Lord of the North

"Come on, coward." The knight held Walker's head in one hand and the knight's sword in the other, looking at Earl Webb down the mountain and muttering to himself.

If Earl Webb could bear this kind of humiliation, there was nothing he could do to motivate him to fight.

"As you wish, idiot." Earl Webb got off his horse, and the servant behind him stepped forward and took off his armor, revealing the tight-fitting samurai uniform inside.

"My lord, please think twice." The knight who planned to fight before calmly dissuaded him.

"As the patriarch of the family, I must defend its honor." Earl Webb said coldly without looking back.

"I see, my lord, I wish you all the best."

Seeing Earl Webb walking towards him alone, the knights on the mountain threw the head aside and rushed down the mountain.

This action made Webb's expression even uglier: "I'm really digging my own grave."

He smiled grimly, and rushed towards the mountain with the knight sword in his hand. The ice-blue power on his body was restrained and did not affect the surrounding environment at all. He could already perfectly control his extraordinary power.

Unlike Jason, using his own lightning energy once would make a mess of the surrounding environment.

And his knight sword is much more gorgeous than that knight's simple long sword. It is a light blue knight sword, and I don't know what special metal it is mixed with.

The speed of the two people was very fast, and they fought together in a blink of an eye. One was a family-inspired swordsmanship, with some systematic learning and excellent martial arts, and the other's swordsmanship was completely summed up in the battle. There are no rules, and there is still a trace of flaws.

The strengths of the two are different, but it seems that Earl Webb's strength is superior, which is really surprising, after all, Earl Webb looks too young.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The figures of the two people kept interlacing and the long swords in their hands collided wildly, splashing a large amount of sparks. The footsteps and the waving of the long swords in their hands made people dazzled, and no one could do anything for a while.

"Which one of them do you think will win?" Down the hillside, the calm knight suddenly asked. His name is Tolokun, and he is the number one warrior under Earl Webb. At this time, the long sword in his waist has been drawn. Come out, ready to rush up and kill that madman at any time.

"Of course the adults must win." Another middle-aged knight said with a smile. They watched this young adult grow up. These people know his strength too well.

At this time, the small ambush war was almost over, and the remaining remnants were besieged to the top of the mountain, lingering, and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.

"You guys are not going to help Earl Webb, what are you here to tell me?" The two nobles who were supposed to be assistants but actually restrained Earl Webb spoke out. They just want to end the battle quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

"My lord, we are not your retinue knights." Tolokun said indifferently, the indifference in his tone almost choked the two nobles to death.

"You!" The two were furious, but after weighing the difference in force between the two sides, they decided to bear with it. After all, there were seven strong knights on the opposite side, and even Tolokun, who was talking, set foot on a great knight.

Although what most powerhouses today are pursuing is tempering in actual combat, and thus creating their own swordsmanship, it is not so much swordsmanship as it is the intuition and experience cultivated in countless battles.

However, the inherited swordsmanship similar to that of Earl Webb also has its merits, and the exquisite swordsmanship often makes opponents flustered.

...

"Why is there still no movement?" Grand Duke Cameron rode on his horse and looked in the direction of the Falling Star Valley, with anxiety written all over his face.

He had planned to send out scouts to notify him immediately if anything happened in Luoxing Valley.

But Master Olin said that once his backhand is activated, he can see it clearly from such a distance, so there is no need for scouts to investigate.

That's why Grand Duke Cameron is in the state at this time, because he has always felt very uneasy, and this uneasiness stems from the fact that the situation is out of his control.

...

"Knight, tell me your name!" Earl Webb cut a wound on the knight's arm with his long sword, and then stopped to stare at him and asked.

"..." However, the knight didn't answer him. He glanced at his left arm, where there was a long wound bleeding, and then turned his gaze to Earl Webb again. flame.

"Tch, it's really rude." Earl Webb sneered when he saw this. In his opinion, the knight was struggling indifferently.

But what I have to admit is that the knight in front of me is really strong, and I have to take it seriously. No wonder Walker died in his hands when he met him.

The icy aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and half of the vegetation where the two faced each other was scorched yellow by the scorching air waves, while the other half was covered by frost.

Such a powerful energy.

The knight's pupils shrank, he was amazed by Earl Webb's strength, it seemed that he really hit the iron plate this time.

"Death!" Earl Webb growled, and rushed forward again with his sword in both hands. The knight had to fight with him again, and he didn't even have time to take care of the wound on his arm.

"We have to speed up and end the battle." Tolokun looked at the inseparable two people on the hillside, and couldn't help frowning and said, he felt that this person was delaying time, and his heart was always enveloped The bad feeling is the same as the uneasy feeling when you forget something.

"My lord, will he be unhappy?" Another knight asked worriedly.

"..."

Tolokun was silent when he heard the words. As Earl Webb's retinue knights, they should act according to the will of the Lord, and anything against him should be avoided. However, the premonition of crisis cultivated on the battlefield has always been Remind him it's dangerous here.

"Siege and kill the soldiers on the hillside first, and then deal with that knight." After thinking for a while, Tolokun gritted his teeth and said, "I will bear all the consequences."

"I understand, Master Tolokun." Another knight nodded immediately to accept the order.

All the knights immediately killed them with their soldiers, but Tolokun didn't move. He wanted to deter the two nobles behind him here, and he also stepped forward to rescue Earl Webb if he was in danger.

After several fights again, the knight suffered more and more wounds, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted. On the other hand, Earl Webb was more than capable. Except for the even match at the beginning, he has been pressing the unknown knight to fight since then, so there is no need to fight. Injuried.

"You lost." He pointed his sword at the kneeling knight and said indifferently.

"You lost too." The knight panted violently. There was a huge wound in his abdomen, and blood gushed out. This was the reason why he was exhausted.

"I lost?" Earl Webb frowned, a little puzzled.

"Chirp!" A sharp and piercing voice came from the mountain.

Then the knight threw the sword aside, lay down on the ground and looked at the sky: "We are all going to die, no one can escape."

"What?"

Suddenly a strong ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, and Earl Webb ignored the knight lying on the ground, turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"That... what..." The Tolokun knight at the foot of the mountain looked at the purple-red light blooming in the valley, his face was full of shock, he had already felt this terrifying force and gave up running away, because he seemed to be facing With the power to destroy the world.

"boom!!!"