Chapter 161 Ninth Order

Ber stood proudly with a long sword in his hand and said proudly, "Although you hurt me with a plan, now I have recovered seven or eight layers - at this time, with this young man, you may not be my opponent!" At the same time, the god's great work on his body still shows a little divine power of the eighth-order sword god.

Abisim stood beside him. Although he did not take out a weapon in his hand, he was already full of fighting spirit and full of fighting spirit outside his body. Obviously, he was not weak.

Forens laughed and held the two daggers in his hand, but his words were extremely cold: "Senior Sword God laughed - if it were someone else, I could trust you a little, but the Hydra summoned by our pastor with his life is not so easy to deal with!" He said contemptuously, "More importantly, you have been poisoned by snakes!"

Boll's face changed and knew that what he said was true. He was lured out in the middle of the night and met such a huge monster outside the city. Coupled with the sneak attack on the side, he was accidentally bitten. Now he has barely recovered a little, but if he really does it, the reality can be seen immediately.

Boll's expression changed a little, but he still said loudly, "Since it's a celebration today, I will compare with you to show the majesty of our country!" When the voice came out, many people shouted, thinking that there was a martial arts competition today. Only sitting on the stage made the princes and nobles look embarrassed and knew that everything was not so simple.

Abisim took a step forward, "I'd better go first - after my level, and then fight with the old sword god!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and lit up a snowy sword. The body of the sword was wide and thin, shining under the magic crystal lamp like cicada wings.

"Wing Sword!"

Many people exclaimed that this is used by the world's well-known sword god Grandin, and also represents the identity of this young man!

Flens's face has not changed at all - anyway, no one can see his face in the cloak. His voice is as calm as before, "Oh, no wonder you are so arrogant. You are the apprentice of the Sword God!" He said firmly, "Then you can try it first!"

Abisim looked at the sword god, and the other party nodded, which recognized that he was the first to fight, so he bowed slightly, which was regarded as respect for his predecessors.

The shadow on his left suddenly moved, but Abhim saw the light of the sword in time and turned his back to dodge the blow. He staggered forward and felt a burning pain behind his back, and then blood flowed out from under his back armor.

Despite the pain, Abhim knew that any hesitation would inevitably lead to death. He turned around, kicked hard on the ground, and waved a defensive swing in front of him with his wing sword.

The dark elf's battle was very easy. Maybe he could see that his opponent's strength was not as good as his own. He rushed up fiercely, and the shadow quickly returned to him. This sneak attack was not despicable, but his first trick - for the advantage, it must be expanded as soon as possible. Only then can it be your turn to be happy.

The two daggers flew like a phantom, and Abisim's turn was also very timely - he blocked the enemy's attack at the first time, and the rest of the next moves.

"Dang!"

The two took a step back. After their respective blades, Forens and Abishim stared at each other with undisguised hatred, with distorted expressions only a few inches apart.

"Is that the only trick?" The young man began to ridicule, hoping to make his opponents impatient in order to find flaws. His sword shrank back an inch and turned to his opponent at another angle.

Flens's dagger immediately took a step forward.

The dark elf did not answer, nor was he alert because of the movement of the blade. Crazy and excited eyes appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips elonged into an evil smile.

He has found the flaw of the other party, that is to say, now is the time to prepare for results.

At some moment, he began to mobilize the strength of his whole body, and the airflow suddenly surged all over his body, and then the fighting spirit burst out! The dazzling light actually covered the light of the magic crystal lamp, and there were faint golden dots in this fighting spirit, and then plated the whole fighting spirit with gold like a blazing fire!

The golden light seemed to shock the eyes of everyone in the audience!

After a long time of silence, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Golden fighting spirit! Omnipotent God, this is actually a nine-level strong man!!"

Flun si is golden all over his body, and even his hair seems to have turned into the color of gold. "Originally, I didn't use fighting spirit to suppress my opponent, but today's situation is special, so I'll let you see you!"

His eyes were full of loneliness. Although he faced his opponent, he thought about the enemy he met in front of him. The mercenary commander named Leo was so eager to fight with him when his opponent showed a golden fighting spirit, but the plan of the dark elf race was failing and dragging his opponent. There, Howard was forced to take the road to the throne.

