When I woke up again, it was dawn. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info After a night's sleep, the exhausted spirit finally got a good rest, and the body felt a powerful force surging, and the surprised Sarion couldn't wait to come outside the cave. The sun had already risen three poles, and the warm sunlight was shining on the earth, and Saarion could even feel the power in his body interacting with the sun. Perhaps this is the power of the paladin, and all the justice and warmth in the world can provide a source of strength.

Sarion took a deep breath to calm his mind, then fell to one knee, bowed his head in meditation, and tried to communicate with the Light again. He had just gained the power of the paladin, and he was not yet proficient in the use of the mysteries of the holy light, and in meditation, Sarion seemed to have come to a void space, and an open door was in front of him, and the door was filled with a warm and easy-going, powerful and familiar light, and Sarion stretched out his hand to summon the power inside the door. The light answered the call, and like a horse hearing its master's whistle, galloped merrily toward Saarion. A smile appeared on his face, "Come on, all the power in your body, let it be at the mercy of your master!". Suddenly, another door was inexplicably opened, and a dark and terrifying black qi swirled in it, a powerful and strange darkness, as if it had also been summoned by its master, and rushed towards Sarion like the Holy Light, one light and one darkness went hand in hand, scrambling to rush into the summoner's outstretched palm.

Sarion, who suddenly opened his eyes and came back from meditation, couldn't believe what had just happened, could it be that in addition to the holy light, there was a mysterious power hidden deep in his body. What kind of existence is that terrible black power, and why does it obey its own call like the holy light? Sarion stared incredulously at the right hand absorbing the power, the holy light and the darkness in meditation are so realistic! All this is not illusory, and while feeling the warmth of the holy light, I also feel the coldness of the darkness. Fear hit him suddenly, cold sweat already appeared on his forehead, and his rapidly beating heart made him gasp for air.

"Are you alright?"

Sarion took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and slowly stood up, "I'm fine, maybe the load on my body hasn't fully recovered!"

"It's okay, come, put on this armor. With that, a silver armor was placed in place by the wings, "I've been resting long enough, I must hurry today, call me when I'm ready." Wings turned away, out of Sarion's sight.

His mind was still tightly attached to the unknown force, and after mechanically putting on his armor, he found that there was still a sword and a half on the ground, and he drew his sword out of its sheath, looking at the cold light on the blade, and Saarion was surprised to find that the fear and dazedness had disappeared, replaced by the comfort of the sword in his hand and the desire to fight. That's right, no matter what that darkness is, I'm a paladin now, it's real. The power of long-term thinking has finally come true. All the ridicule and ridicule, all the contempt and injustice, will no longer exist, people will be afraid of their own power, and they will be admired wherever they go, this is what it feels like to be strong!

Swung the sword twice vigorously, and the movements were so smooth. It feels like the armor and the half-sword are quite good. Let's start with this silver armor, handsome and beautiful, proportional to the body, without hindering movement, each joint is flexible and strong, the armor is very strong, but not very heavy, at first glance it is a first-class armor. In addition, this half-handed sword, with a flowing sword body and an elegantly embellished hilt, is of moderate length and weight, and it is an excellent weapon for fighting under the horse with both hands and wielding it with both hands without losing its strength and range, and wielding it with one hand, without lacking speed and dexterity.

"Whoosh" twice, just as Sarion sighed at the sophistication of the armor and the half-sword in his hand, two hidden weapons suddenly shot out of the grass. The speed was fast, mixed with the sound of the wind.

"Bang bang" two more sounds, it was the sound of metal colliding. Saarion easily blocked the hidden weapon with a half-sword in his hand, and pointed at the grass and shouted, "Who, get out!"

The figure that came out of the grass startled Sarion, "Wings, what do you want to do?"

"Test your strength. As soon as the words fell, Feather Wing pulled out the dagger in his waist and struck at Saarion like lightning.

