As soon as Dargnan left the arena, a chill ran down his spine.

This is a forest path, a shortcut to the barracks outside the river valley, and it has always been rarely walked, so he really doesn't understand how the other party blocked him.

"Come out. Dargnan slowly stood still, gently moving his wrist in preparation for the next battle.

"Hey, how did you find me?" asked the tall, sturdy young man, who jumped down from a nearby tree, with a hippie smile.

Dargnan had a certain ability to see night vision, and when he glanced sideways, he saw that he was handsome, and his long red hair was scattered over his shoulders, like a free and uninhibited nobleman. In the process of jumping to the ground, Dargnan also thought about making the first move, but the opponent stretched out, and his right hand was on his waist, not showing any flaws at all.

"Who is your Excellency, why are you here late at night?" said Dargnan, who took a half-step to the left and stood opposite him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Mastur, this is my name," the young man asked, scratching his head and smiling, "You're Dalgon the Ice Blade, aren't you?" ”

Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Dargnan snorted softly, his hands hanging down, ready to attack. The name "Mastur", he had never heard of before, but the other party's body faintly revealed a sharp aura, obviously a master of white-knuckle fighting, and may even have reached the upper level.

His gaze swept over the ancient sword worn by the other party's waist, which further confirmed this judgment. The young man in front of him should be the inheritor of a certain martial arts school, they often practice matching stunts, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of martial artists of the same level.

"Why don't you speak, but are you afraid?" said Mastul, standing casually under the tree, "why don't you abandon your arms and surrender." I just don't need a handsome squire......"

This guy, why is he so nagging, Dargnon thought to himself, and just as he was distracted, Mastur suddenly smiled and jumped up. Almost instantly, he had pounced in front of Dargnan.

At the same time, the "Passing Water" long sword was unsheathed, and the sparkling water rippled endlessly. In the Sword Master Inheritance, the move of drawing the sword alone is divided into three chapters and twelve sections, and this style of "floating light" highlights a swift as the wind, and when the first step is taken, it is supported. When you take the second step, you draw your sword, and in the last step, you will slash the opponent with a long sword diagonally, slashing straight at the opponent's side neck, perfectly integrating footwork, body and swordsmanship. One breath and three steps, three steps and one slash, within a range of ten meters, can best exert the power of this move.

There was no way to avoid it, and Dargnan let out a low snort. The left hand was raised, and three icicles shot out. Go straight to the other person's front door. Then, he flipped his right hand, condensed a foot-long ice blade, and leaned over to stab out, a move that would hurt both sides.

"Huh?" Mastul frowned, in the process of stabbing out. The ice blade was still stretching, two feet, three feet, even a few points faster than his own sword.

"You're so mean!" he sideways to dodge. gave up the initiative that he had just grabbed, and he did not forget to condemn it.

Dargnon was silent, Ice Blade pointing diagonally, looking for an opportunity to strike. He kind of understood, what the other party said was all, in order to paralyze himself.

"It's boring...... "Mastur shook his head, but before he could say anything, he leaped high and drew his sword again.

Asurin's sword, "Passing Water", is about three feet three inches long, with blades on both sides, and is blue and white. Due to the use of a special quenching method, it is more flexible than ordinary long swords, and when he swings the sword, Mastur's wrist shakes slightly, and pieces of sword qi are sprinkled, and the sky is full of sparkling waves.

Dargnan's heart sank, and he coped with it with all his heart. The other party's weightless bearing shows that his attainments in swordsmanship are close to the realm of perfection, and what he lacks is just the tempering of time.

The next moment, Mastur slashed down with thousands of sword lights, and Dargnon only felt dazzled, even the exuding murderous aura was exactly the same, and he couldn't find the body of the long sword at all.

He retreated, his breath pouring out, forming a mist around him, which rhythmically dispersed with his breathing. And with the infusion of magic power, on the ice blade in his hand, a blue magic rune also appeared, which was uncertain and mysterious.

