In front of Wolson, a young man wearing silver armor, a silver helmet, a white cloak, and a silver haired man was standing in front of Balvin with a cold face. He held the scabbard at Don't Walt's waist in his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, raised his head high, and made a super handsome look, staring at Balvin in front of him without moving his eyes. The person who blocked Balvin's trick for Wolson just now was this other super strong man with the peak strength of the Holy Realm in Lanfa Continent, Sword Saint Abel.

The long sword in his hand was extremely special. A yellow light flowed from the white blade. At first glance, it looked like a yellow snake constantly swimming in the narrow blade. Abel was silent for a while before a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "What? Why can't I come here?"

"Sword Saint! I haven't seen you for many years, so I don't want to have any holiday with you. You have a good relationship with Walson, so I don't care about this, but today you have to give me some face and don't stop me from killing him. You have saved him once just now, and next, I don't want you to interfere in my affairs." Balvin's attitude towards Sword Saint was much more relaxed than to Walson, but he still replied so stubbornly.

"But what if my purpose is to intervene?"

"Abel! I call you the Sword Saint! That is to give you face and admit your strength, but this does not mean that I am not your opponent. I lost to you in that battle a hundred years ago. But that is because my strength had just entered the Holy Realm not long ago, and my strength was still unstable. Now I have reached the limit that my strength can no longer be broken through. You are no longer my opponent!" Seeing that the Sword Saint Abel did not mean to make concessions, Balvin's face immediately became gloomy, and he said in a cold tone,

Abel smiled disapprovingly and asked faintly: "So you have reached the highest level?"

"So that's it." Balvin raised his head and replied proudly to Abel. Standing behind Abel, Wolson, who was saved, saw that the gunpowder smelled strong between the two and was about to fight, he hurriedly whispered behind Abel: "Sword Saint, thank you for saving my life. I will never forget your kindness, but you should never fight with Balvin. I have been traveling outside for so many years, and I have indeed heard in many places that Balvin has reached the highest level of cultivation and the peak of the holy realm. I really feel sorry for you for fighting with him for me."

Originally, the face of the sword saint Abel was extremely calm, but after hearing what Walson said, his brows frowned involuntarily. Walson saw the muscles in the corners of Abel's eyes twitching slightly, thinking that he was shocked by Balvin's strength, and he was even more interested in persuading him. But as soon as he spoke, he heard Abel's slight accusation interrupted: "Can you stop talking too much? I know his strength better than you. As for saving you, don't think too much. I didn't come here specially to save you, but for the ancient book in your arms."

When Wolson heard this, he suddenly looked down at the baby in his arms, and then he realized that a book with a white cover in his mouth was biting in his mouth, which had no words on the cover. He subconsciously opened a hand and wanted to take down the book in the baby's hand and open it. However, after pinching the book with his fingers, he was surprised to find that it could not be pulled down no matter how hard it was. The baby's mouth was like a huge pliers, biting the book tightly.

Wolson was a little helpless. Seeing the baby's eyes constantly spinning, he finally felt a little guilty and gave up the plan to seize the book. He gently touched the baby's little head to comfort him, but he didn't expect that the baby in his arms would turn sadness into joy and grin. Seeing the baby's innocent smile, a warm current suddenly rose in Wolson's heart. But making him even happier, the baby grinned and dropped the unknown scroll on his stomach. Now he didn't have to force the baby anymore.

"Since it's for this book, I'll hand it over... 告?" In order to express my gratitude to the sword saint Abel for saving his life, Wolson decided to give the book he wanted to Abel without saying a word. He went to get this unpretentious white paper book while he was talking. Unexpectedly, after taking it, he didn't raise the book a little bit, and then he couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on? Why did this book suddenly become so heavy? It's impossible, it must be that I felt wrong.

He tried again. This time, Wolson carefully watched his fingers slowly move to a corner of the book exposed in the air, gently placed his fingers on the lower edge of the book, and subconsciously lifted the book up with his hands. However, his fingers just touched the lower edge of the book. While exerting force, he felt the weight that had made him incredible before. This time, it seemed heavier than before.

How did this cause? This book cannot be so heavy when it is in the mouth of this baby! If it is so heavy, why didn’t the baby be crushed to death?

It was long, but in fact, it was only a short ten seconds. Wolson couldn't understand the truth even after thinking about it, so he gave up. He made his last attempt and tried to pull the book out of the baby's belly with his hands. There was no suspense. After another failure, he had to look at Abel in front of him with a dry smile and said apologetically: "Sword Saint. This book is so strange, so heavy that I can't handle it at all."

