Waves of turbulent cyclones swirled in the air, buzzing strings and muffled explosions around Creek, surrounded by flying rubble and dust, and behind him the terrifying green phantom like a hill chased after him, and the huge sword shadow in his hand, composed entirely of turquoise light, repeatedly slashed into the earth, ruthlessly tearing open shocking gaps in the ground.

Creek flickered at high speed in the overlapping sword shadows that kept falling, his movements were agile and elegant, without the slightest drag, and he didn't even have to look back to see where the sword shadows fell, as if from the soul power surging from behind, he could accurately judge the direction where Barrow's attack fell, and he only needed to avoid this edge early. He staggered along the long paths, leaping from the roof of one building to the roof of another, like a black lightning bolt that appeared from time to time, with a strange illusion in his rapidity.

His calm and calm face could be faintly seen, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile that was not easy to detect, his usual gentlemanly graceful and calm smile. He didn't seem to be in the middle of a fierce battle, as if he was at the moment at a hot midsummer night ball, and he was the dazzling star dancing leisurely on the stage, his evocative difficult and elegant movements won bursts of fierce applause, all eyes seemed to be focused on him, bright petals spilling from the sky, and his indifferent smile responded to the increasingly crazy audience.

Suddenly, a loud bang once again stirred up countless rubble and dust, the surging soul power made the ground tremble faintly, and the dust and smoke filled the surroundings of the sword shadow for a while, and Crick did not rush out of the dust and smoke as quickly as before this time.

"Could it be...... Hit!?" In front of the green phantom, Barrow, wrapped in a black robe, stared closely at the sand in front of him, his eyes searching back and forth in the edge of the dust.

"Not really!" A sharp horizontal slash abruptly cut through the dust, and then a pitch-black figure jumped out of the crack, and he pressed the black top hat on his head as he quickly galloped away into the distance.

"What? I haven't seen Mr. Crick in years, is there only a little bit left to escape?" Crick's deep voice came from behind him, full of disdain and mockery.

"Oh, I'm going to be sad if I say that......" Creek continued to run forward without looking back, but his voice reached Barrow's ears unusually clearly, "I can think about it besides running away!"

"Think, what's worth thinking about at this time?" Barrow sprang up from the ground and chased after Crick's vanishing figure, "Is it thinking about his last words?"

"No, no, no, I'm thinking about your abilities...... And a way to take you down!" Crick replied lightly, even with a mean smile on his face, not in the slightest sense of urgency or threat from Barrow's relentless pursuit.

"Oh, tell me?" said Barrow, with a gloomy face and a slight narrowing of his pupils, "the result of your thinking?"

"Actually......" Creek asked implicitly, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak, "your abilities are really interesting, and they really scared me a lot when I first came out...... But what exactly is this ability?"

Barrow: "......"

"Hmm......" Crick tilted his head as he scurled his head over the staggered rooftops, as if he was really thinking about something, "Hmm...... You seem to have said it, it's called ...... What's it called?"

"Squire!" Barrow vaguely felt a few green tendons on his forehead throb and throb, and he suppressed his growing rage.

"Yes, it's the acolyte......" Creek roared as if he had suddenly realized, "it's more powerful than I thought, and I'm very happy to be your teacher!"

Barrow: "......"

"That's it...... These?" Barrow hesitated for a long time before he could barely squeeze out a few words.

"That's all!" Crick nodded, affirmatively.

At this moment, Crick's rapid running steps suddenly stopped, and then quickly turned around to face the oncoming gusts of wind, clenched the knight's sword in his hand, and the oncoming wind blew the broken hair on his forehead......

Barrow was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, and the turquoise sword shadow swept out, rolling up an overwhelming cloud of smoke and sand and gravel, and approached Creek.

There was a bang, and a blazing white light lit up in vain, followed by a violent soul power that erupted like destroying the sky, and the ground of the entire Covetan began to shake violently, and the ground under Crick's feet quickly cracked around, countless rubble peeled off from the ground, and with the circle of whirlpools visible to the naked eye shot out in a ripple-like manner, and there was a continuous buzzing noise in the ears, like the pain of countless tiny silver needles piercing the eardrums, and the rapid winds swept across the face like daggers。

"And ...... What a nostalgic name!" Crick, shrouded in blinding white light, slowly raised his head, revealing his eyes as deep as eagle's eyes, and his whole person seemed to change into another person in an instant, from his eyes to his mannerisms, and even the tone of his voice.