This is a runic weapon that he and Allegri have researched to strengthen the combat ability of the Demon Warrior, and the magically reinforced blade can play a variety of wonderful purposes, and also has the strength to fight the enemy hard.

Mastur approached, his sword fluttering, menacing. Dar Nian's ice blade suddenly lit up, and the mist around his body condensed, constructing an extremely cold field. Within the realm, all the sword qi cast by Mastul came to a standstill, and then it was covered with a layer of white frost and shattered with a bang.

"Domain?" Mastur was startled, no matter how arrogant he was, he would not think that he could defeat the legendary powerhouse.

"No, no, you're using a spell to simulate the effect, right?" But after a few moments, he came to his senses, flicked his sword, and slowly cruised, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Enough for you. Dargnan muttered that it was a tough battle, but what bothered him even more was whether the rest of the valley, the others, were okay?

Allegri is all right, good couldn't be better.

It was only now that he understood a truth, the female carcass is the most perfect creation in the world. No, it should be said, it was a wonderful world.

The slightly trembling eyelashes, like the tentacles of a butterfly, are like willows in the wind, and under the trees, the two waves of eyes are just like the clear and quiet lake, the beautiful mountains, with extremely soft curves, but not as stiff as the real mountain peaks.

There are not only mountains and rivers, but also plains, forests, hills and streams, which make people can't help but want to explore, want to indulge in it, and indulge in that never-to-forget dream.

Allegri had long since lost sight of which part was reality and which part was fantasy. The glasses of spirits, and the unknown ingredients mixed in the wine, made him groggy, the boundary between soul and body was extremely blurred, and everything in front of him was blurred like an ink painting, with an unrealistic beauty.

He caressed Onisha's skin, smooth and delicate. With the rhythm of youthful vitality, or the girl is trembling slightly because of fear. He stroked and kissed over and over again, not knowing the rules, but relying on the fiery passion to make up for it.

Onessa writhed her body slightly. I felt like I was pressed against a fire, a stone, a scorching lava. She is still sober, maybe many people don't know, but she actually has a large number of thousands of cups that are not drunk. But another kind of wine, wine from the depths of her heart, made her eyes fascinated, and she subconsciously catered to it.

What a pleasant and twisted pleasure it was, coming in waves. She resisted, but her body couldn't help it, it was human instinct, naked and primitive.

Let's start, the joyful dance on this bed, but why are tears quietly slipping from the corners of the eyes?

In the darkness of the night, the action began.

Caldera looked north. The silent tower, equally silent.

The time has come. The time for revenge has come, and the ill-fated Duchy of Anlan has experienced two catastrophes of annihilation, one because of the Holy See of Light, and the other because of the Snowton Empire.

And now, there's a way. It can make them pay a terrible price at the same time.

"Your Excellency, you're done. "In the martial arts arena, there are six neat phalanxes, each of which is 100 people, all of whom are elites in the army. Not only skillful, but also loyal.

"Do you know why we came to the Herseus Valley?" Caldera paced in front of the group, his voice low and powerful. He was dressed in a worn-out chain mail, with signs of wear and tear at the corners. Of course, he was able to change to a more elaborate and strong set of armor, but tonight, he was willing to wear this family heirloom armor and die bravely.

"Follow Your Highness and serve your homeland. The same deep voice came, and the Anlan warriors stood solemnly, trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to leak the rumors.

But Caldera knew they didn't need to be so careful, everything was in place and nothing could stop them.

Footsteps sounded, and another team of centaurs rushed in, led by Rubian, the agent of the "Blood Rose". There were only dozens of people behind him, and the rest of the spies had already split up to carry out the order and hid in the shadows.

