Looking condescendingly at the murderer whose whole body was shrouded in gray robes, the young man cautiously pulled out his weapon, protected it on his chest, and said quite majestically: "Strange traveler, Wild Deer Town is not a savage world where the law of the jungle eats the strong, but a land ruled by Viscount Avana, who believes in the 'Red Iron Lady'.

Guarded by both theocracy and secular law, anyone who offends its order will be severely punished.

I am the town's magistrate, Akentin Hodman, with the title of 'Knight', and I am arresting you under the authority of Lord Viscount Avanna for seriously injuring the townsfolk Drucker Atway. ”

"Arrest me," Zhang Lisheng raised his head, looked back at the town magistrate sitting on the tall riding beast, and explained with an expressionless face without panic: "Knight Arkending, I did punish a thug in the town behind me, but the reason was that he attacked first and locked my collarbone. ”

Looking down at the bright eyes of the gray-robed man, Akentin felt a panic in his heart for some reason, but thinking that he heard the description of the villagers who reported the incident, he was afraid of the strength of the gangsters, and specially invited a team of temple warriors to assist, he immediately calmed down and shouted loudly: "Traveler, it is my right as the magistrate of Wild Deer Town to judge whether you are guilty or not.

Once you're caught, I'll gather the townsfolk to find out what happened, and give you a fair verdict. ”

"I'm sorry knight, but as a warrior, I will never leave my safety to a group of fools. Zhang Lisheng shook his head in a flat tone, lowered his head, bypassed Akentin, and continued to walk forward.

Treated as nothing, Akentin was stunned at first, and then furious. He roared in his mouth, "Bold!", and stabbed directly at the back of the gray-robed man.

As a noble knight who was born and died for his lord, established an astonishing martial arts, received a fertile manor as a reward, and was appointed as a magistrate, even if he executed a traveler for no reason, it was only a symbolic fine of a few gold coins, not to mention that the gray-robed man was still suspected of hurting people. and unwilling to stand trial. He was naturally unscrupulous.

Unfortunately, the imaginary sword was slightly hindered, that is, it pierced the enemy's chest, and the scene of blood spilling and spraying did not appear, and the gray-robed man seemed to have eyes on his back. He waved his hand back casually. Fingers skillfully pinched the tip of the thin sword that made a 'hiss...' sound of breaking through the air. Then he flicked his fingers violently.

In an instant, the soft blade of the thin sword bent into a semicircle ten times faster than the forward stab, breaking free from the restraint of Akentin's frosted black iron glove palm. Pierced him in the throat.

The cold hilt of the thin sword that pierced through his neck pressed against the throat of the town's magistrate, making him feel extremely cold.

Not believing that he was about to die, Akendin's mouth let out a strange sound, 'Uh-uh-uh...', and blood gushed out of his mouth, and he soon lost his life and fell from the beast.

It wasn't until the sound of his corpse hitting the ground sounded and followed him, the religious warriors dressed in elaborate openwork metal armor and wearing oval-shaped patterns based on the map of the Land of Red Iron on their chests realized that the town's magistrate had been killed right before their eyes.

They looked at each other in horror, and a middle-aged man with dark skin and deep wrinkles on his forehead, who looked more like a poor farmer than the leader of the temple warriors, shook the reins and drove away his mounts, and soon surrounded the gray-robed man who was still walking calmly and unhurriedly after the killing.

"Your Excellency, no matter how powerful you are, it is not a smart thing to kill a noble magistrate so rashly," the swarthy middle-aged man unconsciously looked a little more sad, and said in a hoarse voice: "Even if you don't take a noble viscount seriously, you must know that this land is one of the frontlines of the 'Falong World' against the invasion of other civilizations.

It seems to be peaceful, but in fact, there are at least five professional legions of 100,000 people and thousands of gods and priests stationed within a radius of a thousand miles, and there is no shortage of gods, gods, gods, and sons..."

"Respected religious warriors, could it be that the knights and priests who were stationed here to defend against the 'Otherworldly Demons' would have their arms cut off for a scoundrel who tried to extort strangers?

Or do you want to attack and kill people but die under your own sword, and the dishonorable knights will encircle and suppress me on a large scale?" the gray-robed man interrupted the religious warrior leader in a calm tone.

The swarthy middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, knowing that it was useless to bother with his words, gritted his teeth and pulled out the scimitar at his waist, pointed at the gray-robed man and said, "Of course, those adults with heavy responsibilities will not encircle and suppress you for such a trivial matter, but I, as the leader of the religious warriors who serve the guardian deity of Wild Deer Town and the Red Iron Lady, must make you pay the price for risking and killing the territorial law enforcer." ”

As the leader drew his weapon, the rest of the religious warriors also drew their swords one after another, pulling the reins of the war horse and slowly retreating, seemingly relaxing the encirclement, but in fact they were looking for an opportunity to use the impact of the mount to reduce the gap in force with the enemy, intending to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

"I have a lot of respect for the 'Red Iron Lady', and I don't want to be an enemy of the warriors who serve her, but if you attack me," Zhang Lisheng looked at the battle formations of the religious warriors as he wished, and said quietly, "I can only fight back."

