Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 697 A Sword!
"Ha ha……"

Casillas chuckled twice, the demon world has always been respected by the strong, except for a few relatively peaceful special areas, but there has never been any legal restrictions.

Just like the Harlem area, who dares to judge the evil emperor Xia Le?

Casillas asked curiously, "You seem to know me?"

"The great conqueror, the fourth apostle, stained the steel blade with blood, burning the will to fight forever, naturally everyone knows everyone."

Yelin answered very normally and politely. Casillas had been to the continent of Arad, looking for strong men to hone his combat experience.

The other party also had a pair of Conqueror Wings, which was given to a stubborn little red-haired girl, that is, Natalia, who spoke freely and could irritate people to death.

Of course, the most important thing is Casillas' physical characteristics such as a big belly, which are easy to remember.

"Conqueror, apostle, these praises are useless to me, but it doesn't matter anymore. I came here by contract. I only have 3 minutes to stay in this world. Of course, I only have 2 minutes now."

The murderous air suddenly exploded in the air. It was obvious that the withered vegetation around them was stable and there was no sign of wind. However, the three people standing on the opposite side suddenly felt a biting cold wind blowing on their faces, and the cold air was pouring down on their necks.

The pupils of Cyrus, who was still in a weak state, shrank slightly. The current conqueror is more powerful than the avatar just now!

The smile faded away, Ye Lin's expression slowly became serious, his palms trembled slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was fear or excitement.

Because, this time, the fourth apostle seems to be the real body.

Iker Casillas, who was eager to fight, saw through his strength with extremely sophisticated eyes, so after the clone was defeated and dissipated, he came across dimensions with Bibi's summoning contract as the coordinates, and was about to fight a battle!
"I haven't paid attention to the world of Arad for several years. I didn't expect that there are many amazing talents now."

Casillas' right hand rested on the hilt of the sword casually, with a somewhat ghostly face showing a satisfied smile.

What he meant by Arad was the entire planet, including the heavens.

"It's my honor to be praised by Lord Conqueror." Yelin was still smiling, but his eyes were extremely dry.

But he didn't dare to blink, for fear that the moment he lost his vision, the blood-stained steel blade would be across his neck, and he would be defeated before he could make a move. No matter who the opponent was, it would be a shame!

The immense pressure brought to him by the conqueror's sword might, for him, be second only to the power of "Stru", the clone of the great will.

In terms of "swordsmanship" alone, Casillas has already stood at the top of the pyramid in this line, looking down on thousands of sword users.

Juggernaut?

Sword God?

In front of the fourth apostle, there is no division of realms. The only difference may be whether the opponent uses a sword or not, or how many moves he can last.

quiet……

Yelin holds the sword in his right hand, and hangs it simply by his side. His breathing rate is stable and long, and he is adjusting his state and spirit.

The fourth apostle crosses the dimension with his real body, and he must do his best to be worthy of this duel and his reputation as a swordsman!

But there is a huge gap between himself and Casillas, so once a battle breaks out, he may only have one chance to use his sword.

Time seems to be put on a heavy shackle, every second, infinitely magnified and extended in his senses, and the dense strands of spirit seem to imprison this space.

The swaying of every leaf, the trembling of the blades of grass, and even the breathing fluctuations and eyelashes of the third princess and Cyrus behind them were all clearly reflected in my mind.

For a moment, he seemed to have an epiphany, and he was extremely surprised.

The fourth apostle's signature Ye Mingliu can easily deal with the God-killing sword that dances after shadows, and the defense is impeccable. Is it because this space has been "occupied" by him before?

If a swordsman uses the sword to cut, maybe when he holds the hilt of the sword and pulls out the blade half an inch, the conqueror can judge the next attack action based on his vast combat experience.

After one strike, the next strike is all in the mind of the conqueror, and thousands of coping methods have evolved.

"No wonder, only such perverted subtle manipulation can defeat Matega's Blinking Flash cleanly." Ye Lin Youyou let out a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's not that he looks down on the conqueror or is arrogant, but with his spiritual strength in the Holy Spirit realm, he can clearly feel all the changes even without binocular viewing.

Close your eyes, but you can avoid the vicious appearance of the conqueror.

