A flaming meteor fell down the nearby street, sending out thousands of debris in all directions, setting fire to all the wooden buildings in its path. In the midst of the black smoke, a loud bang came, tearing apart the seemingly inconspicuous tavern in the depths of the alley, and the sharp knife qi rose into the sky, and even the surrounding flames couldn't help but stagnate.

The bartender, who was hiding at the bar, poked his head out and saw that silence had returned to the outside, replaced by a bright light. Although there was smoke outside, it was daytime, which was fundamentally different from the dim light from the cheap candles in the tavern.

The other half of the tavern had vanished into dust and flames, and the remaining half of the space was littered with splatters of flesh and blood. Although it looks miserable, as long as you think back to the strength levels of the two sides in the battle just now, you can only feel extremely fortunate at this time.

The bartender standing at the bar put down the rag and wine glass in his hand, cautiously poked his head out and looked out, suddenly, the hand that had been stained with blood grabbed the edge of the bar, and then a long knife that was not stained with blood at all slammed on the wooden countertop of the bar.

The bartender retracted his neck, carefully looked at the long knife stuck in the table, and couldn't help but admire: "It's really a good knife, it's a bit of a waste for you." ”

"Knives are used to cut people, and it is a waste to put them there and not use them. Covered in bruises, Elle climbed up from under the bar, tilted his head to look at Cyprus and asked, "Are you having fun hiding here?"

"You can't say that......" Cypriot picked up the rag and wine glass, wiped it twice, and smiled at El calmly, "This is your inner world, this is your war." It doesn't matter to you who I am. ”

"Does it really matter?" El asked coldly, "If this is my inner world, then who gathered these bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods together to trap people?"

"Don't pass the buck, it's your own problem. Cyprius said: "In fact, you know best in your own heart that these gentlemen have not shown their true strength. What they show is only the impression you remember of them. I don't know who they are, but I'm sure if any of them were here, you wouldn't have won so easily. （(7764)）”

"Which eye of yours sees me a little relaxed?" said El angrily, wiping the blood from his face and slapping it on the table. Blackbeard and Roger's double attack made him suffer enough, and the two generations of robber kings before and after were on par with El in terms of strength, although they did not show the true strength of the Golden Scimitar, but these two guys should not underestimate their own hole cards. Although he was in a perfect state, it took a lot of effort to kill them, and he was covered in bruises, if he wasn't in the illusion, I am afraid that he would be in mortal danger.

"You didn't command your pet to join the battle all the while. Cyprius asked with a cold snort, pointing to little Langa, who was squatting on the side and doing nothing.

"I just didn't get a chance...... El couldn't help but explain.

"That's because you know you can't die. Cyprus said.

At this moment, El was almost covered in wounds, his body was almost stabbed into a sieve, and there was a river of blood under his feet. But when he heard Cyprius's words, he fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

Cypriot, who was a guest bartender, was very understanding and handed over a glass of wine, and El took it and drank it up. The taste of alcohol was also familiar, an aging he found in the basement of the White Lion family's castle. The spicy liquor rolled in his stomach, and El exhaled heavily, his body shook slightly, and all the wounds on his body, large and small, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the shattered velociraptor leather armor on his body began to repair itself.

"There's a question I want to ask in particular, but I don't know if you'd like to answer it. El pushed away his glass and said to Cyprus, "I heard that the North Wind family has a special skill in cultivating swordsmanship masters, I want to know, what kind of obstacles will those little devils in your family encounter when they follow this path?"

"On this issue, first of all, I must correct a few basic mistakes of yours. Cyprus raised his eyebrows, coughed and said, "First of all, I am not a member of the North Wind family, and secondly, you yourself are a little ghost. As for the problems that others have, that's someone else's problem. ”

"The heir of the North Wind family, such as the little girl who has been particularly talented recently, she was still an ignorant child when she walked this path, she couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and her enemies were her father and master. And you're different, you knew it was an illusion from the first time you came in, and those enemies in your heart were at least the grade of the silver rank, how could this scene go on again?"

