I really can't control myself.

Chapter 1820
"It's not good." This was the first reaction of St. Jolamode.

Although I said that I didn't use all my strength to slash this blow, even the holy level is not very capable of taking this blow.St. Jolamod is still in the probing stage at this time. If Linton parries or dodges with his sword, he can accept it. After all, the opponent is also a saint, but this one who received the blow with his head motionlessly, he Of course it is impossible to think of it.

His heart was shaken, but St. Jolamode's heart was very firm. The movements of his hands were not messed up. He changed his posture with his backhand and slashed horizontally, swinging towards Linton's neck again.

However, Linton quickly raised a hand, stretched out a finger, and simply blocked St. Jorama's blow again.

The vindictive energy released by St. Joramold knocked the surrounding turf away. The aftermath of this attack also showed the power of this blow, but Linton's calm smile at this moment really made St. Jorahmod a little panicked. .

Originally, St. Joramold's sword moves must be quite coherent. According to the actual fighting situation, he can always adjust and carry out continuous attacks. However, at this time, St. Joramold's mind is a little blank, and he has never seen a situation like this before. With so much combat experience, he even wrote that he didn't know how to fight.

But before he could figure it out, Linton suddenly swung his palm as a knife, and slashed directly at the right shoulder of St. Jolamode.

"Ka Ka Ka" sounds of various bone cracks sounded, from the shoulder blades to the ribs, St. Jolamo's whole body was cut and dented.Spitting out a mouthful of blood, St. Jorama fell on the spot on the spot.

"As always, the weak ones are going to die." Linton spread his hands and said, of course, the ones here, as always, are talking about the entire holy level, and indeed I have never seen a single one who can fight.

"You...what the hell are you...ahem...what kind of monster..." St. Jorah Mode, who fell on the ground, stared at Linton. Before he came, he had even thought that he might really be with Linton. Linton had a duel, but he never thought that the process would be like this. Not only is this guy's strength not a "holy-level rookie", but even the word "holy-level" cannot describe his strength. I feel that he and Linton Totally out of class.

"Death is death, don't curse people indiscriminately." Linton said.

"The Holy Association will find you soon...you can't escape..." Saint Jolamode said.

"Isn't this waiting for them?" Linton smiled, "Do you think my target is you? You...what are you?"

"..." St. Jolamo was shocked, but he suddenly understood Linton's meaning.Although the words sound extremely arrogant, but the facts prove that the holy level is really nothing in his eyes. This guy's goal is the entire holy level association?St. Jolamod always felt that the whole continent seemed to be facing a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked in the direction of the main city of the elves. He could predict that the war with the human race would definitely be bad for the elves.Linton is not afraid of the restriction of the Holy Association at all. If even the Holy Association cannot stop Linton, the Elf Kingdom is of course impossible, so the outcome of the war is definitely very bad.

"Heh!" Suddenly, a burst of light rushed out of St. Jolamode's body and shot directly into the sky.St. Jolamod's side should have burst out with the last fighting spirit. He stood up suddenly and switched to holding the sword in his left hand. He was just about to make a move, but in the next second, Linton's right hand had pierced his chest.

"Is there any use for your flare-like thing? I said that I am waiting for people from the Holy Association to investigate." Linton looked up at the light in the sky and said.

St. Jolamo didn't answer. Yes, he didn't want to fight back against Linton when he finally got angry. He already understood the difference in strength between Linton and him in the instant fight, and they were not at the same level at all.And his flare-like thing was not to notify the Holy Association. The person he wanted to notify was his childhood sweetheart in the Elven King City, Queen Arya.

This is a code that only the two of them can understand, and the meaning is very simple, "Run."

Pulling out his hand, St. Jolamod also closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Before he died, Linton seemed to see the other party smile a little reassuringly. Is it because of the signal flare in the sky?But no matter who St. Jolamo has to signal to, Linton has no fear at all. If you have the ability, you can summon the entire Saint-level association to come.

At this time, in the elves' royal city, Queen Arya indeed saw this signal for the first time.She has been in a state of restlessness since the beginning, always feeling that something is going to happen.Standing on the balcony at the top of the royal city, she was always looking towards the south.Although it is definitely impossible to see the front line here, and it is impossible to really see St. Jolamode, but she just wants to look over there.

What I didn't expect was that I saw the signal flare at this time, this mark, this color, Arya instantly understood who released it and what it meant.They grew up together, foraging and hunting together in the forest since childhood, and the cooperation between the two is very tacit.Because sometimes it is necessary to search for prey separately, the two also agreed on some signals, such as "Support is needed here, come quickly." Strong enemy, spread out and run quickly."

