Shaman from Afar

The cold moonlight reflected on the knife and reflected on Middle's face, making the Azore's smile a little darker.

This is not the first time Loren has seen Azore's long sword.

The "iron ride" in the hands of Salika Jonah, the Mithril sword passed down from generation to generation of Boye, is a weapon forged according to the standard of the Azore sword.

The long and narrow blade is as light as a feather; the blade is faintly blue, like a Wang Qingquan under the moonlight; the slightly curved back of the blade allows her to be pulled out of the sheath at a very fast speed.

Just like that moment.

The black-haired wizard looked ashamed-he guessed that the opponent would not let him go, and that the opponent's swordsmanship was absolutely unusual, but he didn't expect this guy to actually suppress the "bright silver" swordmans.

No, it's not suppression ... but it was cancelled, his knife has a problem!

The Azore elf with the knife in his hand raised his right eyebrow, also showing a look of consternation.

"The blade of the converging light ... interesting, unheard of." Middlel's smile showed a little curiosity: "If I just didn't have time to pull the knife, I am afraid that half of the torso will be fragmented by this violent blade Now. "

"Where and where, you are so humble, Lord Middle." Loren barely squeezed out a sneer. "With your knife, I should say this."

Hanmao stood upright, his heartstrings tense ... like a voice in his heart constantly reminding him.

The Azores in front of him is very dangerous, very dangerous.

"Convenient to carry, very concealed, and unmatched in power-such weapons should be very rare treasures in the empire?"

"No, no, it's not that precious; this thing is in the hands of the empire, and there are three in ten copper."

"Sir Edward, I find you really like to joke."

"No, not one another."

The next second, the chatting two moved almost simultaneously.

"Come --- !!!!!!"

One white and one blue, the two blades slide in opposite directions, and the blazing fire dances in the darkness!

The expressionless dark-haired wizard instantly turned on "Beyond Perception" and leaped towards Middle left in an extremely eerie gesture.

Almost immediately, the Azore elf who was in a low shape protected himself with a long knife, put a scabbard in front of him, and shoved it forward.

The next moment, the blade that disappeared in Loren's sight, protruded the snake letter like a viper again.

Take the door straight.

puff--!

Without touching it, the screaming air was still torn open in Loren ears, and several hair strands were cut into pieces in mid-air.

The sword of "Bright Silver" has already taken a step ahead, sweeping towards the skull of the Azores.

The smiling Midel's thread didn't move, and the flashing light only touched his hair, cut off the ponytail's head rope, and the dark brown hair fell down.

"clang--!"

The two frontiers meet again and leave with a touch.

In less than half a second, the two head-to-head eyes also avoided the opponent's deadly sword, and forced the other guy to retreat.

Middlel frowned slightly, seeming to be surprised at the bright silver still in Loren's hands.

The expressionless dark-haired wizard quickly recovered his calm, his left hand behind his back squeezed his snapped fingers, and he did not let go from beginning to end.

At that moment, if the "force shock" was used, the opposite Azore elf should have laid down.

But he couldn't ... The sound of the air explosion was enough to wake up most of the Hazy Moon Court-he was passive.

"how should I do it?"

The Azores opened his mouth again, the corners of his mouth re-curved, and walked with a knife in his hand: "Can't be found, can't make the determination to kill me, and be careful not to kill me ..."

"Sir Edward, what are you going to do?"

Loren, holding the sword in both hands, set up the "bright silver" and pointed the sword at Middle-this guy was more trouble than he thought, and ... it was still a tuberculosis.

"The sword just now is enough to prove that you are also an excellent swordsman; but ... I am afraid you will not only have a sword." Middle's voice is very leisurely, just like a stroll in the court:

"Being forced to compare swords with me in this room that is less than ten steps wide and nine steps long; this feeling of hand-to-hand restraint must be painful for you?"

