Sword Slave Island.

When dusk came, the audience finally noticed that something was wrong, at this time the warden and his subordinates had died cleanly, and the vicious Weng, one of the nine gods, led the knights to arrive in the travel town, and was thinking about how to cross the raised suspension bridge, the deep lake was full of aquatic demonic beasts, although there was an emperor's imperial order, but the knights were closer to the elite private soldiers, if it was with the nine legions, then it would be enough to fill it with human life.

Beside the vicious man, there is a girl who is dressed in cool clothes and shows a large area of brown skin, because she has drunk poisonous wine, which has caused her to be blind in her left eye, she is a rare [devouring elf] in the world, and if eligible, she can forcibly plunder the power of other elves, including micro-elves.

Yarakira had previously existed as the princess's personal bodyguard, and had the potential to become the head of the Nine Gods, and [Devouring Elf] would be disturbed by the elves' consciousness when using power, so the anchor was particularly important.

Priscilla is the anchor she chooses, in the election ceremony, because in the face of the emperor's strong oppression, she felt that her master could not win, so she took it upon herself to become an undercover agent, which eventually led to the defeat of Priscilla, but also became the exception to survive.

The two of them shared half of the poisoned wine, allowing the already deadly effect to be curtailed.

Allowed to act by the Malevolent Man, Arakira fished out the water from the lake and swallowed it into her mouth, and the whole person became the same as the lake water, and gained the corresponding ability, although it was only temporary, but the environment was full of unobservable micro-elves, as long as you were prepared, you would not fall into a situation of lack of fuel.

"Just solve the drawbridge, and leave the rest to me and the Knights, the old man is not willing to take the risk of the imp."

"Huh."

……

On the platform in the VIP area, negotiations are still ongoing.

On the other side of the island, Al killed a sword slave with a long sword.

He didn't participate in the riot, because it was something that could never succeed, and after hundreds of deaths, he understood that there were monsters in the world that could not be reached by hard work, and the Nine Divine Generals were the outstanding representatives of them, and even the Sword Slave Empress was only the fourth strongest he had ever seen.

But stopping the riot is not the right option, and avenging the decapitated caretaker friend is already the biggest action he can make.

"I'm sorry, he hit my knife himself, and the stars can only be blamed for this accident."

Al turned his head, his eyes were filled with the figure of the man in front of him, the other party was like eternal ice, because there was room for [Death Realm], when he carefully observed his appearance, his pupils shook violently, that posture was simply indescribable, it could not be summed up in simple handsomeness, mixed with majesty and dignity of unknown meaning.

In imagination, only the emperor is barely worthy of this kind of bearing, if the other party is willing, as soon as he gives an order, there will be many people with unclear brains who will fight to the death for him.

The premise is that the other party does not look like he is going to draw his sword at any time.

"If you're sharp enough, you should be able to find a way out."

Jiang Yuan held the hilt of an ordinary iron sword, theoretically if he wanted to reach the hundredth-level [Xeon], he would need to travel all over the world and even start a war, but at the moment there was indeed a more convenient form.

"Hey, hey, it looks like you're okay with the deceased......"

The wind was howling, and the elf's Wind Dependent's skill attracted the surrounding wind elements, and the control beyond the reasonable range held every wisp of wind flow in the palm of his hand, and the effect achieved completely ignored the level gap, and the wind fighting qi continued to flow in the body, and the forty reincarnations were agitated, making the sword body appear with a blue light.

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Forty Rounds.

The so-called martial arts, the meaning of its existence is to defeat the strong with the weak, when the effect reaches the magnificence level, then bullying the weak is only a different angle.

The fragile body could not withstand such rough use, but [the protection of the yang eye] caused the blood to spurt out of the rift, and it had quietly healed itself.

The green sword fell, and the sharp wind left a clear crack on the helmet, Al hurriedly picked up the long knife to defend, the comprehensive level was LV35, and the main skill of the full level of the sword dancer made the sword qi surround the body, forming a solid bell wall.

Unfortunately, in the next second, the wall shattered, and the green sword slashed the long knife, splitting the prey's body in two.

Al fell to the ground on his back as if he were in a mess, the familiar pain stimulating his mind, the opponent was an enemy who was out of specification.

[Death Domain] is launched, because he is a victim, the enemy should keep his memory, but Al did not panic, after all, the matter of [Death Domain] can't be said, basically kill hundreds of times, the other party will fall into the refutation of reality and dreams, and thus go insane, once the suspicion is established, then the unverifiable speculation will continue to extend.

Both sides regained their positions.

"Don't be surprised, I can't figure out what's going on."

An unwavering second sword slashed.

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Forty-one rounds.

Al did not sit still completely, and constantly increasing his skills in death was an important reason why he was able to stay awake in the Sword Slave Island, otherwise he would die hundreds of times in each duel, and no one would be able to stand it.

"You can't hardwire."

Al chose to retreat this time, but the steel inside the green sword had long been wiped out, and the power of the wind had no form, and as it extended, it directly penetrated the center of his eyebrows.

[Death Field] was launched for the second time, and both sides returned to their positions.

"The illusion I created is not something you can break through casually."

Someone didn't bother to answer, and with a strong and rapid advance, the third green sword slashed out.

"You can't hard-wire, and you can't give up defense."

On the basis of retreating, Al used the sword dancer's main skill, Sword Qi, with all his might, to form a bell wall that moved with him.

Moments later, the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Forty-one rounds of undercurrents, half of which circulate in opposite directions, give birth to a powerful cutting ability.

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Forty-one Rounds of Slashing

Because I have learned and acquired too many skills, after integrating and qualitatively changing to the peak, for new attack methods, someone can easily supplement or repair them, which is the special power brought by accumulation, and it is also the flexibility given by the heritage.

Overall grade: LV28

[Death Field], activated for the third time.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Al charged forward, then brutally slashed.

……

[Death Field], the fourteenth activation.

Someone continues to lunge and swing the sword.

Overall level: LV30, Tier 3.

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Fifty Rounds of Slashing

Al was beheaded to death.

……

[Death Field], the 140th activation.

The level is tied, and the amount of experience points gained is halved.

Comprehensive grade LV37

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Sixty Rounds of Slashing.

Al was slashed from it.

……

[Death Field], the 320th activation.

The overall grade is LV43

Martial style, undercurrent, seventy rounds of slashing.

Al looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, still unabated, and he couldn't understand what kind of powerful nerves could keep hundreds of cycles without shaking in the slightest.

The other party is getting stronger quickly, and he is aware of this because he is dying faster and faster.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope for victory, he will not give up, but the already distant distance is expanding rapidly, which is really unacceptable.

"Desperate, run!"

Just as Al was about to flee with red eyes, a raging wind rose from all around.

"I said, if you were sharp enough, you could find a way out, but you've completely lost your chance at this moment."

Jiang Yuan drew his sword, turned his head and ran as soon as he saw him, leaving an arm, or he was seriously injured and walked away, no matter what, he was just an ordinary third tier at the beginning, and now, when the level is completed and surpassed, naturally everything is empty.

"You guy!!"

Unable to hold back his madness, Al launched a desperate charge forward.

(End of chapter)