"Just because I'm a seller. Midi smiled faintly.

The old leader, who was originally responsible for cooperating, had already stood to the side, as if Midi was the master of the caravan, and the superb long sword "Crack Soul Blade" had also reached Midi's hand, spinning back and forth under the skillful skills of the black-haired boy, like a windmill, dazzling.

"What about the seller, after we negotiate, we will naturally decide who will buy the ......," Berrell said coldly.

"The so-called seller is not only about buying and selling goods, but more importantly, about entrusting the right things to the right people. Midi waved his hand directly, glanced at the young elf, and then said eloquently, "I think this Mr. Dearing, although he is only level 19 and has not yet been transferred, however, his quality and potential are indeed excellent, whether in terms of level, or the timing of the upcoming transfer, or in terms of personal ability, it is the best destination for this Split Soul Blade, so I decided to sell him the weapon." ”

Dearin was instantly moved—as an ordinary patrolman, how could he have received such encouragement and praise, and besides, the fact that the other party was a human being who was not related to him, but who was so protective of himself in the weaker position, made him have no doubt about Midi's words.

"What did you say?" Berrell laughed, "Dearing has a lot of potential?

"This is true, and I have the assurance of my vision as a top great swordsman. Midi's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present, and Birrell's laughter seemed a bit bluff in comparison.

"You're just a level 20 human swordsman. "The anger of the Captain of the Wind Squad has been completely provoked.

"Why don't you try it?" asked Midi with a smile.

A level 26 elven swordsman in the Wind Squad who also used a long sword immediately walked out, and was about to open his mouth to fight, but the next moment, Midi made a stop gesture to him.

"It's just me and you, let's have a fight, how about it?" Midi's gaze looked at Berel, calm enough to make the elves feel cold, "Don't tell me that level 28 archers don't even dare to deal with level 20 swordsmen. ”

Level 20, melee swordsman, human, each of these words is a provocation for Berrell as a roaming archer.

"Very good, very good!" Berrell laughed angrily, "Human, let me teach you a good lesson, and when the time comes, you will be disabled for life, and there will be no resentment." But even if you are resentful, it won't come to fruition, right?"

Midi raised his eyebrows, and his tone was very flat: "You talk a lot of nonsense, come on." ”

There are no superfluous words, and there is no need for any special venue, as long as you walk a little outside the village, everywhere can be used as a battlefield. Standing still on an open ground, the two of them were thirty meters apart, and in the distance were countless elves watching the excitement, and this temporary exchange was ready.

Midi glanced at the crowd and soon saw that the general patrol member named Dearing was indeed among them. If the elf wasn't there, this fight would be meaningless, but fortunately, the other party had obviously been stirred up by his previous words, and his eyes were even more excited.

"The battle has begun, where are you looking!" shouted the captain of the Wind Squad in anger, instantly taking arrows, firing bows, full strings, setting up arrows, and shooting!

I only heard a "whoosh" sound, and a streamer swept by, which was the roaming gunner's skill, a headshot.

The bolt spun and shot at Midi at breakneck speed, aiming at his shoulder. When the bow was fired, many of the onlookers already recognized the shooting technique, and suddenly there was a burst of exclamations.

But in the next moment, only a soft sound of "dang" was heard, and Midi suddenly raised his long sword, lightly blocked it on his right shoulder, and the sword body shook, and directly shot down the arrow like a mosquito.

"What!" Berrell smiled. Intercepting directly with a sword, only a battle-hardened and experienced warrior can do this skill. I didn't think Midi could do it.

Isn't this guy only level 20?

The elf's expression became solemn for a moment, in front of so many compatriots, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and immediately reined in the heart of the light enemy just now, and then the longbow in his hand was raised, and his right hand kept flying, taking arrows, stretching strings, and shooting arrows, and the action of doing it in one go was repeated like flowing water, and in an instant, dozens of arrow feathers attacked Midi from different directions like a torrential rain.

Roaming archer's skill, random shooting. Originally, this was a gunner's wide-range skill, but for elves who are good at using bows, they can control the trajectory of each arrow, so that these arrow feathers with different shooting times can reach a destination at the same time, forming a dense encirclement.

For a melee class, this blow from the elves is undoubtedly fatal.

The sound of arrows was full of ears, and the rain of arrows was overwhelming in front of her, but Midi still looked calm. For him who has been reborn, this kind of formation is too small to cause a trace of fluctuation in his heart at all. The desperate situation he experienced in his previous life had honed his calm to cold state of mind.

In the midst of the attacks that came from the sky, he staggered lightly, and the whole person was like gliding, not fast, but moving with a sense of rhythm.

The long sword in his hand was lit from time to time, and each time the sword was fired, it would pick up an oncoming arrow feather.