"It's right not to be able to hold it!" After hearing Walson's words, Abel's face inadvertently showed a faint smile. He would come here because of the phone call of the long-haired man. The long-haired man and the short young man left here, he reported to Abel all the things they saw about the Ancient Scrolls by phone. It was precisely because he understood the characteristics of the Ancient Scrolls that he laughed.

Since Wolson can hold the baby, he only needs to cultivate the baby into his own closed disciple. After the baby is sensible, he can obtain the method of practicing infinite power in the Ancient Scrolls. Since the Ancient Scrolls has admitted that this baby is its owner, the baby will be able to see the hidden words recorded in the book, and Abel firmly believes in this in his heart.

When Wolson saw the sword saint Abel's reaction as usual, he felt even more puzzled. He wanted to ask again, but Abel waved his hand gently to him and whispered: "Take the baby to Wushan first, I will lead Balvin away, and then arrive."

"I understand, Lord Sword Saint."

Seeing Walson and the sword saint Abel in front of him whispered a few words, he suddenly turned around and ran away. Balvin's face sank slightly, "Don't think about it!" After he sneered, his figure shook and rushed towards the front where Walson ran away. He was about to attack him again, but the golden spear that pierced in the galloping figure was blocked by Abel's long sword with earthy yellow light.

"Abel! Get out of here. If Walson and the baby in his arms run away today, I will settle the score with you!"

"If you want to kill them, you can beat me first!"

Abel's firm attitude made Balvin's face even more gloomy. He had already made plans to kill Wolson and the baby in his arms, and then take the Ancient Scroll God away without anyone noticing. But now Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared halfway, and his opponent was a sword saint who had the same strength as him. Although Balvin was sure to beat the other party, if they fought at their current level, they would not be able to decide the outcome in just a few days or nights.

Once the real battle is in progress, even if he wins in the end, Walson will no longer know where he will go. If the other party hides in Wushan and doesn't come out, he can still wait for the rabbit. The other party will always have to drink water and eat, and there will always be a time to go down the mountain. But if Walson escapes to other kingdom forces in the Lanfa Continent, it will be inconvenient for him to find it himself. After all, there are still a few Sacred Domain powerhouses with the same strength as him in the entire Lanfa Continent. Although there are not many, as long as two Sacred Domain powerhouses join forces, it will be extremely difficult for him to win. Although he has reached the highest level of strength - the peak level of the extraordinary Saint Realm. But this is limited to the situation where he has sufficient physical strength when fighting. Once he has no physical strength, the necessary energy source for battle, even if his strength reaches the highest level, he can only become a dead soul under someone else's sword.

Balvin knew that the most needed battle was physical strength. Only by having sufficient physical strength can one exert his greatest strength, because physical strength is the source of energy. However, Sword Saint Abel seemed to be determined to waste it with him to the end. Balvin no longer planned to talk nonsense. He directly held the golden spear tightly, condensed all the energy in his body, and concentrated it on the spear in his right hand, and gradually a layer of deep red light appeared all over his body. He was preparing to directly damage his opponent in an attack, and it would be best if he could kill in seconds. Otherwise, Balvin would not have the chance to grab the Ancient Scroll that had been waiting for thousands of years.

Very good! You should have done this long ago!

Seeing Balvin starting to accumulate energy, Abel felt ecstatic in his heart, and the outcome was decided in one battle. Such a battle was the simplest, most direct, and most effective. There was no need to test each other's strength. This was also the most convenient and intimate way to fight.

Since he was lucky to defeat Balvin, who had just entered the initial stage of the Holy Realm, he has never had the chance to fight with the other party again. Since that victory, in order to further improve his strength, he has also carried out extremely hard work on himself. Naturally, the purpose is to pursue the peak like Balvin, pursue the highest realm, and pursue invincibility in the world. However, over the years, fewer and fewer people have dared to compete with him. Because from a mortal to the level of a strong man in the holy realm, the level of difficulties and difficulties in the holy realm are too high, and he knows this very well. When a person truly enters the threshold of the holy realm, he rarely uses all his strength to fight, because there are too few masters at this level, and the situations of two strong men in the holy realm fighting each other are pitifully fewer, so for the strong men in the holy realm, they do not need to show all their strength at all.

However, looking at Balvin's fierce eyes, Abel knew that the other party was thinking of killing him with one blow. Once he fought, he would immediately die if he had a slight relaxation. So when he saw Balvin start to accumulate energy for the trick he was about to launch, he also started the same work, but this scene was very suitable for Abel's wishes. He finally had the opportunity to stop proving by luck in a hundred years.
Chapter completed!