"Such swordsmanship..." Asai appeared next to Jonah. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face. In the short time they got together, Jonah had never seen the mysterious oriental man look so shocked. It was as if the two people were stabbing each other in the air. While the sword defeated the fire blade, it also messed up his brain. But the third-level astrologer was several times more surprised than an Easterner at this time, because the man standing in front of him turned his head slightly, revealing half of his face. "You , you. You are..." Jonah pointed at the warrior on the left hand of the ghost. He stammered and was speechless.
The man was short and slender. He was wearing a featureless long black woolen coat and trousers of the same color. He had short gray hair. He held an ordinary fighting sword in his right hand. He turned around and looked back. The astrologer behind him said in the common language of the Western Continent: "Are you okay?" His voice was deep and vicissitudes of life. Every word that came out of his mouth was like being baptized by wind and sand, falling dry and heavy to the ground.
Jonah could not recognize this unfamiliar figure at first. But half of the man's face brought back his memories. The man's face was wearing a silver mask. The workmanship could not be called sophisticated. The ferocious mask was made of fine steel. The eyes are partially covered with transparent glass. A pair of cold gray pupils are revealed behind the glass. Although the mask and sword are far from the authentic ones in the "Wind of Bactria" storage room, there is nothing else in the world except that man. Who could be dressed up in this strange way and possess world-shattering swordsmanship?
"...Ugly, ugly...Ugly face, sharp face." Yona finally called out the name of the person in front of him. Fifteen years ago, he followed Marshal Finn Stewart of the Zavi Empire and traveled to the Southern Continent. He abandoned the seventh-level sword. With his distinguished status as a soldier, he became a legendary man who became one of the seven sailor companions of the King of Sand Pirates. He was the only survivor of the Battle of Namoza. "Ugly Face" Liqie.
The gray pupils shrank instantly. A pinprick-like pain surged on the surface of Jonah's skin. It was as if the gaze behind the mask could turn into a hurtful sword edge. A ray of red light flashed. Asai waved the bloody dagger seemingly casually. Disturbing The powerful swordsman gave a tangible and threatening look. "Brother, we are fellow swordsmen. I admire your swordsmanship very much. After solving today's troubles, maybe we should find time to have a good discussion." The Easterner smiled. He said, showing his white teeth.
"Why do you know my name?" Ugly Face turned away and asked in a dry voice like rubbing a stone.
The pressure disappeared. The astrologer took a deep breath of precious air. A dense layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. High-level ability users turned out to be so powerful. They could deprive themselves of normal breathing just by locking their gazes. What just happened Within a few seconds, the air turned into solid lead. Now the lungs are aching due to lack of oxygen. He obtained the title of seventh-level great swordsman in the Zhawi Empire nearly twenty years ago. After a long period of training, now " "Ugly Face" and what level of strength Liqie must have reached. "I, I know your story..." Yona said intermittently, covering his chest with his hands. "I admire the King of Sand Pirates very much. And his loyal companions... …Brother and sister Stuart and I are, we are friends…”
"Ugly Face" Liche turned back again and glanced at the boy he was ordered to protect with a suspicious look. Yona simply took out the glass jar containing the Moonlight Elf from his deerskin bag. "This, this is proof. Please believe me... "
In front of the broken floor-to-ceiling window, the white-robed priest Mias raised his head and asked Tuva Tugen in the flames: "Hey, Mr. Congressman, what should we do in this situation? Should we just start a war? Is it impolite to interrupt their conversation? .”
The big shot of the Red Owl Brotherhood waved away the blue fire blade. He stared at the man wearing the silver mask with his red eyes like coals. "Giggle, giggle... Of course we are going to start a war..." He let out a vague and strange smile. The flame gradually rose, curled, and twisted into a ball.
"Okay, here we go." The white-robed priest shouted energetically and charged at the enemies in the barrier alone. "Chapter 14. The Lord God Lacy is the fifth son of the Creator. The combination of flame and hammer God. The first strike of the anvil created the stars. The second strike created the moon. The third strike created the golden matlactili, the bright red eecotel and the dark blue. The three suns of the lascivious Quiavero..." As Mias murmured, the words in the Bible turned into golden symbols one by one, suspended in the air, and then slowly sank into the priest's body. The young man's body was in Significant changes occurred. The muscles twisted and made weird gurgling sounds. His arms bulged rapidly like inflated fish bladders. With every step he took, his steps became heavier. By the time he took the fifth step, he had mutated into a seven-foot-tall giant. The priest stepped on the floor with his foot. The whole space trembled under the absolute power. "Blessing of the fanatics." The mysterious amplification magic changed the human body structure in an illogical way, allowing the thin priest to temporarily possess the peak of human beings. Physical strength... Of course, in exchange, it also took away his conscious consciousness, turning Mias into a tireless killing machine.
