"So powerful?" Angliel suddenly withdrew his mental power, the black water vortex in front of him slowly disappeared, and his vision returned to darkness.

"Hmm," he groaned, clutching his head and shaking vigorously, "Frerela, can you go to the caravan apothecary and buy me some medicine?"

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on her back a short distance from her side, her eyes in a state of distraction.

"Freira?!" Anglie repeated. He just made an excuse to break her up.

"Oh yes, I'll go right away. Only then did Friela react, got up, rolled over, jumped out of the carriage, and trotted towards the carriage in front of her.

Anglie watched as Freira's figure disappeared around the corner of the carriage in front of him, and then slowly took out a string of silver tooth necklaces from the bag.

"Those who can be swept out by the tides of time and space and summoned by me are obviously not ordinary creatures. Either the strength and spiritual power are strong enough to be easily located, or the frequency is special and can resonate with the summoning process. ”

Carefully retracting the necklace into his jacket pocket, Angel closed his eyes and began to meditate slowly to restore his damaged mental power.

Wisps of black smoke continued to spill out of his mouth and into his nostrils, but after a few seconds, the black smoke slowly faded and disappeared.

By the side of the carriage, Freira climbed into the wagon with a small taupe leather bag. Seeing that Anglie had her eyes closed and had fallen asleep again, she moved lightly and carefully placed the bag on the wooden box beside Angle.

The sky turned from red to gray and then to black.

The convoy slowly stopped, leaning against the red foliage forest on the side of the road, and several carriages in front and behind formed a circle, with an orange bonfire lit in the middle.

The merchants of the convoy gathered around the campfire to eat the brown bread that had just been baked, and the roasted meat and mushroom soup were all red. Some of them got together to drink and brag after eating in advance, and some of the convoys invited strong guards to wrestle and gamble together.

Freira's pretty little face has been smeared with special herbs by Angle, and has become an ordinary little girl who is not good-looking. At this time, I also went to the guard circle with a guard sister I knew, and ran to the guard circle to watch two muscular female guards wrestling.

The crowd gathered in a circle, and from time to time there were loud cheers.

Angree sat back on the plank of the van. Looking far away in the middle of the crowd, two strong women wrestled and fell around.

Drink!!

One of them, a woman with short dark blonde hair resembling a lion's face, let out a loud cry and exerted her arms. Knock your opponent to the ground.

"Next!" she spat on her palm, rubbing her hands together, her eyes scanning the others around her like a wolf.

"I'm coming!" a big man stood up. Tearing off the black vest a few times, revealing a dark and strong body, he moved his shoulders and walked forward slowly.

The bronzed muscles of the two shone in the firelight, and they began to slowly circle around each other.

Anglie shook his head, too lazy to look. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the other side of the lake in the distance. More than a dozen silver-white figures faintly appeared there, all shrouded in darkness. One of them stood in front of him with an unusually athletic figure, with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, and two broad-edged swords of different lengths in his hands.

"Are you here?" muttered Angele, glancing at the crowd around the campfire. Freira was watching the wrestling intently.

Angre stood up, quietly rolled over and got out of the truck, and walked directly towards the Great Lake.

Walking through a small forest of red leaves, I came to the lake, and the sound of the camp behind me gradually became smaller and farther away. The surroundings are a little dim and blurry.

The sky was not yet completely dark, and pale red clouds could still be seen faintly on the horizon.

Anglie looked across the lake to the opposite shore, and the silver-white figure on the opposite side also looked at him.

"This time you can use magical powers," Anglie smiled, his feet walking straight into the wide lake.

Syllable!

The brown leather boots trampled on the surface of the lake, waving in circles and circles, but showing no signs of sinking.

The silver-white swordsmen on the opposite side changed their eyes slightly.

Clang!

The leader struck each other with his swords, making a crisp striking sound. "Sure enough, it's a hot thing!everyone, Demon Hunting Formation!" he let out a low roar, and the pale sapphire ring on the middle finger of his right hand slowly glowed white.

More than a dozen silver-armored swordsmen around him scattered in a fan shape, standing on the shore and waiting for Anglie to come over.

The two-sword swordsman who took the lead was shrouded in silver armor, and a few strands of brown hair faintly spread from under the helmet. He arched his feet and stared at the wizard man in black who was slowly approaching.

"Walking on the water is at least a second-level wizard, this is in trouble," he muttered in a low voice, and the white light of the ring on his right hand snorted, circulating all over his body, enveloping it in a white film of light.

"Head, why don't we retreat first, and then we can do it together when the big army catches up?" asked the deputy leader behind him in a low voice.

"Now it's not a question of whether we want to fight or not, but whether the other party is willing to let us go" As soon as the swordsman of the two swords finished speaking, he saw that on the water, the black figure disappeared without a trace in an instant. Suddenly, a chill rose behind him.

Bang!

"Ahh

A series of hurried shouts and screams suddenly sounded in his ears.

The Twin Swordsmen didn't have time to think about it, they turned around sharply, and the two swords drew a circle, slashing in all directions around him.

Bang Bang!!

Two violent shocks suddenly came from behind him.

