As Allegri walked out of the camp, the setting sun dissipated and the curtain of night fell.

The road in front of me was empty, and when I looked up, I could see the lights shining in the distance. The military camp, which few people have set foot in, is naturally not the same as the city's main road and prosperous city.

At the junction ahead, to the south was the lord's mansion, and to the west was his temporary residence, and Allegri rode slowly, trying to determine the direction he was going before reaching there.

After verifying Yubiano's identity, another question came before him. Do you want to inform Ebert, the commander of the Western Route Army, about this matter?

The disadvantage of this is that it may be deducted from the credit, but at the same time, it can also significantly reduce the risk you take......

With a slight frown, Allegri fell into deep thought, the horse's hooves clattered, the night wind blew, and the yellow leaves fluttered to the ground, it was already golden autumn and October. Once winter comes, large-scale military operations will have to be temporarily suspended, and the king must be a little anxious.

A few days ago, the Western Route Army lifted the curfew. The people of Ferenc City finally found that their lives had not changed much. Snowton soldiers were more willing to trouble the nobles than the low-level people, but under Allegri's deliberate care, the family of the Marquis of Ferenman was saved.

On both sides of the avenue, the lights are bright, and the large and small shops are lined up one after another. The Western Route Army, which had just made a fortune from the war, generously exempted the whole city from paying taxes, which was an unintentional move that won the hearts of the people and effectively promoted the recovery of commerce.

At the crossroads, Allegril stopped and after a long time, he waved his hand and ordered, "Go back first." ”

Hearing this, the accompanying soldiers looked at each other. Dios had a strict order. Let them guard without moving, but Allegri's order, they did not dare to disobey, for a while they were in a dilemma, their mouths should be "yes", but their feet did not move.

"Forget it. Allegri shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and commanded, "Go...... Castle Lord's Mansion. ”

Swords and swords, vertical and horizontal.

If it is said that the martial arts of the Holy See are like towering mountains, and the "Purgatory Fortress" is like magma splashing, then Dios's swordsmanship is a surging river with undercurrents. Every hit is solid. Calm, but at the time of collision, it erupted with amazing destructive power.

Of course, Eupiano's strength should not be underestimated. With ingenious skills, a complex sword qi vortex is created, and the other party wants to easily crack it, but it is not easy.

Since the two were fighting, Dios was reluctant to use his strength to break up the whirlpool. Your opponent has given you a problem, and you can't just shred the roll paper.

between the electric light and flint. He didn't have time to think at all, and the long sword in his hand went straight into the cyclone. Seeing this scene, Yubiano couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, his "Cyclone Knife" hidden a mystery, once it was activated, the accumulated knife qi swept out. It's bound to keep Dios busy. Then, he can end this exchange with dignity. Otherwise, Yubiano is really not sure and will hold on to the opponent's continuous offensive.

But the next moment, his expression froze instantly. When the tip of the sword pokes into the rotating cyclone. At the same time as the violent air flow was about to burst, black-red flames rose up, and in the blink of an eye, the transparent air vortex was dyed with a layer of color. The chaotic air flow exploded like fireworks, and most of them, bombarded in the direction of Yubiano.

"It's a good trick to kill people with a knife. Jubiano smiled bitterly, and dodged left and right while swinging with his long knife, barely dodging it. Dios injected energy into the cyclone, not only enhancing its power, but also adjusting the direction of the explosion, and doing this in such a short period of time was a meticulous control.

But Jubiano doesn't want to throw in the towel. Although it is nominally a competition, both of them are testing the reality of their opponents, and sufficient strength is the basis for cooperation between the two sides. And in the standard of measuring noble lords, high-end combat power is definitely a part that cannot be ignored. The down-and-out nobles will definitely not be able to raise a smart warrior, and of course, they don't have to do so.

Taking advantage of Dios's ventilation, Eupiano let out a low sigh, and the long knife slashed several half-arcs in succession. In the process of rushing forward, he connected the tips of his knives and created five groups of "cyclone knives" in one breath, and even people with knives attacked together.

Dios' expression was solemn, his feet were steady, and he was ready for battle. He had already seen that the opponent's sword technique was agile, and he was especially good at using his own body strength to attract the power of the surrounding air currents, and there was a faint shadow of wind magic. If he guessed correctly, Eupiano's strength should be at the peak of the high rank, and it is only one step away from the upper realm.

The wind was blowing, and Jubiano was already in front of him. Dios's movements became unusually slow, as if there was an invisible shackle that was holding him firmly. But Yubiano, however, sensed a hint of potential threat from it, and he swung his long knife like a storm and was extremely powerful.

On the martial arts arena, a series of swords collided suddenly, and the long knives of metal and the invisible air knives surrounded Dios and attacked endlessly. But suddenly, the muffled sound was like thunder, and there were dark red lines faintly revealing on Dios's body. Eupiano covered his wrist and took a few steps back crookedly, and the "cyclone knife" around him was also shocked away from afar.

"Mr. is really strong, admire ......" He arched his hand slightly, and just wanted to say a few polite words, but as if he remembered some omission, his face suddenly tightened.

In the air mass that was shaken away, there was still a fierce knife strength, and it naturally didn't matter if some flowers and trees were damaged, but if it accidentally injured the weak boy not far away, it would be terrible.

However, it backfired, and Jubiano was able to distinguish a little, and happened to find that one of the "cyclone knives" was swaying towards Dalgnan. It's not fast, but when it hits an obstacle, it immediately bursts open and kills enemies.

"Get out of the way!" he reminded in a loud voice, and out of the corner of his eye, seeing that Dios still looked like he was nothing, he couldn't help but say anxiously, "Mr. Dios, there's a 'cyclone knife' going over there." ”

"It doesn't matter. Dios chuckled casually, and he stretched out his middle finger and brushed it along the blade, looking for a collision notch. This is also an important part of testing the quality of the long sword.

"But—" Before he could finish speaking, the air mass had already flown in front of Dargnan. In Eubiano's incredulous gaze, the young man holding the scroll gently poked out a finger and pointed it at the "cyclone knife".

In an instant, the ice mist condensed, like a mass of marshmallows, white and fluffy.

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

PS: (First update.) ）