The cold rain fell on the eaves overhead, making a crackling sound. The shattered droplets of water vibrated slightly in the air, and the diffused water vapor slowly soaked into the man's silk, and at the same time wet the crooked top hat.

In the dark alley, Brian leaned against the cold wall and helplessly touched his left arm. There, there was a huge wound several feet long, which almost tore his entire arm, and it looked hideous and terrifying.

The muscle tissue burned by the high temperature turned into a pitch-black char shape, and although it was still scorching pain, at least it didn't have to work hard to stop the bleeding.

Not far behind him, a woman named Bonnie walked down the empty street with a cold face, like a casual stroll after dinner, without any sense of urgency. However, in the seemingly leisurely stroll, the other party has locked this area, and as long as Brian moves a little in the dark, his whereabouts may be exposed.

In the air, there is a heavy pressure.

Brian reached out to wipe away a drop of rain that had fallen on his forehead, and shook his head with a wry smile. In order to restrain his breath as much as possible, he didn't even dare to open the field, allowing the cold rain to wet his body, and at the same time, the stagnant water in the alleyway had poured into his shoes, and he was wet and uncomfortable.

Originally, he thought that with his own strength, as long as he was not blocked by the three holy ranks at the same time, he would not have to worry about defeat at all. As a result, he didn't expect that just a magic weapon would force him to flee.

It seems that I am also a little careless.

Brian smiled bitterly and shook his head, only to know that an artifact would suddenly appear in the Holy See of Light in Aitlan City. When the leader of the Templar Order took out the artifact, Brian, who was caught off guard, was directly injured on the spot.

Although this behavior of the other party is no different from a sneak attack, there is never a need for anything to be above board on the battlefield. If you are recruited, you are recruited, and there is nothing to justify.

Under the eaves, Brian took a deep breath and slowly pulled out a blank card from his waist.

Call...... The Ace of Spades, it must be the Ace of Spades!

Keep your eyes closed. Brian leaned his head back against the cold wall, muttering in his heart. At his fingertips, invisible magical energy like light smoke began to swirl around the blank card, and finally slowly solidified into a hideous demon pattern.

Opening his eyes and looking at the card with the demon pattern, a hint of speechlessness flashed across Brian's face.

When I usually need you, I pray that you can't come out once, but this time I don't need you, why are you coming out again? I want the ace of spades, bastard!

Waving his hand and about to throw the demon card away, Brian looked down and thought about it. He took it back into his arms again, "Forget it, it's rare to draw it once, it's a pity to throw it away." Stay as a memento, and see how those guys will laugh at me for not being able to draw a demon card in the future. ”

Muttering, Brian's right hand gently changed gestures, and a dark blue magical energy like light smoke began to swirl around his hand. The energy as beautiful as a nebula finally turned into a small sword under his guidance.

"Anna, Kakarot, and Vega, you three bastards come and pick me up. Muttering, Brian led the small sword into the long street.

In the pouring rain curtain, the magic sword that flew out slashed countless raindrops, cutting through the distance of space. Shooting towards the patrolling figure, "If you slow down, I'll be dead." ”

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At the empty gates, Alex stopped walking.

Icy rain fell from the sky. In the darkness of the night, in the ancient supreme city called Aitlan, the magical light of battle can be seen in the distance. And the sound of explosions that pierced the night.

However, it was a battle above the Holy Domain, and even a ninth-order powerhouse could not intervene.

Ahead, there is a tall, dilapidated city wall. The mottled walls have experienced the vicissitudes of time, and the surface is full of traces of swords and slashes, scratches from the claws of wild beasts, and weathered roughness.

However, there were no guards at the tall city gates.

Of course, there were no guards.

This is the ancient supreme city of Aitlan, the most marginal city of the Abyss Demon Realm, a port connecting many worlds, and there is no need for guards at all. Because those wandering travelers in the city are the most powerful guards, any demon who covets this place and wants to attack it will be ruined by those strong people from different worlds.

But at the gate of the city, which was supposed to be empty, there was a tall figure standing silently.

The green skin is one of the stranger branches of the orc family, the Snow Goose Man. In the ancient past, their ancestors had suffered terrible disasters, polluted their bodies and minds by the invasion of substances called evil powers, became irritable and bloodthirsty, and their brown skin turned an eerie green.

But after struggling to survive and endure endless suffering, those noble orc ancestors overcame their inner confusion and desire to kill, and freed this orc tribe from the curse. They began to listen to the sounds of nature and understand the emotions of every plant and tree in the heavens and the earth, and became the most peculiar branch of the orc family.