"Oh, it's amazing!" Angliel slowly emerged from the darkness behind him, his eyes glowing with a dark red glow. He carried a silver round gauntlet sword with the pattern of a cross engraved on the blade, apparently just snatched from other swordsmen.

"Damn! Jason is dead!"

"He's too fast!"

"Pay attention to the formation!

The remaining six swordsmen gathered together with each shout, their faces covered in cold sweat, staring at Anglie who was standing in place with extreme nervousness.

In just a few seconds on the ground, eight or nine silver-armored swordsmen lay down, all of them with fatal throat slits. The cut in his throat was still pouring red blood, staining the entire woods with blood.

The swordsman of the two swords was covered with white light, and his body was like a tense spring, staring at Anglie.

"You guy," he said, his eyes reddened, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the hilt of his sword turned faintly white.

Angel shook the blood beads on the round sword, and his eyes lit up again. A circle of invisible ripples centered around him, spreading out abruptly in all directions.

"He's gone again!!" "Be careful!!Back to back!"

The rest of the swordsmen hurriedly gathered. Not far from the swordsman with two swords, he kept staring around nervously.

Anglie stood right in front of them, but no one saw him. He walked slowly over to the gathered swordsmen. The sword slashed at random.

Laugh at!

Two swordsmen had their throats slitted by a sword. Burst out of scarlet blood foam.

Anglie moved slightly to the left, dodging three round swords and slashing, his right hand slashing out a silver diagonal line like lightning.

The bodies of the remaining people were cut in half, and blood flowed all over the ground.

It's just a chop. Everyone except the Twin Swordsmen was easily dealt with, so fast that they didn't even have time to make a sound.

The Twin Sword Swordsman only had time to draw a cross sword mark at Angle's original position before he saw his teammates fall to the ground in an instant. And he couldn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

"Henry," he froze. His eyes fell on one of the team members on the ground who had been cut in half, his eyes bloodshot.

Boom!

He was kicked in the back, and the whole person was kicked out of the air, rolling around the grass several times, covered in blood.

Angel no longer used illusions to hide his figure, and walked over a few steps and stabbed down with a sword.

Clang!

The swordsman stepped out of the way, his two-handed long and short swords slamming into the Anglie sword. Make a screeching noise.

"The Vision is watching me!!" the swordsman let out a low roar and rolled up from the ground, his twin swords slashing at Anglie's upper body like a storm, a white halo covering the twin swords, each blow with terrifying force and speed. The twin swords were swung into a cloud of silver phantoms by him. Enveloped Angle's body.

Bite!!

A series of golden sparks erupted between the two, and countless long sword strikes were heard in one piece, and in the end, only a continuous dense sound could be heard.

"So strong!" Angle's face was also gloomy at this time, "This person's speed and strength can completely keep up with me!

He jumped lightly, dodging the blade of the sword that slashed at his feet, and landed backwards in front of a large tree.

"It's over!" Angre slammed straight out, his body like a spinning top, and the left sword slashed hard at the swordsman's right hand, and with a spin of the impact, he slashed out from the right sword.

Laugh at!

The white light on the swordsman's left arm suddenly dimmed, and a gray line appeared. He didn't have time to react at all, and was hit back again and again by the blades in front of him that kept slashing from the left and right.

The white light on his body also began to dim rapidly. He only felt that the man in front of him kept rotating left and right alternately, and the blade of the sword slashed down on his double sword with the help of force. The weight of the hands is getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, with a crisp sound of the bell, the swordsman's double swords were instantly knocked away, and the Anglie in front of him was like a one-way spinning top, frantically slashing at his neck continuously at one point.

Snort!!

The white light finally trembled and slowly disappeared. Blood marks began to slowly appear on the swordsman's neck, and his body shook violently, unable to make any resistance at all.

Angle's last sword slashed with all his might, and then without looking, he jumped back lightly and landed on the dark red lawn. The red fluorescence of the eyes glows in the dark.

The double-sword swordsman took a few steps back, slammed his back against the trunk of the tree and sat down slowly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

A large hand snapped on his shoulder, from behind the trunk of a tree.

"You rest first, let me come. A deep voice came from the shade of the trees.

A tall figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, looking at Anglie calmly. This is a peasant man dressed in brown linen, who looks to be thirty or forty years old, his eyes are cloudy and dull, and he has no temperament of a master and a strong man at all, exactly like an ordinary farmer working in the fields.

He had short dark brown and black hair, he hadn't washed it for an unknown amount of time, his clothes were full of shabby patches, and his palms were full of rough calluses.

Anglie stared at the man who suddenly appeared, and somehow, he felt that this person contained a white light fluctuation that was far more powerful than the previous swordsman leader. A faint sense of danger welled up in my mind. This sense of crisis made him tremble slightly.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way" Angle's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his body trembled with excitement, remembering the last time he had faced such a sensation a long time ago, the same kind of excitement.

It's been a long, long time since he's achieved the Second True Truth, and he's not encountered such a feeling.

The middle-aged farmer glanced at Anglie calmly, then glanced around at all the corpses. "My name is Victor, and I didn't expect to meet a big guy like you in a random crusade. Originally, I thought it was a vacation" (to be continued.) )