Wizard From Afar

The cold moonlight reflected on the knife and reflected on Middle's face, making the Azorean smile a little more gloomy.

This is not the first time Loren has seen the Azores long sword.

The "Iron Cavalry" in the hands of Sarika Jonah, the mythril sword passed down from generation to generation, is a weapon forged in accordance with the Azores long sword.

The long and narrow blade is as light as a feather; the blade is faintly blue, like a vast clear spring in the moonlight; the blade is slightly curved inward, allowing her to move at a very fast speed Pull it out of the sheath.

Just like that moment.

The black hair wizard complexion is ashen-he guessed that the other party would not let him go, and also guessed that the other party's sword technique was absolutely extraordinary, but didn't expect this guy to be able to suppress the "bright silver" sword glow.

No, it was not suppressed...but it was offset. There is a problem with his knife!

The Azor Elf holding a knife in one hand raised his right eyebrow, also showing a somewhat surprised look.

"The blades of rays of light...interesting, unheard-of." Midel’s smile showed a bit of curiosity: "If I hadn’t had time to draw the knife just now, I’m afraid half of my torso would be covered. This extremely violent light blade is shattered to pieces."

"Where, you are so humble, Your Excellency." Loren forced a sneer: "With the cut you just made, I should have said this."

The cold hair stood upright and the heartstrings were tense...like a voice from the bottom of my heart constantly reminding him.

The Azorean spirit in front of me is very dangerous, very dangerous.

"Easy to carry, but also very concealed, unmatched formidable power-such a weapon should be a very rare treasure in the empire?"

"no no no, not so Precious; this thing is in the hands of the Empire, one piece, ten copper plates and three."

"Your Excellency Edward, I find you really like to joke."

"No no, each other ."

In the next second, the two chattering almost moved at the same time.

"Hey————!!!"

One white and one blue, two sharp blades slide in opposite directions, and the frictional firelight dances in the dark!

The expressionless black hair wizard instantly turned on "Transcendence Perception" and leaped towards the upper left of Middle with an extremely strange posture.

In an instant, the low-profile Azores shielded himself with a long knife, set up the scabbard to block it in front of him, and closed the knife forward.

next moment, the blade disappeared from Loren's sight, and the snake letter came out again like a poisonous snake.

Get the noodle directly.

Puff——!

Obviously I didn't touch it, the screaming air still tore a hole in Loren's ear temples, and a few hairs were chopped into pieces in midair.

And the "bright silver" sword glow, has also been one step ahead, sweeping towards the top of the Azore's skull.

Middle was completely motionless with a smile. A flash of light only touched the tip of his hair, cutting off the ponytail's head rope, and the dark brown hair was scattered.

"Clang——!"

The two fronts meet again, and they leave with one touch.

In less than half a second, the two facing each other's eyes also avoided the other's killer sword by just a few minutes, forcing the other guy to retreat.

Middle frowned slightly, seemingly surprised by the bright silver still in Loren's hands.

The expressionless black hair wizard quickly recovered his calm, his left hand behind his back squeezed his snapping fingers, but did not let go from start to finish.

At that moment, if the "force impact" was used, the Azores on the opposite side should have been lying down.

But he can't...The sound of the air explosion is enough to awaken most of the misty moon court-he is passive.

"What should I do?"

The Azores spoke again, and the corners of his mouth were curved again, walking with a knife in one hand: "You can't be found, you can't Make up your mind to kill me, and be careful not to be killed by me..."

"Your Excellency Edward, what are you going to do?"

Loren, holding a sword in both hands, stands up. "Silver", sword glow aimed at Middel-this guy is more troublesome than expected, and... it's still a silly talk.

"The sword just now proves that you are also an extremely good Swordsman; but...you may know more than a sword." Middle's voice is very leisurely, just like a stroll in the garden:

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"I was forced to compare swords with me in this room less than ten steps wide and nine steps long; this feeling of being tied up must make you very painful, right?"

" Another way of thinking is that life is like this-even if it has the power to destroy the world, you still must not be bound by restrictions in the end; you have to do your best to play a small part of your own abilities under various restrictions, and you have to worry about these. Keep everything in line, and not be destroyed by yourself and your enemies."

"The more you stand at the top, the more you have the power to live and kill, the easier it is to have such feelings."

Middle is still talking to himself, as if the next second is his time to die, as if he wants to say everything he wants to say before he dies.

"Your Excellency Edward, have you ever felt this way?"

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

"That's...it's a pity." Smiling Middle, shook his head and sighed.

The next second, he struck again without warning, and a fierce sword wind came first.

"Clang——!"

The black hair wizard who was too late to react instinctively dodged sideways, parried and blocked, and a spark exploded in the center of the sword glow.

After the sword glow... is my heart.

The 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 stagnant.

At that moment, he could barely see the movement of the Azores-the silhouette of the other party did not move, but the knife pierced the center of the sword glow with the afterimage of the shaking of the wrist, and touched it. Go.

But...impossible.

There is at least three steps between two people. The Azores long knife is only a one-handed knife, and there is absolutely no three steps in length.

In other words, Midel took a step forward at the moment, his arms stretched forward, the blade pierced straight out, almost piercing himself with a sword!

And the self who started "Beyond Perception" only had time to see the afterimage of the shaking of the wrist.

How fast is he? !

"Ding——!"

It was another note of sharp blade collision, which sounded abruptly in the dark room.

It’s too late to think about it...black hair wizard complexion turned cold, the sword glow of gray and blue is close to the front door of the Azores; the two sharp blades tugged at the scream of tearing the air, rushing in mid-air Converge.

The silhouettes of the two sides had a meal at the same time, one left and the right each dodged the sliding steps, and exchanged positions at the moment they touched.