The tall body was strong and powerful, and its muscles were like cold stones, and when the cold rain slapped against it, there was a crackling sound. On the body covered with sword scars, the aura on the old sword saint's body was extremely calm, without the bloody hideous of the old warrior who had survived a hundred battles.

Sharp fangs, without detracting from its temperament. The figure standing quietly in the rain curtain seemed to have blended in with the surrounding environment, with neither murderous nor murderous spirit, nor the heart of glory and disgrace.

"Salul?"

The gray and white long droop slightly obscured the view. Alex looked up, slightly confused in his eyes.

This old swordmaster of the orc clan, Alex once had a fight with the other party. But he didn't think about why he had just returned to Aitlan City, and the other party had stopped in the way as if he had expected him to return.

"You're looking for me?"

In Alex's confused inquiry, the old swordmaster slowly raised the broken greatsword in his hand.

Boom -

The invisible wind rises in the sky.

Centered on the place where the old sword master stood, the violent wind spread out in the rain curtain, dispersing the rain in the space.

The old swordmaster, who stood calmly in front of him like a mountain, raised the big sword in his hand, and pointed at Alex, "Please take out the sword......

Gray and white, Alex was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"You're no match for me. ”

The calm voice is simply telling an established fact. Neither arrogant nor arrogant, Alex's voice always seemed to be that monotonous and cold calm.

But Alex's refusal was not accepted by the old Swordmaster.

"Please ...... sword"

In the sound of polite request, the old sword saint held the sword hand without the slightest hesitation. The sharp sword wind slashed directly forward, "Please let me take a look, Your Excellency's true sword path." ”

The pouring rain was torn apart by the sharp sword wind, and the cold wind blowing in his face blew Alex's head into the sky. The tattered pitch-black cloak hunted in the wind, and the moment the sword qi descended, Alex shook his head.

"I said, you're not my opponent......"

The sword qi rushed into the sky.

The cold sword domain enveloped the world on this side in an instant, and the sword wind slashed by the old sword saint was decomposed and scattered in the first time.

Stretching out his right hand, an invisible sword aura swayed out in Alex's hand. The moment he defeated the old sword master's attack, Alex swiped his hand casually, and the invisible sword qi shattered the space and slashed towards the old sword master.

Qiang――

There was a loud bang, breaking through the dark rain curtain.

The moment the sword qi descended, the broken war sword was raised violently, blocking the sword qi that shot out, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing. When the two touched, the violent force vibrated in the air, forming a shockwave that spread in all directions under the rain curtain.

With the place where the old sword saint stood as the center of the circle, the waves of the qi waves formed a huge fan behind him.

The icy rain shot out in all directions under the impact of the air waves, crackling and smashing the leaves and branches of several large trees on both sides of the road, shaking countless leaves.

"Hold the heart of the sword, the more fierce it is......" The broken sword was raised, and the old sword saint let out a roaring battle cry and jumped from the far sky. The tall body, carrying a violent pressure, was like a mountain toppling down, "So...... Please show me your swordsmanship!"

The moment it landed, the entire earth trembled in the midst of the great force. With the old orc's landing site as the center, the solid earth collapsed in an instant, and the area of the shattered collapse expanded wildly to all sides, instantly becoming a big pit under the rain curtain.

The sword qi swayed, and the gaze was indifferent.

Alex rushed into the sky, waving his right hand to slash through the rain curtain and pull up a sword wind that shattered a qiē.

Under the rain curtain, the waves of energy turned into a huge torrent of furious currents, tearing apart the dark night under the rain curtain. In the light and shadow that suddenly exploded, it was the form of the supreme martial art, which blasted towards the orc sword master below.

"Your sword, it's too calm......"

In Alex's cold evaluation, the furious waves pressed down like the heavens and the earth were overturning, and in the huge space, all the stagnant water was pushed away by the huge air pressure. Even the big tree in the distance was crumbling by the raging sword wind.

"So...... Not my opponent......"

However, in the rain curtain, the old orc, who was standing in the center of the energy rage bombardment, just clenched the sword in his hand, did not retreat or dodge, and rushed forward with a shout.

"But at least, I'll realize my own shortcomings in failure!"

The sound that sounded under the night sky was not mixed with too much intense emotion, but the indomitable firmness of the old orc was clearly conveyed, "Sword Storm!" (to be continued......

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