Wizard: I can extract identities

"It's over!" The dagger in the hand of the thin figure stabbed Heman's chest with a cold light, and the dagger made a sharp whistle in the air.

Seaman looked at the thin figure rushing toward him, and a sense of danger surged into his heart. The unique aura of a knight exuding from the other party gave Seaman a chill in his heart.

But immediately, this chill was expelled by He-Man. After all, he had experienced countless life-and-death fights in his memory, so how could he be frightened by the situation before him?

"Don't underestimate me!" Seaman's body shook violently, and he drew his sword with lightning speed in his right hand, slashing it towards the thin figure.

"Dang..." A crisp sound reached Seaman's ears, and a heavy burst of force surged from the cross sword in his hand. Seaman's face flushed and he took a few steps back.

His wrist trembled violently, and the cross sword in his hand almost fell to the ground without holding it.

Seeing that his attack was blocked by He-Man, the thin figure also showed a look of surprise on his face, but soon the surprise dissipated and turned into a sneer: "You are worthy of being proud of being able to block my attack. ! But then, please go to hell!"

After saying that, the thin figure kicked his feet and rushed over.

Seaman's face was solemn, his body retreated again, and he raised the cross sword in his arms to block.

"clang!"

The thin figure was stronger than He-Man. Even though He-Man tried his best, he still couldn't resist the power coming from the cross sword. As his body fell back, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"As expected of a knight!" Seaman's eyes became more solemn. In Morata's memory, he had never encountered such a powerful opponent.

"Hey! Are you just realizing it now? It's too late!"

The thin figure chuckled sinisterly, leaning forward, and the dagger in his hand cut through the air and swiped towards Heman's neck.

Stimulated by this danger between life and death, Seaman seemed to have returned to the battlefield where dead bodies were everywhere. Under the pressure of life and death crisis, his disgust for the cross sword in his hand had disappeared.

At the same time, the life energy seeds in He-Man's body also began to spin rapidly under the crisis. Wisps of life energy traveled among He-Man's limbs and bones, not only restoring the injuries He-Man had suffered just now, but also nourishing them. Holding Seaman's body.

He was originally injured due to the attack from the thin figure, but he quickly recovered under the nourishment of life energy.

Seaman's eyes flashed, and his momentum suddenly increased by three points. He arched his left leg slightly, and used his waist to drive his whole body to exert force. His body shot out like a spring. He held the cross sword tightly in his right hand and stabbed it out at a tricky angle. The sharp dagger in the opponent's hand was knocked open and at the same time, it was taken directly from the opponent's head.

This sword is the perfect embodiment of Morata's swordsmanship.

This sword was swung by Seaman based on the experience of countless life-and-death fights in his memory.

As if it had been practiced countless times, it was as coherent and smooth as flowing clouds, leaving no room for the other party to react.

The thin figure's pupils suddenly shrank. He obviously didn't expect that He-Man could actually unleash such a sword. In a hurry, he could only turn his body away.

"Pfft!"

The cross sword slashed across the thin man's cheek, leaving a slender scar on his face. Scarlet blood immediately seeped out, dyeing his face red, making him even more ferocious.

The thin man reached out to touch the scars on his face. When he touched the warm blood on his fingertips, a flash of crazy anger flashed through his eyes: "Damn bastard! You dare to hurt me, I will tear you into pieces!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin man sprang out like a cheetah, and appeared in front of Seaman like a ghost. The dagger in his hand gleamed with a cold light and stabbed toward Seaman's chest.

In anger, the thin figure had activated the life energy in his body to the extreme. This sword was more sharp and cruel than ever before.

Seaman's pupils shrank, and he had no time to dodge. He could only pounce to the left, and the cross sword in his hand swept sideways, trying to block the opponent.

"Pfft..."

The dagger stabbed Seaman's shoulder, and bright red blood immediately spurted out, and severe pain spread into Seaman's mind.

His face turned pale, he gritted his teeth to hold back the severe pain, and backed away suddenly.

After retreating five or six meters away, Seaman lowered his head and looked at his shoulder. He saw that his left shoulder had been torn with a huge wound, the bone was visible, and bright red blood kept coming out.

"Hehe! Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" The thin figure stabbed him with a knife, but did not continue to chase. He stood there, staring at Heman playfully, and licked the blood that flowed from his face to his lips.

"Se-Man!" Viscount Noahs, who turned his attention here, saw a look of worry on his face when he saw He-Man was injured. He used the little life energy in his body and rushed towards He-Man, trying to help him. Get out of danger.

"Viscount Noahs, where are you going? Your opponent is me!" The tall figure stood in front of Viscount Noahs, and the heavy sword in his hand danced like a sword, intercepting Viscount Noahs.

"Get out of here!" Viscount Noahs roared, a strange rosy color appeared on his face, the life energy in his body was running wildly, his momentum increased sharply, his eyes were red, like a rampaging lion.

Viscount Noahs slashed the cross in his hand, with the sound of howling wind, and hit the tall figure.

The tall figure's expression changed, and he hurriedly faced him with his heavy sword.

"Bang!"

The two weapons collided together, and a wave of air visible to the naked eye shot out from where the two swords met.

The tall figure groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and retreated seven or eight steps before stabilizing his body. He looked at the furious Viscount Noas with fear.

But Viscount Noas had been stopped by him!

"Hehe! Boy, no one can save you. Goodbye!" The thin figure laughed strangely, with murderous intent in his eyes, and rushed towards Ximan again.

Ximan looked at the thin figure rushing towards him, his heart twitched violently, and shouted to the mist cat staring at him outside the carriage: "Yumi, save me!"

The mist cat was ready to kill the thin figure and protect Ximan at the beginning, but Ximan stopped the mist cat from attacking in order to test his current strength.

Now the mist cat heard Ximan's shouting, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The mist in his body turned into an arrow and shot towards the thin figure.

"Swish!"

The arrow transformed from the mist drew an arc and appeared in front of the thin figure in the blink of an eye.

"Demonized creature!" The thin figure looked at the arrow that appeared in front of him, his face horrified, and he didn't care about attacking Ximan, but twisted his body suddenly and dodged to the side.

But this was not an ordinary arrow, but an arrow controlled by the fog cat. The arrow also turned a corner, followed the trajectory of the thin figure's movement, went behind the thin figure, and instantly penetrated the thin figure's body.