Witt Dion landed on the branch with the wings of the wind on his back, feeling in a trance, he quickly knelt on the thick branch, held the trunk with one hand, pressed his chest with the other, and spewed out a mouthful of turbidity:

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Hiss~"

I underestimated the enemy!

Since the assassination of his grandfather, who raised him, Witt Dion has been under the command of Victor Mu. A month earlier, when Witte Dion had been ordered to assassinate the Duke of Orlando, he had fought Andy Orlando. At that time, he had just witnessed the death of his father and brother, and his unprecedented combat strength exploded, but he was easily suppressed by Witt Dion after a series of battles, and if it were not for the chaos caused by the rebels' large-scale looting, he would have been killed on the spot.

Andy Orlando's talent in the samurai is clear to Witt Dion, who is also the son of the Imperial Capital, and he is known as the boy who is most likely to ascend to the rank of martial saint in the last hundred years, although his subsequent performance has made half the continent fall through the glasses.

In the fight a month ago, Andy Orlando was a new would-be martial artist. Growing into a senior quasi-martial artist in a month, although it is perverted, it is not unimaginable, the key is the moves. A month ago, he had a fighting spirit and a serious lack of combat experience, although he was over-performing because of anger, but he was still relatively weak compared to ordinary would-be martial artists who had studied hard and practiced hard.

A month later, Andy Orlando is not only extremely experienced in combat, but also has learned a set of exquisite swordsmanship somewhere. As soon as Witt Dion came into contact, he was slightly lighter than the enemy, and his defense was broken by a set of combos, and a sword qi pierced his chest, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have to explain there on the spot.

"The traitor looks at the sword !!"

Witt Dion, who had just taken a breath, naturally fell under the tree, and the wings of the wind unfurled, and after only falling less than two meters, he resumed his flight attitude. As soon as Witt Dion's feet left the branch, Andy's thin sword pierced into the branch, and the condensed sword qi penetrated through the branch, and the branch with reduced strength could not withstand the impact of Andy Orlando falling on it, and the whole thing broke apart, making a "click" sound.

Witt Dion flew out more than ten meters and landed on the ground full of humus, half-kneeling and panting. The sword at the beginning of the war pierced the lobes of the lungs, although in this world of magic, piercing the lobes of the lungs is not a major injury, as long as you find the opportunity, a simple healing technique can be cured, and it does not affect the battle. However, under the pressure of Andy Orlando, Witt Dion has never been able to find a chance to treat himself.

"Boom!~"

The broken branches fell to the ground, stirring up a large pile of fallen leaves flying in the air. The fallen leaves surged in the air and suddenly dispersed, and Andy Orlando chased after him with a sword, forcing Witt Dion to throw out the remaining excited wind elements in his hand. A bolt of lightning slashed at Andy Orlando in the void, Andy retracted his sword and swept it, and the long sword full of fighting spirit collided with the thunder of the void, making a crisp "pop!" sound, and Andy flew back at an unabated speed.

Witt Dion, who had been temporarily safe, did not dare to be careless, the elements in the excited state at hand had been exhausted, and because the lung lobes were pierced, the elemental breathing effect was very poor, and he could not waste time.

Andy Orlando knew in his heart that no matter how talented and perverted he was, it would be impossible for him to win against Witt Dion in a month, but it was not impossible to drag the other party to death, but Witt Dion's light enemy at the beginning gave Andy a chance. The puncture of the lung lobe is a very serious injury that affects the combat state, although there is a healing magic, this is not a serious injury, what Andy has to do at this time is to press step by step, and must not give Witt Dion a chance to heal.

For a month, he practiced swordsmanship every day, in order to regain the wasted time in the past, and also to make up for the pain of losing his family with fatigue.

Every day when you are tired until you fall asleep, there is no time to suffer.

Witt Dion is not his real enemy, at best he is an executor, a knife, and the person with the knife is the one he really deserves revenge, Andy Orlando knows this. But compared to the behemoth-like Holy See or the ominous speaker, Witte Dion, who is indeed more specific as a knife, is more able to use hatred.

Feeling the slightly sluggish fighting spirit in his body, Witt Dion is a magician rank, and Andy Orlando is a quasi-samurai rank, with the same level, but Andy Orlando is definitely not Witt Dion's opponent, this is the price paid by Andy Orlando for his wasted cultivation, the weakest in the same rank!

Andy Orlando knew this very well, and when he came out and said what he had said, he didn't think he would win. For him, it doesn't matter if he can win or not, what matters is whether Witt Dion will die or not, and he will pay any price for it!

If at the beginning, Andy could still control himself with reason, understand the gap between himself and Witt Dion, and not fight hard, then this control had collapsed when he found that Witt Dion had been pierced in the chest and injured his lung lobe. A real chance to kill Witt Dion came to Andy's eyes, and the of sanity was washed down by hatred, and Andy Orlando had lost his thoughts.

