The palace was very calm, An Fei and the others walked up to the second floor as a small hotel, although the decoration in the palace was not too luxurious, but it looked very clean and tidy, it can be said that it was spotless, and the four corridors reflected the light of the magic lantern like a mirror, illuminating the entire second floor. [No pop-up novel network]

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, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the door a few times. Anfei's memory was very good, and although he didn't pay attention to 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, and lived in five rooms on the same side. If you go to the 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 him to worry about An Fei, one Suzanne is enough to deal with them.

"Who?" came the voice from inside.

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

The priest of light probably didn't expect to encounter danger in the palace, or did something unspeakable, and walked towards the door without any doubt, and An Fei had already heard the urgency in his heart from his hurried footsteps, and quietly avoided it.

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

The long sword in An Fei's hand stabbed out 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 left to fall down then reached out and grabbed the priest by the back of his neck, gently lowering the corpse. It was simpler than he expected, and he thought that killing a priest of light would take some effort to get it done, and it would alarm the others, but it would be as easy as crushing an ant to death.

In fact, the Church of Light has existed for so long, and has formed an independent and complete system in the management of religious affairs and personnel within the church, and most of the attacking priests are members of the arbiter's guild. Priests or bishops stationed in foreign places often have a very incendiary eloquence or a careful mind, which makes the best use of the pope of the Church of Light, and the pope of the Church does not even have such rudimentary administrative skills. And the priest of light beside Rodhart belongs to the latter, he is a very smart man, and his task is to strengthen Rodhart's desire for light, but unfortunately at this time. Being smart doesn't help much, and 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 the ground 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 is only the fake Rodhart and his personal maid, 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 Ann Fei from a distance. An Fei can kill people quietly, she can't, once she starts to do it, the strong fighting spirit fluctuations will wake up the entire building. An Fei bent down in 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 are Rodhart's teacher, and An Fei is too lazy to take care of those two useless waste materials who only know 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, and the long sword in the statue's hand was made of bronze, and An Fei broke the long sword in two with his fingers, and then walked to the door of a room, stretched the blade into the clasp, and the blade of the sword had pierced deep into the door frame with his thumb.

Shrouded in white scorching light, Suzanne slammed through the door and threw herself into the room of the middle-level swordsman, whether it was the fluctuation of the fighting spirit 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 was not in a hurry, and returned to the statue to look up and down, and stretched out his hand, and 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 ring buckle, and relied on the power of his thumb to push the broken sword into the door frame, it is relatively easy to break the sword, after all, there is a blade, but the scabbard has a blunt head, but it is not much different for An Fei

The scabbard slammed forward, and with a piercing grinding sound, the scabbard was also deeply framed.

At this time, the innermost door had been opened, and a figure rushed out of it, disheveled, and still 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 holding the scabbard was probably trying to see what was going on, and then draw the sword and make a move, but he ran into An Fei, and he never had a chance to draw the sword again.

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

The next moment, An Fei had flashed into the room like a ghost, and there were still five people left in it, looking at An Fei like statues stupidly, An Fei raised his left hand, 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, and the intelligence said that Rodhart's entourage were all 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 person was an out-and-out high-level swordsman, who only relied on his protective fighting qi to block the attack of the wind blade, but he did not attack An Fei, but turned around and rushed straight to the window at the first time. High-level swordsmen are very common to the current An Fei, but that guy's eyesight is quite good, so he chose to run away in the blink of an eye.

This time, An Fei condensed the water element, the high-level swordsman just pounced in front of the window, a strong spring appeared under him, the high-level swordsman was in mid-air, and he was inevitably rushed by the spring, and his fighting spirit could protect him (the fastest update on the mobile phone novel network), but 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 it pierced deeply into the body of the high-level swordsman.

An Fei tiptoed a little on the windowsill, and his figure flipped out at the same time, and at the same time pulled out his long sword, and the high-ranking swordsman fell heavily to the floor, and there was no longer any breath.

An Fei glanced around again, magic was indeed very useful in battles of different levels, and it was difficult for him to kill four people at the same time in an instant if he used a long sword. Those great magicians 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 big 6, I only saw a great magician slaughtering the city in anger, a great swordsman wanted to slaughter the city, the difficulty coefficient was too great, and when he started to do it, people had already fled in all directions.

Stepping out of the room, 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 it was a wind blade to shake his hand.

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

Another mistake in the intelligence was exposed, and as 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, and when he saw An Fei attacking him, the old man immediately came with a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye, and a small fireball shot towards An Fei.

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

An Fei followed, shook his hand and stabbed out a sword, which was piercing through the old man's open mouth, piercing through 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 couldn't be opened for a while. An Fei walked over slowly, grabbed the scabbard and pulled it out hard, then flew up and kicked the door, the people inside were still desperately pulling the door, and An Fei was flying to help them, they were hit by the door and screamed and fell out.