, he felt a little uncomfortable, and the scene in front of him reminded him of his own experience.

There was a violent crash behind him, and the people in the two rooms were desperately pulling the door handle, but the outside had been locked by An Fei, and it couldn't be opened for a while. An Fei walked over slowly, grabbed the scabbard, pulled out the scabbard hard, and then flew up and kicked on the door, the people inside were still desperately pulling the door, plus An Fei flew to help the fun, they were hit by the door, screaming and falling out.