El smiled bitterly, of course he understood what Cyprus meant, the white stone path was the silver secret realm that the North Wind Sword Saint had manifested, and to put it bluntly, it was a toy for his own children. Purely from the realm point of view, he is now taking this path a little beyond the standard. This kind of battle with the enemy in the heart is definitely beneficial for a Bronze-rank warrior, but it is not interesting to stand at the level of the Silver Rank.

In other words, it's cool, but it's pointless.

"I thought I could find something to learn from along the way. El muttered to himself in frustration.

"The killing has blinded you and made you lose your way. ”

Cyprus suddenly uttered such a sentence, and he spread out his hand to show El what he had in his hand, which was a torn piece of clothing.

"Hell, I knew!" El kicked over the bar, his nerves had just relaxed after the high-intensity battle he had just had, and he was furious at the sight of Cyprus standing by and leisurely playing soy sauce, and for a moment he had forgotten his other purpose. He had almost forgotten that he was not here to fight for the sake of fighting, and that there was a more worthy reason for him to move forward.

Despite the war in the outside world, the tavern, which has collapsed in half, still maintains a quiet place where two people can talk in a low voice, because this is a hypocritical fantasy world, and nothing is impossible. As soon as I stepped out of the threshold that no longer existed, the scorching soot from outside hit my face. El cursed inhumane in his heart, covered his mouth and nose, roughly identified a direction and sped away.

The undead soldiers on the street were still side by side, and they couldn't see the front and back. Now that El knew that there was no point in dwelling with these near-real illusions, his heart moved, and little Langa who was following him spread his wings and flew up, the jewel in his brow flickering. With a single breath of air, the light of the Secret Sword instantly tore through the entire street, opening an unhindered passage in front of El.

"Good, that's all. El nodded, and with a force under his feet, the whole person flew out like a fast arrow, and quickly passed through the burning street before the surrounding undead soldiers could gather.

What the Sword Master of the North Wind left behind was his own Silver Secret Realm, and the illusion in it was only an incidental trial, and naturally it was impossible to simulate an entire city in all directions like the Mirror Illusion that Adrian used the fraudsters to arrange back then. In the eyes of El, who has experienced the big scene, this illusion is simply full of flaws that cannot be seen directly, like a wooden rocking chair made by a blacksmith, the technique is simple and crude, and the details of logic are not considered at all.

From the outset he believed that Cyprus was the actual manipulator of the illusion, and although he himself denied it, after a few hard words to El's second meeting with him, he stepped out of the tavern to find that the illusion had begun to abandon the temperament, like a broken jar, completely abandoning all the inconsequential elements.

Under the detection of the True Eye, El saw that the city behind him was gradually collapsing, and in fact, except for the route he had chosen, the other city blocks that were set as the background began to crumble rapidly. After he passed through the undead soldiers, the number of undead soldiers on the streets quickly decreased, replaced by the more difficult Landwalker mass-produced Flame Hounds. These reconnaissance troops under the Ranga Aka Rosette don't know what the hell is combined, their combat effectiveness has skyrocketed, their strength and speed have reached the level of elite troops, and they have actually added a self-detonation function!

El had just carved his way out of the suddenly refreshed horde of flame hounds, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a wall in front of him collapse and a dozen hellhorned demons descend from the sky, and the young demon warlock of the Kemal family appeared from the flames with a sinister smile.

At this time, El didn't bother to think about the weakness of the demon warlock, because this guy had long been a defeated under his own hands, and even if he killed him, it was impossible to get any gain, but such a number of hell horned demons brought him more pressure, this thing was not only strong, rough skin and thick flesh but also tenacious vitality, it was very troublesome to kill, and now it was a disaster to appear in groups.

No sooner had the thought crossed El's mind than he despaired to see that the number of Hellhorn Demons had doubled out of thin air, and that they had also been turned into amphibious troops with bat wings.

"Hey, hey, you're going too far!" Elle shouted at the sky in a cold sweat, and of course he didn't get any answer. This is a fantasy, a world that has evolved from his heart. Although he was reluctant to admit it, this was what he wanted to be a stronger enemy to sharpen himself.

Since the quality is not up to standard, it is also a way to make up for it with quantity.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

(Jiangsu.com)