A bolt of lightning struck Andy Orlando, and Witt Dion held his chest with one hand and shivered and poured a bottle of healing potion, but unfortunately this thing was not a legendary elixir, and it would be fine immediately, and Witt Dion had to maintain his elemental breath while dragging his injured body deeper into the woods. If you want to heal the injury immediately, you must rely on the light healing spell with the healing potion, but Witt Dion did not condense the light element at first, and later, the lung lobes were pierced, and the speed of the elemental breath condensing the element was not as fast as the speed consumed by the battle with Andy, where was there still time to condense the light element.

Sheltered by the bushes and cushioned by the thick layers of fallen leaves, Witte Dion bowed his head and rolled through the small space under the bushes by inertia into a ditch made by the rain. I don't think that although the vegetation above this ditch is luxuriant and the soil layer is very thick, there is not even a single grass below, and the rain has taken away a little soil, and it is as bare as bare as the cobblestone in the riverbed.

Witt Dion rolled down a steep slope nearly ten meters high without any protection, and fell these cobblestones, feeling like his lungs were about to break, and he might not have received the slightest injury at all, but it gave Witt Dion an unexpected blow.

"Ahem...... Burst...... Damn, this mad dog...... Hmm~cough cough......"

While cursing, Witt Dion walked down the mountain along the ditch with his hands and feet, and the opposite side was still a steep slope of nearly ten meters, although it was not impossible to climb up, but the lightning just now could not stop Andy Orlando for long, at this time, he needed to open the distance as soon as possible to hide himself, no matter which direction he went.

A single lightning bolt naturally couldn't stop Andy Orlando for long, but the broken wood in that place caused Andy a little trouble when he was beaten back. In fact, Andy's body was already riddled with holes at this time, and although he was not seriously injured, he looked as miserable as Witt Dion, with traces of magical injuries everywhere, marks left by impacts and blows on rocks and giant trees, and puncture injuries caused by broken wood and gravel. At this time, Andy had already ignored these, forcibly pulled out his left arm inserted in the wooden thorn, kicked the ground hard, and chased after him with a sword.

"Witt Dion !! !!! his life"

The boiling fighting qi caused the air to form a cyclone and swept away the fallen leaves, and Andy Orlando swept with his sword, breaking through all obstacles in an instant, and leaping over the drainage ditch formed by the rain. Catching a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, he hurriedly hid himself behind the cobblestone, Andy Orlando turned around in the air, and his feet fell heavily on the giant tree on the opposite side of the ditch at the same time, and then kicked hard, the trunk made a "click" sound, although it looked intact on the surface, but the tree was obviously broken inside, and it could not withstand the wind and rain.

Witt Dion's plan to hide was completely frustrated, and Andy Orlando instantly appeared above him, looking at the opponent who had beaten him so much that he couldn't find North a month ago, but now he was curling up, trying to hide himself behind a stone, but then his eyes were flooded with hatred.

"Dragons from the Sky!!

"Light Guardian !!"

The top-down attack collided with the holy light of the defenses that had spread out against the dirt slopes on either side of the gutter, sending out a deafening roar that sent the ground trembling, and the golden flash pierced through the cover of the dense forest and spread into the distance, attracting the attention of the Templars who were gathering scattered in the trees.

The blow was not complete, Andy Orlando worked harder to promote the fighting spirit, and kept smashing the Holy Light Guardian Shield, making a loud sound of "Oo~Oo~". Witt Dion finally gathered some light elements, but before he could heal himself, he was forced to release them by Andy's attack, and the continuous smashing forced Witt Dion to desperately strengthen the elemental breath to gather the elements and fill the defense of the magic shield. The large amount of magic extracted made the meridians of the arm faintly painful, and the magic shield in the form of a sphere formed a gathering effect, and Witt Dion only felt like he was in a bell, and was knocked by Andy Orlando outside, "oh~oh~", the sound wave shook his blood boiling, and he felt that the injury was aggravated again.

The action of force is reciprocal.

In order to protect itself, the human body instinctively limits its own output, so most of the full strength that people say is 50%~60% of their own total strength, which is also the essential reason why many people can break through their own limits and do many things that they can't usually do at critical moments. Why does the human body instinctively control this power? Because this power itself hurts the owner.

Driven by hatred, Andy Orlando broke through the body's instinct for self-preservation, and was able to attack Witt Dion's Light Guardian with all his might, and paid the price himself. Under the continuous attacks, Andy's hands were broken and his muscles were broken, and he could only rely on his fighting spirit to support him, but even so, he had reached the limit. If nothing else, it won't be long before Andy is desperately recovering from an internal injury in his arm, while Witt Dion is desperately condensing the elements, and the two face off silently again.

Nearby, the Templars, who heard the sound and rushed over to check what was going on, finally found the person who had caused the noise.

"The Great Light Cross Sword Slashes !!"

If nothing else...... Belch......

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