Remember, I will shatter and tear his body if he attacks my body;

Whoever beheads me, I will screw off his head. His tone was not intense, but with an inexplicable terrifying aura that made people shudder, causing the retreating beasts around him to hiss, 'Oooh...' for no reason.

"Arrogance!" Sensing the momentum unconsciously exuded by the enemy that had shaken the hearts of his young men, the leader of the religious warriors shouted violently, "For the glory of the goddess, attack."

Cross charge!", first driving the crotch riding beast to speed up and rush towards the gray-robed man.

Seeing that the leader began to charge, the other religious warriors also calculated the beat one by one, and rushed towards the enemy in turn as they usually trained thousands of times.

As the name suggests, the so-called 'cross charge' is a number of cavalry, from different directions to attack the enemy in pairs, this tactic sounds very simple, but it is very difficult to implement, once the coordination is wrong, the cavalry will collide with each other without the enemy's hands, and kill themselves.

However, once trained, five or six cavalrymen can cooperate with each other to maintain an uninterrupted and powerful attack rhythm with the speed and impact of the cavalry, so that the enemy is overwhelmed, and it is one of the killer skills of well-trained warriors to defeat the strong with the weak.

The distance of twenty or thirty paces was fleeting under the gallop of the 'Mountain Hoof Beast', staring at the oncoming wind, the swarthy middle-aged man's eyes stared at the neck of the gray-robed man without blinking, while slightly adjusting the angle of the war knife in his hand;

While praying silently to the patron saint of the country of red iron that he believes, he is a qiēshun lì.

Faced with an opponent who could kill a noble knight with his own hands, he did not have the luxury of defeating the enemy in one fell swoop, but only hoped that the first round of attacks in the battle array would not be blocked, and then he could defeat the enemy with non-stop attacks.

Unfortunately, things did not go as smoothly as the leader of the religious warriors had hoped, and just as he felt that he was about to cut off the head of his enemy, he saw the gray-robed man suddenly jump up with unimaginable agility, and kicked him in the ear with a flying kick.

After that, a 'poof' sound like a half-ripe red melon breaking sounded in the ears of the swarthy middle-aged man, and he only felt that his mouth was sweet, and his eyes were dark and he lost consciousness forever.

After effortlessly kicking and shattering the head of the leader of the religious warriors, Zhang Lisheng pretended to lightly touch the back of the mountain hoof beast that had lost its master, made a gesture of borrowing strength, and turned around and kicked straight to shatter the ribs of the warrior behind him who slashed at his back, but slashed into the air.

After an instant staggering, the two dead corpses fell and rode the beast, although the speed was so fast that ordinary people could not react, but the rest of the religious warriors instinctively felt that their whole bodies trembled, and no one dared to swing their swords to attack.

Letting the pale cavalry pass by harmlessly, Zhang Lisheng said in a flat voice, "Goddess warriors who are still alive, your choices are much smarter than your companions. He walked slowly forward again.

Looking at his fading figure, several religious warriors who had gradually calmed down from their horror felt ashamed to death, but the corpses of their comrades who had died miserably on the mud ground did not give them the courage to avenge their enemies.

Eventually, the eldest of the remaining samurai puffed up Yu Yong and roared, "Warrior, if you are really so conceited about your strength, do you dare to let us see what you look like and leave your name?"

"This group of fools has finally asked the point, it seems that they haven't been stupid yet..."Hearing this question from afar, Zhang Lisheng relaxed his mood, muttered to himself, turned around, wiped off his cloth hat, revealed his facial features, and shouted loudly: "I was born at dawn when the sun was rising, so I named it Lisheng."

As a warrior from the island of red leaves, who has traveled thousands of miles to hone my martial arts, I am never afraid of any challenge. ”。 Then he smiled coldly, turned around again, and after a while, he turned along the road and disappeared.

"What a madman, madman, damn..."The religious warrior who asked the question watched the enemy calmly leave, gritted his teeth and cursed a few words with a distorted face, looked at his companions around him, and suddenly drew his knife and slashed his chest with his backhand, and said in a cold voice: "Colleagues, the enemy is strong.

After killing the Norton Warrior and the Gatton Warrior, they broke through our encirclement, and their strength was not beyond our reach, so it seemed that the only way to ask for help was to ask for help from the temple of the 'City of Thorns'. ”

"Before that, I have to inform His Excellency Viscount Avanna that the magistrate of Wild Deer Town has died. When his voice landed, and the others were still looking at each other and didn't know what to do, a young warrior with slender eyes and thin eyes had already reacted first, stabbed his shoulder with a knife, looked at Akentin on the ground with wide eyes and dead eyes, and said in a deep voice. (To be continued......)