In this way, one man and one sword, as if dancing to an inaudible melody, easily defused the random attack of the captain of the Wind Squad with all his might. When the last arrow was dodged, Midi was still unscathed, except that the ground where he had just stood was full of arrow feathers that had penetrated the dirt, or that had shattered when they had been picked off.

The mess on the ground is just like Berrell's mood. And the elves watching the battle around were even more dumbfounded.

It's not like they've never seen anyone who can resist indiscriminate fire head-on, but it's either the heavily armored knights of the human army, relying on shields and armor to take on the attack. Or an elemental mage with powerful firepower, using an area attack to directly destroy the rain of arrows in mid-air.

However, he had never seen such a casual stroll as Midi did.

"It's my turn. Midi said, and before the words fell, she had rushed forward like a gust of wind.

Turning around, Berel immediately prepared to continue attacking, but before letting go of the bowstring, he was surprised to find that Midi could actually see through his attack intention! When the bow was just pointed, the black-haired boy had already avoided the shooting line simply and skillfully, so that Berel's shot would miss, but if he didn't shoot, he couldn't stop Midi's advance.

To shoot or not to shoot?

The tangled thought lingered in Beryl's mind, but Midi had already arrived.

The snow-bright long sword carried by the black-haired young man was wrapped in a terrifying and astonishing momentum, like a fierce tiger rushing down from the top of the snow-capped mountain, showing its claws, blowing a terrible ice wind, to choose people to devour.

Berrell's heart shuddered, and he finally gave up shooting and began to retreat. The elf weaved through the dense forest he was familiar with, leaping up the canopy with the help of the snap of the branches, using the dense foliage to hide its tracks, and shooting arrow feathers from the gaps in the green leaves.

However, even if Berrell desperately used advanced skills such as aerial shooting, he still couldn't help Midi.

None of the arrows could hit him, and most of the time, the elves' proud accuracy had no effect at all, and a few times, in order to save time, Midi would not choose to dodge, but used the long sword in his hand to remove the elves' arrows.

It's as simple as brushing away the leaves.

The attack did not have the effect of interference, and soon, Midi once again narrowed the distance between him and the elves, and this time, Berel, who had been bouncing in the forest for a long time, was already a little weak in physical strength.

This is also a common problem of elves, poor physical strength.

"Where are you hiding?" Midi shouted, adding more psychological pressure to the other party, and at the same time, his speed increased again as he advanced with his sword, and the figure itself was like an arrow off the string, rushing in front of Berel in the blink of an eye.

Beryl couldn't help but feel his heart beating, only in the face of Midi did he know the strength of the other party.

Although the skills used by the opponent so far have shown a speed and strength of level 20, how many battles do you have to go through to achieve this skill, this experience, and this realm?

"It's just a human swordsman, how is this possible!" Bellel felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration in the face of Midi's attack, and his heart was overwhelmed.

But this is also a matter of course, one is just a flower that has shot beasts and monsters and is in the peaceful forest controlled by the Witch of the Mist, but the other is a ghost swordsman who has experienced countless bloody battles of life and death and has been reborn with persistent faith.

The difference between the two is really worlds apart.

The next moment, Midi was already beside Berrell. Before the roaming archer could use his resistance skills such as stepping and shooting, he had already flown forward, reversed the long sword in his hand, and the extremely hard hilt smashed directly on the bridge of Berel's nose, instantly knocking down the bridge of his nose, and nosebleeds gushed out, bringing up two blood lines.

Berry only felt that it was dark in front of him, and then he felt the world spin around, and it turned out that Midi kicked out again, directly kicking Berel out of the air.

The haughty captain of the Wind Squad flew out of mid-air like a kite with a broken string, and then rolled to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His head was dizzy, his eyes were full of gold stars, his delicate fine scale armor was already covered with mud, the muscles of his handsome face were twitching, and his body seemed to be falling apart, and everywhere it hurt so much that he only gasped for air!

"I'll sell you this sword. The victory was decided, and without even looking at Berrell again, Midi walked straight to the crowd, to the spirited Dearing, and handed him the Blade of the Split Mind.

Dillin looked at the long sword that had just arrived, feeling the coldness of the metal and the heaviness of the sword, and he couldn't say a word.

The concentrated gaze and various whispers from the onlookers around him made him very stressed.

The angry gaze of Berrell and the Wind Squad from a distance made him tense even more.

But Dearin was neither panicked nor frightened now, all he could think about was the overwhelming attack of Midi just now.

The more Di Lin thought about it, the more excited he became, and he suddenly felt that the superb long sword in his hand that he had been thinking about for a long time seemed to be nothing.

"It's a good weapon indeed, don't let it down. But as far as I am concerned, the sword is not really important, what is important is how to make the hand holding the sword stronger. Midi patted him on the shoulder and left, leaving only a mysterious and powerful back in the eyes of the elves.