Casillas is still indifferent, his eyes show a little appreciation, and he dares to try to break himself in the face of the pressure of his "bad reputation". This kind of disposition alone is very good.

The air seemed to be suffocated and frozen, and every breath of oxygen was so difficult. The third princess and Cyrus kept standing, their expressions were stiff, and they dared not even breathe out.

The two people confronting each other in front of them were tense to the extreme, and there was only one "noise" that broke the silence, and the sword would be completed in an instant, and who would win would be determined in half a second!

The "noise" comes from a withered leaf, from a very common poplar tree, which also loses its leaves very early in autumn. Now it is late autumn, and there are only stubborn people in twos and threes left on the treetops.

嚓～
Bibi's little black leather boots accidentally stepped on a withered yellow leaf that had been bitten by moths, the sound was actually very subtle, and no one would pay attention to the last mournful cry of the fallen leaf when pedestrians stepped on it during the day.

However, this subtle point has become the most suitable introduction to break the deadlock of confrontation.

Instant cut!

Canxin Sword!
In an instant, under Bibi's dazed eyes, the two exchanged positions, the ground raised wind and dust, and countless fallen leaves danced, but those fallen leaves didn't have the chance to fall to the ground again, and exploded into little dust in the air.

……

"Hey, thank you Lord Conqueror for keeping your hand, this junior is grateful and ashamed."

Ye Lin stretched out his hand and touched the side of his neck, his fingers were stained with a trace of blood, which seemed to be still warm.

The sword of the conqueror just now almost cut his neck, but Casillas kept his hand at a critical moment, delicately cutting a little bit of his skin.

Bleeding is painful, but not fatal.

"It's okay, there are still 20 seconds left. Unfortunately, I didn't come down through the normal method, otherwise I could have stayed longer." Casillas sighed suddenly, the sound of metal rubbing when the blood-stained steel blade retracted its sheath, the vicissitudes of life were obscure, It symbolizes his boundless killing experience.

"Bibi, will you go back to the Demon Realm with me?" He turned around and asked.

"never!"

Bibi directly shook her head and refused. She hasn't had enough fun yet, and there are still many delicacies that she hasn't eaten yet.

Casillas nodded silently, without forcing it, purely because his body was in Central Park a few minutes ago, and he had something to find Katie, so he asked casually.

ten seconds...

Suddenly, Casillas' eyes flashed brightly, and the hand holding the sword clenched a little.

A group of people stood quietly about 30 meters away, two men and four women, and the leader was an old man with white beard and hair.

In an instant, the sword intent slashed horizontally, and the dark swords fought fiercely within 30 meters. Obviously neither of the two men drew their swords, but strangely sharp and deep ravines appeared on the ground.

Zheng~
It seemed that an invisible sword energy collided in the void, and Soderos narrowed his eyes slightly.

He quietly raised his right hand, and suddenly a gorgeous giant sword arced across the sky, holding it in the palm of his hand.

Magic Sword, Clarice!
The weapon that he and Liang Yue never used in the competition, which has not been stained with blood for thousands of years, is now actively calling for it to be used.

Casillas clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha, interesting, how much has Arad changed in the past few years, it's a pity, I should deal with an opponent like you with all my strength, but I still have to follow the rules of the summoning contract, no It's time."

The wanton laughing fourth apostle conqueror, the legendary sword soul 2000 years ago, confronted proudly, and the first meeting ended with an invisible confrontation of sword energy.

Two people with completely different temperaments, if Soderos is a famous swordsman, then Casillas is a mountain wanderer.

Soderos let go of Clarice, and nodded slightly: "It's okay, I will go to the Demon Realm in the future."

"Oh, why did you go?"

"Kahn."

silence...

"Haha, good! However, if you want to fight Kahn, if you don't defeat me first, it will be futile."

"Can you... touch the corner of Kahn's clothes?" Soderos asked suddenly.

To outsiders, the question seemed ridiculous and confused, but it silenced the eternal conquerors.

It wasn't until the last moment that he sighed leisurely: "Kan, that guy, my Ye Mingliu seems to have turned into a blank sheet of paper."

"But, did you swing your sword?"

"Of course! As a swordsman, even if you know you are invincible, you still have to dare to make the first strike."

(End of this chapter)