"The troops are divided into three ways," Rubiog approached, holding out three fingers, "two hundred men will attack the outpost at the mouth of the valley, one hundred will carry the magic array, and the rest of the troops will concentrate on taking the 'Path of the Light Walker' and assist Master Turanze in setting up the formation." ”

"Understood," Calderra nodded slightly, turning around, "brothers, the time for revenge has come, and hundreds of thousands of Snowdon's army will be locked up in the south of the Cast Iron Mountains, and will be defeated by the Holy See of Light...... And we only need to do one thing, blow up the 'Path of the Lighthopper' and destroy the only north-south passage!"

"Blow it up, destroy it all!" the Anlan warriors roared in a low voice, looking frenzied and gearing up.

"Most of us will die for this, including me," Caldera continued, waving his hand, "but so what? our blood will be spilled here, our death will be remembered, and our deeds will be sung to the north and south of the earth, so that everyone will know that Anlan is still ......."

"An Lan is still there!" the soldiers cheered with excitement.

"Warriors, go," Caldera bowed to them with one hand, "for the sake of the country, only death." ”

"Hate for the country, only death. The last group of warriors of An Lan repeated this sentence and left separately. On this snowy night, they will burst out with the most passionate cry, letting the world see the blood of men in this idyllic country.

Rubion was alone, walking the streets of the town.

Everyone was sent out, and Caldera led a troop of men and horses to capture the Magic Workshop, where they needed the most, boxes of activated "bomb" arrays.

It wasn't a difficult task, the defenders weren't very numerous, and the seemingly tight defense system had already been proven and wouldn't cause any trouble. To make sure they were safe, they even carried an enchanted item made by Turanze himself, a wind-based array that could release stun gas.

Onisha against Allegri, Mastur against Dargnan, and the last head of the valley, the old mayor Brook, was in charge of Rubiang.

According to the information provided by Collison, Rubion quietly infiltrated Brooke's house. Silent, the black light went out, the old magician should have fallen asleep, he listened patiently for a moment, but still shrank aside, if Brooke pushed the door out, his position was just right to launch a deadly sneak attack.

At the same time, Turanzer landed on a hillside in the northern part of the valley with his "wind wing technique". Looking down, you can see the southern entrance and exit of the "Path of the Lightwalker".

"Master?" said Old Duke Van Schinkel from behind a pine tree, turning and greeting.

"Lord Duke, are you here personally?" This journey allowed Turanze to see the power of the old duke, and even his tone was a little respectful. In him, that's a rarity.

"Over there, there's a squadron of defenders," Van Schinkel smiled and pointed casually, "and you prepare a large spell to surprise them, and our troops will follow." ”

"But I'm going to conserve my strength to take over the ......Tower of Wind," Turanze was visibly hesitant, for him, the Tower of Wind was the most important thing, and the "Path of the Lightseeker" was not in his consideration.

"This is the order of Her Highness the Eldest Princess," Van Sinkel said, "and besides, Your Highness has other arrangements that will not delay the Tower of the Winds." ”

"That'...... All right. Turanzer nodded reluctantly, and began to chant in a low voice, the pale cyan wind magic stirring around him, and the snow on the treetops was blown and fell.

Van Sinkel smiled secretly, waved his hand and ordered, and the troops, composed of Anlan soldiers and Buyada spies, quietly moved forward, and only a few hundred steps were left from the garrison's camp.

"It's time to attack. The old duke reminded softly, and he stood on the hillside with his hands in his hands, and the wind shrieked by, and rushed like a great beast to the camp below.

"I'm Caldera, the leader of the Guardians of the River Valley, what about your chief?" the middle-aged Count asked in a thoughtful voice before the Magic Workshop, "Open the door, I have an order signed by the Lord himself." ”

The Sentinel Captain inspected it, and it was indeed Master Allegri's signature and seal, which couldn't have been easier for Onesha.

Although he didn't understand why he had to transfer the magic array overnight, the lord's order could not be disobeyed, and he hurriedly ordered his men to open the sturdy iron door, and at the same time let go of the last line of defense.

At the southern end of the river valley, on the forest path, Dargnon gasped rapidly, holding a rune ice blade in each hand, but it could not stop the attack of Mastul's mercury.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Hasty update.) ）