"Blocked my attack?!" Barrow was a little confused for a moment Creek's change in vain, but the current situation did not allow him to think about it carefully, the storm from the explosion wantonly blew his black robe to the ground, his long hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and the corners of his mouth slowly floated upward, like a demon born, showing a greedy and bloodthirsty smile, and roared wildly, "It looks like you're finally ready to get serious!" But that's what makes me my opponent, that's what I want to surpass, what I want to beat...... Opponent!"

"Why?" "Why?" Standing in the middle of the devastated pit, he slowly took off his black top hat, gently patted the dust, and said lightly, "Why did it become the way it is?"

"What's the point of discussing this now?" said Barrow, his black robe and long hair fluttering in the wind, his deep voice marked a tone of disdain and indifference.

"Yes!" Creek's sword-sharp eyes stared closely at the long-haired Barrow, and said in a low voice, "that decides whether I should be here or not...... Kill you!"

"That's right!" Barrow suddenly laughed madly, his arrogant laughter was full of bone-chilling sadness, "You saved my life, you saved it, you regretted it, you saved a demon, a demon who helped God slaughter wantonly!"

Crick stood quietly in place, looking at Barrow, who was laughing wildly in front of him, and said lightly, "I have no regrets! ”

"But the boy you saved, he regretted it......" Barrow stopped laughing arrogantly, straightened his long messy hair, put his hood back on, and hid his eyes at the moment, "You saved his life, but you didn't save his heart...... You've got him to where he is today. ”

"Really?" Crick still didn't quite understand, and sighed silently, "But why are you so attached to me?"

"Have you forgotten the agreement between us?" Barrow sneered with a somewhat self-deprecating sneer, "it was you who abandoned me and reneged on the agreement between us......

"I haven't forgotten. Crick lowered his eyes, as if he was deliberately trying to hide the guilt and regret that was gradually rising, "It's just me at that time...... I can't keep my promise to you. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's not too late to fulfill it now. Barrow looked directly at Creek coldly, making no secret of the murderous aura that was surging at the moment.

The huge green phantom behind him was slowly changing, and more arms poked out of the phantom like mist, and then a cyan giant sword quietly extended from his arm, standing between heaven and earth like a hideous demon.

"I see!" Crick slowly buttoned up his black top hat and bowed slightly to Barrow Just, who was not far away, "I'll do my best to fight you here!"

"Oh? I see. Barrow noticed the barren wilderness around him, and instantly understood Crick's intentions, and he said with some disdain, "Did you bring me here on purpose? Are you afraid that our battle will hurt more innocents? Or is it the same as back then...... Annoying!"

In between speaking, Barrow's soul power suddenly surged the hill-like figure behind him, and countless cyan and illusory giant swords fell from the sky, bringing gusts of wind towards Creek.

The sharp sound of countless intertwined giant swords breaking through the air was already close to his ears, and Crick unhurriedly swung his knight's sword in the air, and one after another invisible transparent air blades roared into the sky, facing those illusory sword shadows that fell straight down, and two equally domineering and violent soul forces collided in midair, making a dense explosion sound. At the same time, his slender and agile figure quickly leaped backwards, flying high in the air, widening the distance between him and the huge phantom, his sword flexibly and quickly drew a series of criss-crossing arcs of cold light in the air, and a sharp wind whistle was born out of thin air around him, and a huge air flow swept up, and the hurricane stacked by countless cold air blades swirled wildly around Creek, heading straight for the nine heavens.......

"Very well, Mr. Mars, you really live up to the prestige of the past!" Barrow's pupils contracted violently, and the anger in his eyes skyrocketed. The air was tumbling with a raging spirit power roaring like a tsunami, and Creek's attack had not yet fallen, but the colossal sense of oppression had been invisibly enveloped, and the air around him seemed to have become extremely thin under this sense of oppression.

"You too, both soul power and attack are shocking!" Creek's voice came faintly through the raging hurricane, sounding a little distorted, and seemed to be mixed with a little regret, "Sure enough, it's a very talented child......