Abysim's face was far less calm and arrogant than before, and the wing sword in his hand unconsciously retreated a little. Similarly, he found that the dusk sword god had also turned much darker - because they already knew the ending.

Pol is known as the dusk sword god because he has always lived in the stone city of the free alliance. This city has a light stone dome, and his swordsmanship is superb and the guardian of the emperor. Therefore, he is praised as the sword god. In fact, he has only got the eighth level.

Looking at the fighting spirit of his opponent, he already understands that although the young man in front of him is a real sword god, he is not a sword god after all. You should know that the gap between the eighth and ninth levels is like the gap between the lake and the surging river formed by streams, which is completely different.

Gold... The ground is indeed golden! Legendary gold! The golden I hope to achieve in my life!

He suddenly took a step forward, "Young man, come back!" He shouted, "It seems that you have to leave this battle to me!"

Abisim slowly retreated, and the excitement in his heart had not yet dissipated. "Find an opportunity to slip away and tell the Duke and your master the news here," Burr whispered in his ear, "It seems that the kingdom can't be held this time!"

"Yes!" At this point, Abysim knows that what he says now is futile. Ninth level, that's the ninth level! One person can deal with thousands of elite soldiers!

Burr's face suddenly swept away, and a trace of yearning suddenly appeared in his eyes. He took a deep look at the ninth-order opponent and slowly turned over.

"Ignati Woods, my majesty," the strong man who guarded the two emperors of the Glotis family, or possibly the third emperor, showed a trace of warmth: "How long have I been with you?"

"It's been 20 years," Igna the Great saw something he had never seen in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be a little scared: "Uncle Burr, you..."

"I have been guarding your father for 32 years, and you have been 20 years?" A smile appeared on Rosie's gray face.

"Yes, it's been 52 years!"

"Fifty-two years..." Burr looked up at the dome, as if to say to himself: "When we were still young, I met your father in the mercenary regiment, the young and ridiculous guy with me - and it was also for him that I was willing to accompany him for 32 years, and then stayed I have protected you for 20 years..."

"Uncle Burr!"

"You should understand," he whispered, "Thirty-two years ago, your father left me. For his instructions, I guarded you, but--" He lowered his head again, "I have always been eager to face a ninth-order strong man and fight this battle!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked at the emperor with infinite warmth in his eyes, "Please forgive me. From now on, I may not be able to accompany you - I will look for what I have been pursuing all my life, and then return to the arms of the gods and reunite with your father!"

After saying that, Burr turned around and stopped looking at Igna the Great, and the guardian of the family faced the enemy again.

"Sword God!" Pol smiled gently, "Although you are the enemy, I admire you and appreciate the opportunity to fight!"

After saying that, the originally amazingly elderly swordsman suddenly took a step forward. Just this step, his whole body suddenly exuded an unparalleled chill! I don't know how much bloody murder has been gathered! At the same time, the fighting spirit also ignited on his body. The fighting spirit gradually became thick and condensed, and finally there was a faint golden flash in a silver light - it turned out to be a sign that it was about to break through!

"I have been in this step for ten years," he slowly said, "but I haven't made any progress in ten years - today let me see how big the gap is between the ninth and eighth levels!"

"Whatever you want!"

Forens's face also became serious. He did not have any contempt because of the gap between his opponent and himself. On the contrary, because of the strange way of his opponent's burning fighting spirit, he added inexplicable murder in it, which made him feel quite touched by this method of burning life to improve his family. The art of life sacrifice is similar. As a human being, it is really worthy of respect.

The two groups of fighting fiercely collided, and the brilliance actually covered the magic crystal lamp and surpassed the light of the dome. Under the desperate urging of the two top warriors, the whole square couldn't help shaking, and everything seemed to be moving with it.

In the center of the square, the silver light mixed with gold became thicker and thicker, and finally made a crackling sound. The sword in his hand buzzed at the same time, getting louder and louder with the sound. Everyone has seen that this dusk sword god has stimulated the fighting spirit to the extreme. Even if he can hit the opponent this time, whether he can do it or not, he will never have a next chance!

Because he has burned his life, this will be his last performance!