Under the torn white robes, steel-like muscles were exposed. The fanatics let out earth-shattering roars and swung their huge fists down. "Be careful." Just the strong wind brought by the fists made Jonah unsteady. He stepped back. Two steps. Shouted loudly.
"Ugly Face" Liche raised his head. His short gray hair was messy in the wind. His ugly silver mask was expressionless. His right hand moved. It is usually used as a fencing training sword and a ceremonial sword, but it is not a fighting rapier suitable for combat. The whoosh pierced the air. It was so fast that it only left two lightning-like afterimages on the retina. "Puff." Two blood holes appeared in Mias's left and right shoulder sockets. The wounds that spurted out blood were quickly covered with shocking activity. The muscle tissue was sealed. Such an injury seemed insignificant to the fanatics who didn't know the pain. But the heavy punch suddenly stopped in the air, only two inches away from Liqie's mask. A second later, the tall giant collapsed. The impact on the ground caused the floor to tremble. Two small wounds glowed with brilliant golden light. His body quickly shrank like a deflated ball. His body kept twitching and shrinking. It only took half a minute to return to its original appearance. .
"This, how is this possible?" The white-robed priest, who was completely naked, sat up. His face was full of shock, and he stared blankly at his hands.
"Master level." Asai raised his thumb with sincerity. "Brother Yona, this acquaintance of yours is one of the few people I have ever seen who is best at using a sword. He stabbed Brother Mias accurately. The only weakness of the amplification magic... No, the only weakness is that it can completely expel the power of the Holy Light from its body. This kind of swordsmanship is simply a work of art."
The astrologer was not idle. She waved her staff with all her might and knocked a sneak attack swordsman to the ground. She raised her foot and stepped on the opponent's face hard. The power of the hard-soled cowhide boots was immediate. The swordsman groaned. He simply fainted without making a sound. Ever since he signed the symbiosis contract with the Moonlight Elf, Yona's strength has become much stronger. Now he can fight head-on with low-level soldiers without losing any strength. He gasped for a few breaths. "Of course. Mr. Leechee is a very remarkable person...compared to your heyday."
The Oriental man murmured for a long time before throwing out a sentence: "It's hard to compare the different schools. I do know a person. His sword-wielding style is very similar to Mr. Liqie. Since he has also been sealed with power... two People should be able to make a draw."
Jonah didn't understand at all. At this time, the naked white-robed priest jumped up angrily. He held a short staff and released the spell again. "Chapter 39. The main god Luta is pleased with the tribute of the youth. The jealousy in the heart of the elderly is like the bite of a poisonous snake. He asked his biological daughter to drink sleeping poison and put her on the sacred concentric altar like a lamb..." As the golden concentric circle pattern appeared on his right hand, a substantial circular shield gradually condensed in the air. In the middle, countless pairs of terrifying green eyes suddenly bloomed on the surface of the shield. Each eye kept looking around. Jonah accidentally looked into a green pupil. He immediately felt that his head was heavy and drowsy. It seemed like It felt like I hadn't slept a wink for several days... "Parricide's Shield."
"It's not over yet. It's not over yet..." Young Mias' face turned red with shame and anger. Another Holy Light spell was released moment by moment. "Chapter 101. The Lord God Sa Di said: 'Why did you break in? Enter my resting place.' The elven hero Nargon exposed his chest and replied: 'I just want to borrow your indestructible sword to pierce me and the devil behind me.'..." The short staff in the priest's left hand began. It slowly stretched out and turned into a golden spear. The sharp spear tip shone with a terrifying cold light that could not be found in the material world. It seemed that just looking at it would hurt your eyes... "The Spear of the Suicidal Man."
At this time, the white-robed priest seemed to have become a hero in ancient myths and legends. He strode forward with his body naked. The shield on his right arm protected his heart. His left hand raised the golden light spear high. "Come on, the devil wearing a mask. "He shouted and rushed towards the "ugly-faced" Liqie. His young face was burning with unyielding self-confidence.
"Half-assed." The dagger cut off a swordsman's life with one twist. The Easterner commented leisurely.
Li Qie's steel mask was illuminated by the golden holy light. He was not confused by the Shield of the Kinslayer, nor did he avoid the sharp edge of the Spear of the Suicidal Man. All the great swordsman did was to thrust out two swords with unparalleled speed. One sword. The sword struck the center of the shield. The other sword pierced the priest's wrist.
The two people passed each other. Mias fell to the ground with a plop. The shield shattered from the center into hundreds of golden fragments. Each fragment had a green eye; the light lost its aim. The spear was inserted diagonally into the ground. It reached the handle as if there was no resistance. "Ahhhhhh..." the priest wailed loudly, holding his bloody wrist. The wound penetrated by the rapier passed between the joints of his left wrist. .Accurately cut off all the blood vessels and tendons. "You devil...just wait. I will take revenge one day..." The young and proud Messiah rolled naked in a pool of his own blood, with tears on his face. He swallowed the tears that flowed down his cheeks along with the blood. His voice was filled with resentment that went deep into his bones.