Taking out the dull dagger from the spatial ring, Yang Ling slowly walked towards Battis.

The fangs of the horned bee beast are extremely sharp, not to mention ordinary swords, even the heavy sword carefully crafted by the mountain dwarves can bite off a single bite, but this dagger picked up in the Valenya Valley is a big surprise, although the appearance is unremarkable, but it is extremely sharp, and even the most powerful horned bee beast does not leave a trace.

"Lord Batis, life and death, do you want to think about it again?" Yang Ling smiled coldly, and while everyone was not paying attention, he quietly summoned a horned bee beast that had evolved to the second order to come out and hide it secretly in his cuffs.

"Joke, I've beheaded Battis countless times in my life, and I'm afraid that your little doll won't make it?"

Batis is proud that he has never lost a formal duel since he studied with the Sword Master Bazak, and he has enjoyed all the glory and wealth since he became the royal swordsman of the Bantu Empire.

After cutting off this guy's head, maybe he will have time to rush back to Yanjing to turn over the book, and Batis is excited. Unexpectedly, he had just lost his fortune in the Red Flower Casino, and in the blink of an eye, business came to the door, as long as he killed Yang Ling, he could get a full 50,000 amethyst coins.

A summoner who doesn't know how to be vindictive wants to leave a scratch on his shield that is filled with vindictive energy, which is simply wishful thinking. Batis looked at Yang Ling who came over with disdain, convinced of Imia's plan.

Today is a good day for Yang Ling's weapons shop, if Yang Ling doesn't dare to compete, it is equivalent to admitting the weapon garbage in his shop, and he won't have to mix it up in Weisen Town in the future; if he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, then it's just right for Yimiya to borrow a knife to kill people.

"Yang Ling, don't go, don't!" looked at the vindictive Batis, and then looked at Yang Ling, who walked over step by step, Sophia rushed out desperately, "Yang Ling, don't care about this madman, let's go back to the Tras Forest!"

Seeing that Yang Ling was forced to play, Sophia's true feelings were revealed, and she was so worried that she burst into tears. I hope that Yang Ling can leave everything behind and go back to the Terras Forest with her to live a dull life.

After hesitating for a moment, Alice also rushed out, her eyes red, "Brother Yang, Sister Sophia is right, this is a crazy person, don't be like him!"

After understanding Battis's strength, Cassie and the others also rushed over and glared at the damn Battis fiercely. If gaze could kill, then Batis would have been killed by them ten thousand times.

"Ibelis, it's too much, a great swordsman uses such shameless means, isn't this intentional killing?"

"yes, that's too much!"

Seeing that the shield in Batis's hand was red, the mercenaries who knew the goods understood that Yang Ling, who was not vindictive, had no chance of winning at all, and understood that the aggressive Batis was deliberately trying to take Yang Ling's surname, and there were many discussions.

"Hmph, if you are not convinced, go ahead, I, Batis, will send him on his way!" After hearing everyone's discussion, the great swordsman Batis said viciously, and where the Yin Owl's gaze passed, people closed their mouths one after another. After all, the strength of a great sword master is not trivial, even a mercenary who has experienced a hundred battles does not dare to cause trouble, dare to be angry but dare not speak.

"Michelle, I'm sure this is a murder, if this great swordsman has no enmity with that young man, he was invited by the young man's enemy!"

Outside the crowd, a man and a woman rode on two tall white horses. The man's eyes were sharp, he was dressed in black heavy armor, a Viking heavy sword at his waist, and a two-person black iron spear in his hand, obviously an elite knight. The woman's face was covered with a half-sheer veil, and she held a black staff as thick as the handle of a knife in her hand, apparently a mysterious magician.

"Cruise, as a Templar, are you ready to sit idly by?" The veiled mage frowned, looked at the invincible Batis not far away, and said disapplausively: "The warrior union of the Bantu Empire is becoming more and more undisciplined, and a great swordsman actually uses this method on a young man who does not know any fighting spirit!"

Looking at the crowd on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, the heavily armored knight said coldly: "This great swordsman is indeed too much, but, Michelle, we have a secret mission this time, and it will be difficult to deal with it if we reveal our identity after we make a move!"

Hearing Cruise say this, and then looking at Yang Ling, who was not far away, the magician Michelle sighed softly, and didn't say anything more, just silently clenched the staff in his hand.

"Warriors, I'm glad you came here today!" Yang Ling gently pushed away the worried Sophia and Alice, and strode over to Battis, "In my hand is an ordinary dagger made by a mountain dwarf, now, let's see if this great swordsman's shield is strong, or our dagger is sharp!"

After raising the dagger in his hand to the onlookers, Yang Ling walked over to Batis without changing his face, as if he didn't know the power of the Great Sword Master at all.

At the same time, seeing Yang Ling coming over step by step, Batis smiled coldly, and subconsciously poured all the fighting energy in his body into the shield in his right hand. Suddenly, the shield emitted a circle of blinding red light, and from a distance, it looked like a raging flame.

"Oh my God, poor boy!"

"Ibilis, I've seen a fool, but I've never seen such a stupid guy walk like a log and die!"

"Hehe, I dare to say, this young boss must be a gentleman who comes to open his mouth, and he doesn't know how powerful the Great Sword Master is!" The triangular eye who thought he had seen the world gloated, "There is a good show to watch now, after the young man dies, his family will definitely find this great sword master desperately, hehe!"

Looking at the imposing Batis and Yang Ling, who was about to die, people talked a lot. Some people sympathize, some people scold Yang Ling for being so stupid that he doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and some people gloat.

In the midst of people's discussions, Yang Ling tried his best to use the magic power in his body, suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards Batis, who was empty-eyed, like lightning. The cuff of his right hand was unbiased, just aimed at Batis's chest.

Just when people thought that Yang Ling was going to die, an accident happened!

Batis, whose face was full of disdain, suddenly shook his body, and the flame-like red light on the shield dissipated like a tide, followed by Yang Ling's dagger stabbed like lightning, and the 'poof' sound pierced the hard heavy shield.

The dignified Batu Empire's royal great sword master actually lost at the hands of a young man who didn't know how to fight?

Stunned to see the sudden accident, people couldn't recover for a long time, and the audience was silent, until Yang Ling put the dagger on Batis's neck, and the people became a sensation.

"Kill him!"

"Ibilis, cut off his dog's head!"

The people shouted hoarsely, especially the mercenaries who licked the blood on the knife edges, and waved their weapons vigorously as they roared. It seems that the arrogant Great Sword Master has already committed public anger.

"You"

After being carelessly shot three stingers by the horned bee beast, Batis was powerless. Unexpectedly, just as he wanted to scold Yang Ling for being despicable, there was a pain in his neck, and a trace of blood flowed down.

"It seems that the throat of the Great Swordsman is the same as that of ordinary people, it will bleed!" Looking at the frightened Batis, Yang Ling said coldly: "Is it better to cut the throat with a dagger, or to use an axe to chop off the entire pig's head?" Or, give you a five-horse corpse?"

Looking at the cold light that flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and then looking at the cold smile on his face, Batis trembled, didn't dare to speak anymore, and didn't move. As an experienced swordsman, he understood that the dagger on his throat was not a broken piece of iron, as long as Yang Ling swiped lightly, he would have to say goodbye to this world of flowers.

Batis regretted it and cursed the eight generations of Imia's ancestors. If he hadn't been too careless and had transported all his body protection and fighting qi to the shield to show off, how could he, a dignified royal great sword master, be attacked by Yang Ling! If Imia provided accurate and detailed information, how could he be defenseless and reduced to the point where he was now slaughtered by others!

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