"However, if you change your mind, life is like this-even if it has the power to destroy the world, it must not be constrained at the end; it has to do its best to exert a small part of its ability under all kinds of restrictions. With these rules, you will not be destroyed by yourself and the enemy. "

"The more you stand at the top, the more you hold the power of life and death, the easier it is to have such emotions."

The self-talking Middlel is still talking, as if the next second is his death, and he wants to say all he wants to say before he dies.

"Your Excellency, do you have such emotions?"

"I don't know." Loren with a cold face didn't listen to what he said at all.

"Well ... pity." Smiling Middle, shook his head and sighed.

The next second, he struck again without warning, and the fierce knife style came first.

"clang--!"

The dark-haired wizard instinctively dodges sideways, parries out, and bursts a spark at the center of the sword.

After Jianmang ... is his own heart.

Horrified Loren's eyes widened and the power of "beyond perception" was fully exerted, causing the surrounding air and light to become slow, dull and frozen.

At that moment, he could barely see the movement of the Azore elves-the other person's figure was not moving, but the knife stabbed the middle of the sword with the shaking shadow of his wrist, and he walked away with a touch.

But ... impossible.

There is at least a three-step distance between two people. The Azore long knife is only a one-handed knife, and there is absolutely no three-step length in any way.

In other words, Middler took a step forward at that moment, stretched out his wingspan, and the blade punctured straight, almost piercing himself with a sword!

And the self that opened "beyond perception" only had time to see the residual image of the wrist shaking.

How fast is he? !

"Ding--!"

Another note of a sharp blade collision suddenly sounded in the dark room.

It was too late to think ... the dark-haired wizard was cold-faced, and the gray-blue swordman's face approached the face of the Azore elf; two sharp blades pulled the scream of tearing air, and they quickly met in midair.

The figures of the two sides were at the same time, one left and one right to dodge the slide, and exchanged positions at the moment they touched.

At the moment of turning back, Loren instinctively tilted his head slightly to the left, and he could flash a knife piercing the eyebrow; the sword awn stood up, holding the blade of Azore's long knife.

Middlel seemed to subconsciously want to close the knife, but it was too late ... the dark-haired wizard had already taken the lead. The blade of the sword against the edge of the blade dragged a string of dazzling sparks and slashed at the open door.

With a hit, a sword can cut off his head.

"boom--!"

The bright red scabbard blocked the way that Jianmang had to go through. Almost just a moment's stagnation broke into two pieces; but this moment was enough for Middler.

Enough to let him twist and step forward, holding the knife handle with both hands and slashing from behind the black-haired wizard!

"clang--!"

It was another crisp note, and Loren, who missed, was able to parry a beam of moonlight falling from behind ... Both sides seemed to maintain some kind of "tacit understanding", suppressing the sound of blade collision to a minimum.

The dark room recovered its silence again.

The black-haired wizard who gasped slightly, glanced at the shattered scabbard on the ground, and then turned his attention to the opposite Azore Elf—Middle who had lost the scabbard, now changed his two-handed knife; left foot forward, The flat long knife rests on the right side of the body.

I really do n’t know if it ’s good or bad ... Maybe I made a mistake, but it ’s not necessarily true.

"You ... really brought me a lot of surprises, Lord Edward." Shaking his head, Middlel's mouth twirled again with a gentle smile: "Unmodestly, I thought that within three swords, I would end this Battle. "

"Where and where, this should be replaced by me." The dark-haired wizard said coldly, "I saw it for the first time with such a fast knife."

Even Edward's bayonet, a certain night watchman, is far behind him.

However, the next second, Middler showed a very strange expression, and then smiled dumbly.

Loren frowned slightly.

Why ... did you misunderstand?

"However ... what really surprised me is that you can adapt to this restricted battle so quickly-it is worthy of the emperor's guard, and it must be difficult to imagine the various difficult combat situations you have encountered."

Smiling softly, Midel narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dark-haired wizard's cheek: "That, is ... magic, isn't it?"