The moment Loren turned his head back, Loren instinctively tilted his head slightly to the left, dazzling a knife that pierced his brow; the sword glow stood up, holding the blade of the Azores long sword.

Middle seems to subconsciously want to take the knife, but it's too late... The black hair wizard has already taken the lead. The sword glow attached to the blade dragged a string of dazzling sparks and slashed at his wide open door.

As long as he hits, a sword can cut off his head.

"Bang——!"

The scarlet scabbard blocked the only way of sword glow, and it was almost only a moment of stagnation and it broke into two parts; but this moment It was enough for Middle.

Enough for him to twist his waist and take a step, hold the handle of the knife with both hands, and cut his head from behind the black hair wizard!

"Clang——!"

It was another crisp note. Loren, who missed his hand, was able to parry a beam of moonlight falling from behind...Both sides seemed to maintain a certain " "Tacit understanding" suppresses the sound of sharp blade collisions to a minimum.

The darkness of the room returned to the dead silence again.

The black hair wizard who gasped slightly, glanced at the shattered scabbard on the ground, and then turned his gaze to the Azores on the opposite side—Middle, who had lost the scabbard, now switched to both hands Knife; the left foot is forward, and the long knife held flat on the right side of the body.

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

"You...really brought me a lot of surprises, Your Excellency Edward." Shaking his head, the corners of Middle's lips showed a gentle smile again: "Not modestly, I thought three swords Within this time, this battle can be ended."

"Where and where, this should be replaced by me." black hair wizard coldly said: "Such a fast knife, I still See you for the first time."

Even the stabbing sword of a certain night watchman Edward is far behind him.

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

Loren frowned slightly.

Why... Did you misunderstand something?

"But... what really surprises me is that you can adapt to this kind of restrictive battle so quickly-you deserve to be the guard of the emperor's imperial guard. You have encountered all kinds of difficult battle situations. It's hard to imagine."

Smiling and speaking softly, Middel narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot his gaze at the black hair wizard's cheek: "That's...magic, right?"

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

"By the way, all this is thanks to the alchemist of the Sackland Empire, Harimvan Azhamel Master, who came from afar; he left behind on Yingxiao Island. A complete set of classics and blueprints, and personally taught three alchemists, leaving behind the inheritance."

"Today's Yingxiao Island is no longer a deserted border island in the past, but many young people The wizard Holy Land where children are pursuing new knowledge-if it weren’t because I’m getting older, I would also like to try to learn it."

Middle said with emotion, his eyes With a bit of yearning.

"..."Loren Torino.

For a moment, the black hair wizard really turned around and immediately returned to the Morning Star Forest, strangling an old alchemist who was not ashamed to play teacher-student love, sister-flower alchemist alive!

The Azores nowadays has not “knowledged” the empire’s wizard system, but has established its own wizard system by relying on the things left behind by Azores.

With the innate talent that the Azores can dream anytime, anywhere, plus several decades of accumulation, the strength of their wizard class has definitely reached a very astonishing level!

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

"Well, everything can be explained in this way. Although you don’t know who you are, it must be the first time to come to Wuyue Court; Front of one's eyes pass through without being noticed, you must have some kind of'insight' magic that allows you to easily escape the patrolling war dancers."

"Besides, it's just I can find my room so smoothly on my first visit...Although it is not a secret, it also means that you know my existence or where I am."

"The lightsaber in your hand...though I don’t know how it works, but it should also be related to'magic' or'alchemy'; at the first moment of confronting me, he put his left hand behind him, and then switched to holding a sword with both hands, presumably it was originally intended to be used. Some kind of magic, and finally worried about the movement too much, and gave up, right?"

"And the pattern on your face, it should also be some kind of magic that can improve reactivity... Oh, there is no derogation. What you mean, but before and after use, your reaction has obviously risen by more than one step, and can even block my sword by instinct;"

"And your sleeves, on both sides ——Although it is not obvious, there seems to be some kind of mechanism hidden underneath; I am ashamed to say that I have always been interested in these delicate things, so I am a little more sensitive..."

As he talked about the endless Azores, the black hair wizard's attention stayed on the tip of his knife, looking steadily forward, waiting for the moment of piercing.

In the next second, Midel was still chattering, and his wrist shook violently again, and the tip of the knife came head-on!

In the whistling sound of tearing the air, the Azores long sword reflecting the moonlight exudes a murderous aura, like a poisonous snake that makes people unprepared.

Sure enough!

The expressionless Loren, his body moved instinctively again; the moment he slipped and dodged, the gray blue sword glow stood in front of him.

"Ding——!"

The violent sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the long sword and the sword glow crossed in the air.

The black hair wizard like an unknown prophet flashed sideways at the moment the blade pierced his throat, leaving only a thin bloodstain on the left side of the neck.

The "bright silver" sword glow in his hand raised, and he forced the second sword of Midel back.

Middle, who was defeated by one blow, did not entangle him, and immediately slid back to three steps away, and once again set up the long knife in his hand.

The black hair wizard who was lucky enough to be born has a look of horror on his face.

Yes, at that moment, his gaze moved from the tip of the knife to Midel’s figure;

Then he saw...the moment the tip of the knife approached, in his own At the moment when I felt the killing intent, the opponent's figure...

Not moving at all!

The Azorean spirit who noticed Loren's look raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well...you can detect it in two confrontations. It is worthy of being a guard who can be trusted so much by the Emperor." Middle smiled slightly, as if he really expressed his admiration: "A lot People...many elves, at the moment they were pierced by the throat, they still don't know how they missed it."

Loren's expression is ugly.

"This is the sword under the sword, or rather, the unique sword technique, the way of the warrior—just like your human wizard, you will also classify your own schools of thought. "

"A...very sinister, vicious and despicable trick that is incompatible with the temper of the next."

"...folding the shadow sword."