The hurricane swept up into the sky, and even the slowly floating clouds in the sky were shattered in the blink of an eye, and then the fragments of clouds began to rotate around the hurricane, gradually swallowed by the hurricane, and it seemed that even the sky was torn apart by this terrible hurricane.

Barrow stared coldly at Creek, who was completely enveloped in the hurricane, his expression grim, countless cyan greatswords waiting in the ethereal huge phantom behind him, wrapping him in the center layer upon layer, proudly confronting the roaring hurricane ahead.

The sharp roar fell from the sky, the sound that seemed to be able to shatter the heavens and the earth was like the roar of a giant dragon, and the hurricane that meandered into the sky was a powerful dragon body, and at some point it turned around in vain, roaring and swooping down, spinning, cutting, and roaring wildly towards the illusory huge cyan figure on the ground......

"I see, is it attacking from above?" Barrow smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, "It's just that such a powerful attack is too easy to dodge." ”

Barrow's black figure shot to the side like lightning, and the huge illusory figure behind him collapsed into the air as if it suddenly disappeared at this moment, and then the hurricane that swooped down like a dragon in the distance rushed into the place where Barrow was standing just now, and the violent air flow rolled around the crazy explosion reverberated deafeningly between heaven and earth, and the slender dragon body was wrapped around the surging soul power that still drilled towards the center of the explosion without hesitation, and the air continued to stir with a huge sound like a river and a sea and a violent soul power that rolled like a tsunami.

The moment they touched the hard ground, the blades of the air that were entangled to form a hurricane all exploded, turning into dense sharp blades that sliced wildly towards the surroundings with the shock wave generated by the powerful explosion, and the yellow rocky ground was cut into a mess.

Barrow was startled, and as soon as he gained a foothold, the qi blade that quickly passed by him easily cut his left shoulder, the wound was deep into the bone marrow, and blood gushed out. And he didn't have time to hesitate or wail at all, more air blades followed, overwhelmingly surging, these wanton roaring air blades did not lock on to any target, but such a huge number of air blades attacked at the same time, there was no way to dodge, it was like a gust of wind blowing in the face, a violent wind composed of swords, dense swords staggered and slashed, like a hunting net thrown by death.

"Damn!" Barrow's face sank, the black long sword in his hand stabbed into the ground under his feet, and the huge phantom behind him appeared strangely again, and a cyan giant sword poked out from behind, neatly side by side into the ground in front of him, forming an illusory sword shield, followed by the sword and shield like a violent wind, making a dull sonorous sound, although Barrow hid behind the sword and shield, but such a close soul power collision still produced a huge soul power fluctuation, he was shocked by the aftermath of these crazy stirring soul power, and his chest was dull and breathless。 He gritted his teeth tightly and raised his head, struggling to maintain the output of his soul power, but even so, the illusory sword and shield in front of him was still on the verge of collapse due to the impact of the sea tide of air blades, and one crack after another spread clearly on the flickering sword and shield.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Barrow's face flashed a trace of fear in vain, and the sword shield in front of him finally shattered and fell apart at this moment, his entire body was shocked and flew out along with the sword shadow that gradually dissipated, fortunately, there were very few oncoming air blades, and he barely controlled his body flying out upside down to avoid the last air blade attack.

However, a black afterimage blended in the remaining qi blades and approached directly, shooting straight towards Barrow, who could not fully control his body in mid-air. Barrow swallowed a mouthful of churning blood fiercely, he stirred up the soul power of his whole body and swung his sword forward in the air, and an illusory cyan sword shadow slashed towards the figure that was approaching in the void in front of him, but the figure that seemed to be like an arrow from the string turned strangely in the air, almost clinging to the cyan sword shadow.

Barrow was shocked, and before he could make the next move, the black figure had quietly arrived.

"Looks like you're still lacking in strength!" Creek's voice came from the wind whistling in his ears, accompanied by a sharp sword groan, and the slender knight's sword shimmered with a blinding silver light in midair, drawing a cold arc of light.

A cloud of blood fell from the sky, and Barrow staggered back a few steps on the messy ground to barely maintain his balance, his left shoulder and waist and abdomen were sliced open with shocking wounds, and blood gushed out. Creek made a light turn in the air and landed on a rock in front of Barrow, his black top hat in one hand and his bloody knight's sword in the other, his eyes that were not blocked by his arm stared coldly at the rather embarrassed man in front of him.