"Oh, please don't doubt, this is just pure curiosity-magic is still a new thing that has just appeared in Azores, only some young children are learning, like us samurai really don't understand."

"After all, all this is also thanks to the alchemist who came from afar in the Sakran Empire, Master Harlemfan Ashamai; he left a complete set of books and drawings on Yingxiao Island, And personally taught three alchemists, leaving a legacy. "

"Yingxiao Island today is not a deserted border island in the past, but a wizarding shrine for many young children looking for new knowledge-if it is not because I am old, I would also like to try to learn it."

Middlel said with some emotion, with a longing in his eyes.

"..." Loren Turin.

For a moment, the dark-haired wizard really turned around and immediately returned to the Morning Star Forest, strangling a certain alchemist who was old and shamelessly playing with teachers and students!

The current Azores kingdom is no longer "understanding" of the empire's wizarding system, but has established its own wizarding system based on what Achamai left behind.

With the talents of the Azores who can dream anytime, anywhere, and the accumulation of decades, the strength of their wizarding class has definitely reached a very amazing level!

At the same time, the opposite Midel is still talking.

"Well, everything can be explained in this way-although I do n’t know your identity, it must be the first time to visit Wuyue Court; it can be passed under the eyes of many war dancers and is not found. You must have some kind of "insight" magic, so that you can easily escape the patrolling dancers. "

"In addition, it was only the first time that I could find my room so smoothly ... Although it is not a secret, it also means that you know my existence or know my specific location."

"The lightsaber in your hand ... Although I don't know the principle, it should also be related to" magic "or" alchemy "; at the first moment of confrontation with me, I left my left hand behind my back and then replaced it with my hands. Holding the sword, I thought it was originally intended to use some kind of magic, and finally worried about too much movement, and gave up, right? "

"There are also patterns on your face, which should also be some kind of magic that can enhance the reaction ... Oh, there is nothing to detract from you, but before and after use, your reaction has obviously risen by more than one step, even by Instinct blocked my sword; "

"And your sleeves, both sides-although not obvious, but there seems to be some kind of mechanism hidden underneath; ashamed, I am always interested in these delicate things, so I am a little more sensitive ... … "

Facing this unending Azores elf, the dark-haired wizard's attention always stayed on the tip of his knife, waiting squintingly for the moment to pierce.

The next second, still chattering middel, his wrist trembles again, and the tip of the knife is coming!

In the roar of the tearing air, the Azore's long knife reflecting the moonlight exuded the murderous sentiment, like a venomous snake, which made people unprepared.

really!

The faceless Loren, his body moved instinctively again; in the moment of sliding to avoid, the gray-blue sword mango blocked in front of him.

"Ding--!"

The excitement of breaking the sky sounded, and the long sword and the sword mandrel were staggered in the air.

A dark-haired wizard like an unknown prophet flashed sideways at the moment of the throat piercing the blade, leaving only a thin blood stain on the left side of the neck.

The sword of "Bright Silver" raised in his hand and forced Midel's second knife.

Midel, who lost the first blow, was not entangled, and immediately slipped back three steps, then set up the long knife in his hand again.

The black-haired wizard who had been lucky enough to have a horrified look on his face.

That's right ~ www.readwn.com ~ At that moment, his eyes moved from the tip of the knife to Middle's figure;

Then he saw ... at the moment when the tip of the knife was approaching, at the moment when he felt the killing intention, the other person's figure ...

The thread is not moving!

The Azore elf who saw Loren's expression smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Um ... two encounters, you can see that it's a guard who can be trusted by your emperor." Middle smiled, as if he was really expressing his admiration: "Many people ... many elves, are being The moment I pour the throat through, I do n’t know how I missed it. "

Loren's expression was ugly to the extreme.

"This is the next sword, or the unique swordsmanship, the warrior way-just like your human wizards, they will also classify their own schools."

"A kind of ... incompatible with the temper underneath, very sinister and sinister tricks."

"... Folding sword."