Benedict used his robe-covered armor to block the menacing attack, and at the same time swung his greatsword and launched a counterattack, at which point he finally saw the face of the sneak attacker.

It was a middle-aged man of his age, who looked a little unkempt, but a pair of eyes as pale blue and pure as the sky made a deep impression, and although he lost the opportunity to sneak attack, he didn't care at all, and still looked lazy.

The sight was all the more odious in Benedict's eyes, and his voice became deeper and deeper, drier and harsher.

"Die!"

The great sword was in front of the sneak attacker in an instant.

Of course, it was Duncan, the broad-bladed sword in his hand that pierced the armor suddenly disappeared, and then somehow it was attached to the blade of the broadsword, and then slid up to the tip of the sword, making a tooth-aching grinding sound, which seemed to be easy and directly swung the broadsword outward, relieving the crisis he was facing.

"I'm sorry, although I'm not young, I haven't even married, so I don't want to die too much now," Duncan's voice sounded.

He withdrew his broad-bladed sword and slashed forward, but before the sword could arrive, a sharp cold light appeared in front of the eyes of the nineteenth executor.

The murderous aura hidden in the cold light rushed to his face, as if countless thin needles were piercing Benedict's body, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and at the same time, an invisible wave spread out around him, pushing the opponent's sword momentum away.

Benedict's arm was raised, and the wide blade of the weapon blocked the opponent's attack, but at the moment when the two weapons were about to collide. The broadblade vanished suddenly, and the next moment it bypassed Benedict's weapon in another direction and stabbed him in the left rib.

This blow was even more unexpected. But Benedict pulled his hand back, as if he had foreseen it, and blocked the broadblade with the hilt.

Duncan smiled, retracted his hand and jumped back a few steps, spun the broadblade in his hand a few times, and looked up at the other man again.

"It turned out to be a master of swordsmanship...... "The voice of the nineteenth executor became deeper and deeper, he knew the power of the master of swordsmanship, this kind of person would generally master one or several swordsmanship. Use the conversion of swordsmanship to integrate attack and defense in battle, and if someone practices some kind of hidden high-level swordsmanship or even ancient swordsmanship, it will play a greater role. Even the actual combat ability will directly surpass its own strength.

Although Benedict has a set of ability bonuses granted by high-level equipment, and the opponent does not have much magic equipment other than the broad-bladed sword, it is not to be underestimated, because from the round of fast attack and weird sword moves just now, it can be seen that his swordsmanship level is quite high. It even gave Benedict a feeling that he was not doing his best.

"Claws of Dusk?" Duncan said suddenly, "You're the Nineteenth Executor. And he's seventeen?"

Benedict slowly lifted the tattered hood and tossed it aside, revealing the bearded face of a middle-aged man - it was obvious that the other party had heard the conversation between him and Besa, and there was no point in covering his face any longer. Moreover, the attitude of the master of swordsmanship shows that he has been in ambush here for a long time, and he has seen him and Besa arrive for a long time, and he will not show up until they are about to intervene in the battle of the lord, otherwise he may continue to wait for him and Besa to tell more secrets.

"You people...... Every day, I think about how to destroy the order of this world. What's the point of killing those who interfere with you without any scruples?" Duncan didn't seem to want to do it right away. Instead, he shook his head and said this.

The corners of Benedict's mouth slowly opened, causing a deep line to form on the side of his face, and he said indifferently: "It is impossible for ignorant humans to understand our aspirations, so there is no need to argue with you about anything, as for the dead...... Even all living beings, including humans, are nothing more than stumbling blocks to their destination, and their deaths are meaningful to us in themselves. ”

"But all despicable people will make a righteous and awe-inspiring excuse for their despicable deeds," Duncan continued to maintain a flat tone, and asked slowly, "So, the old lord of Campbell, was it you who killed the venerable Earl of Darren?"

"You want to hear the truth?" said Benedict's smile wider, "and then I can tell you if we did it...... Even I don't know. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to take a step inadvertently, and then his body suddenly leaned, and the great sword stabbed forward.

As soon as the sword was raised, a large amount of air was stirred, forming a circle of pale white cones at the blade of the sword, like Benedict piercing the space between the two men, and his body rushed towards the other party with irresistible force through the rapidly compressed air.

Duncan smiled for the first time, and at the same time, his arm began to tremble slightly, as if he was a little afraid of the opponent's powerful combat skills, but after an instant, the trembling of his arm became more and more severe, and the broad-bladed sword in his hand was also driven to sway.

The air currents blew his clothes into a hunting flutter, and his black, shaggy hair looked even more messy, but his eyes were unaffected, watching the other man's movements without blinking.

The next moment, Duncan did not retreat, but advanced, walking towards the other party with strange steps, and then he raised his weapon and slashed forward, at this moment the blade of the broad-bladed sword swayed like a phantom, when cutting into the range of the opponent's combat skills, the air flow was cut off piece by piece, and the powerful power contained in it also poured out to both sides, as if it was actively avoiding a safe passage for him.

After a dense metallic clam, Duncan's figure flickered several times before finally appearing a few meters behind Benedict, who turned around, patted the dust off his clothes, and sighed as he looked at the cracks.

Benedict also turned, his armor intact, but his bare arm had a few more blood marks, especially the blood-red wound on his left cheek that extended from the corner of his eye to his jaw.

He slowly wiped away the blood stains that flowed, stared at the swordsman not far away, and said, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"You want to hear the truth?" Duncan shrugged his shoulders, "Then all I can say is no comment." ”

This was clearly a response to Benedict's words, and Executor Nineteen took a deep breath and was about to say something more, when he heard the voice of the Great Goblin Patriarch from down the slope.

"Bessa, you hateful liar! You are the eternal enemy of the Stone Rock Clan!"

"Oh, hehe......" Duncan smiled again, "It seems that the goblin is in a bad situation too, but don't worry, it shouldn't have a chance to take revenge." ”

Benedict could hear the two hidden meanings of this sentence, one was that the Stone Rock Clan was likely to be wiped out, and the other was ...... Of course, he and Besa can't escape the hands of the lord from Campbell.

But he was in no mood to pay attention, because by the time Kurona's voice came, Benedict had already seen the warriors who had been summoned to the battlefield, they were extremely numerous, and everyone was brave and good at fighting, plus Lord Campbell's party, the end of the Stone Rock tribe was already predictable.

Benedict looked to the other side with hope, and his mood immediately became as low as that of the goblin patriarch, because at this moment Besa had lost the upper hand in the battle with a young girl. (To be continued......)