"Ding Ding Ding" The continuous metal impact, the sword and the dagger were intertwined, "Stop the wings, I'm a paladin, you will never be able to beat me, don't hit the stone with an egg!" Sarion shouted at the wings, while parrying the dagger's attack, his mouth said this, but his heart was quite excited: "I can finally try my strength, this feeling is really wonderful, the feeling of being a strong man, the feeling of having power!"

"How do you know if you don't try, come on, paladin, let me see how good you are. The wings did not mean to stop, on the contrary, the attack became more intense.

People call powerful archers windrangers, because they have mastered the meaning of the wind, and the bows and arrows they shoot are faster, more accurate, and farther under the action of the wind. Although he is good at long-range archery, his wings in hand-to-hand combat are still not inferior to others. The innate talent of the elf race makes her movements extremely agile, coupled with the hard training she has acquired, every thrust and slash is powerful and tricky. The average trainee knight has been stabbed to death under such a fierce attack, but although the opponent is a student who has not yet graduated from the knight academy, he has mastered the mystery of the Holy Light, and in the face of such an aggressive attack, he did not feel the pressure at all, and the blessing of the Holy Light made him get a qualitative leap in swordsmanship and reaction, dodging, dodging, blocking, every attack, was easily resolved by Sarion. "Not enough, not enough, this level of fighting, can't satisfy me, I crave a more dangerous challenge!" Sarion's thirst for battle reached its extreme.

After a few rounds of attack, Feather Wing found that this level of attack could not cause any damage to the unchanging Sarion, so he frowned and attacked with all his might. The movements are faster, the force is greater, and every blow is straight to the point, regardless of the relationship between the opponent and himself.

"This woman wants to kill me, she's dangerous, she's a bad person, she wants to take my life, she can't have mercy on her, kill her, kill her!" Wing's strong fighting spirit was captured by Sarion, and the threat was greatly amplified in his mind, and a wave of murderous intent suddenly surged into his heart. "Scared!" shouted, he turned from defense to offense, the half-sword in his hand was like a part of his body, it was easy to use in place, slashing left and right, splitting and picking thorns, everything was so handy, pressing step by step, mercilessly. Saarion was now completely immersed in the frenzied pleasure of attacking, apparently not remembering who the enemy was in front of him, and was bent on killing him.

At the beginning, the wings were still able to parry, but gradually, the pressure became more and more intense, until now the desperate resistance, every time it is narrowly evaded the attack, there is not even time to be surprised, the deadly attack hits like a storm, and the slightest carelessness will kill the sword. The mask hid her struggling expression, and her clenched teeth didn't even give her a chance to relax. The frown tightened to the maximum, and the sweat on his forehead was like beads of broken thread, dripping one by one.

The sword-wielding hands draw a perfect half-moon slash from left to right, straight to the opponent's neck, speed and power coexist, and the drive is neat. Wing's eyes widened, this... This.. It was simply a threat of death, and instinct told itself that he had to dodge the blow or he would die. Dodging as hard as he could, the blade brushed against his long eyelashes. Before the cold light of the sword body left her eyeball, a powerful palm grabbed her throat, and her leaning back body was directly pressed to the ground. Saarion grabbed her neck with one hand, and aimed the tip of his sword at her eyebrows with the other.

"Hahahaha... Hahaha!" "Sarion, who was in a victorious posture, let out a beastly laugh when he saw the subdued enemy, and his voice was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. The holy light was all swallowed up by the shadows, and at this time, the heart was completely occupied by darkness, and the aura of death emanated from the body.

Wings looked at his opponent with difficulty breathing, and a terrifying look shot out of Sarion's brow that no ordinary human could have, as if he was about to be eaten alive, like a terrible viper from a nightmare, and the level of horror was unforgettable for the rest of his life. I don't know how many battles of the wings, how many times I have brushed shoulders with death, I have never had such fear, just that look is enough to destroy all the enemy's psychological defenses.

"Die, scum!" Sarion roared wildly, and his voice became hoarse!

"Ahh~~~~~~~~~~~h