Aryan immediately understood that something happened to St. Jolamo, and she didn't expect it to happen at this time. St. Jolamo had not left for a long time, and the position of the signal flare was in the forest not far from the royal city.Arya's heart was suddenly entangled.

The first reaction must be to save people right away, but she also knew that St. Jolamo had to give herself this signal specially to prevent herself from going to death.The meaning of this signal is that St. Jolamor must judge that the enemy is invincible, and it is better to die than all accidents, but the question is, can I watch St. Jolamor die and do nothing?
"Contact the two adults, Saint Hill and Saint Masven immediately." Aryan immediately said to the servants next to her.

The two of them knew by their names that they were all saints, and they were also enshrined by the elves, and they were also elves.Of course, there is more than one saint level of the elves. Although the population of the country is only one-thirtieth of that of the human race, the number of holy levels of the elves is almost the same as that of the human empire. Here is the advantage in race.

However, like most of the holy ranks of the human race, most of the holy ranks of the elves are also traveling outside, practicing and so on.The holy level itself is too lazy to care about the affairs of the country, but the country is enshrining them after all. Without these offerings, they are quite troublesome. You can't expect the holy level to work or rob, so take turns to protect the country that enshrines them It is the default line rule, the default rule of the mainland.

However, the holy level is basically in charge of the holy level. For example, this time Linton was involved in the war, and the holy level from the elves only intervened. They are not as empty as Linton, and they will take care of everything.But this time, St. Jorama was in danger, and it was definitely a matter for the holy level to take action. Aryan would immediately notify the other two stationed holy levels.

But it didn't take Arya to inform the two of them, because the perception of the holy class was very keen.Aryan only knew what had happened when she saw the signal from St. Jolamod, and the two saints had already felt it when St. Jolamod and Linton started to fight.

The abnormal fighting energy flow, one of the people who shot was their colleague San Jolamode, because he was familiar with his fighting energy fluctuation, it was very easy to perceive it.But who is the opponent?They didn't even feel each other's battle qi, let alone recognize each other's battle qi fluctuations.

Just when Arya sent someone to look for the two saints to have an accident, these two had actually arrived at the scene of the incident, but the current situation...

"You... who the hell are you?" the female elf saint called Saint Hill was held in the air by Linton's neck with one hand, and asked with difficulty.Next to the body of St. Jolamod, there is also a bloody man, of course it is another saint-level St. Masven.

"Dragon Fire Flame Spear!" At this moment, St. Ma Siwen, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his hand and fired high-level flame magic.Although the flame is not big, it is a high-level flame that simulates the breath of a dragon, and its quality is completely incomparable with ordinary flames.San Masi Wen was seriously injured, but he fell on the ground pretending to be unconscious, secretly accumulating magic power, and suddenly released this magic, which is considered to be very rich in combat experience.

It's a pity that Linton has already noticed it, but he doesn't care much about what the other party is doing.With a flash of purple light in his eyes, Yan Dun Jia Gu Tu Ming activated, stretched out his right hand, and directly pinched the opponent's flame in his hand.

"Come on, I'll show you a traditional Chinese skill, swallowing a sword..." Linton also picked up the flaming sword that he had just rubbed out, and with the other hand, he pulled the Saint Hill that he was carrying, and directly swung the sword from top to bottom in the other party's mouth.Saint Hill here let out a scream, shook his whole body violently, and then suddenly became unresponsive, and soon his body began to burn from the inside out. It can be seen that the flame is indeed very strong, and ordinary saints must not be able to resist it.

"Hill!" St. Masven probably has a good relationship with St. Hill. Seeing her miserable situation, he roared angrily. However, when he got up and was about to do something, he looked up and saw Linton who was standing there just now. Teleportation generally came to him.

"fire……"

St. Masven reacted quickly and pulled up his wand to attack, but at the moment he raised his hand, Linton put his four fingers together and inserted it into the opponent's upper arm. out.

Pressing hard on the bone with one thumb, the bone instantly split into two pieces. With a wave of Linton's wrist, the sharp section was directly inserted into St. Masiven's neck.A set of movements was so smooth that San Ma Siwen didn't even have time to react. He just uttered the first incantation, and his neck was pierced in the next second.

"Hiss... drink... cough..." Covering his neck with his remaining hand, St. Masven stared at Linton for a few seconds with his bloodshot glasses. He wanted to say something but couldn't make any sound. fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)