Arad's crooked savior

"hehe……"

Casillas chuckled twice. The demon world has always respected the strong. Except for a few relatively peaceful special areas, there have never been legal restrictions.

Just like in Harlem, who dares to judge the evil-doing Demon Emperor Schaller?

Casillas was a little curious and asked: "You seem to know me?"

"The great conqueror, the fourth apostle, stains the steel blade with blood, and burns with eternal fighting spirit. Naturally, everyone knows about it."

Ye Lin answered in a normal and polite manner. Casillas once came to the continent of Arad to find strong men to hone his combat experience.

The other party also had a pair of Conqueror's Wings, which he gave to a very stubborn little red-haired girl, Natalya, who spoke without restraint and could make people angry.

"Conqueror, apostle, these praises and reputations are of no use to me, but it doesn't matter. I was positioned by contract. I only have three minutes to stay in this world. Of course, I only have two minutes now."

The air of chilling suddenly exploded in the sky. It was clear that the withered vegetation around them was stable and there was no sign of wind. However, the three people standing on the opposite side suddenly felt a biting cold wind blowing on their faces, and the cold air was poured down their necks.

Cyrus, who was still in a weak state, had his pupils narrowed. The current conqueror was even more powerful than the clone just now!

The smile gradually faded away, Ye Lin's expression gradually became serious, and his palms trembled slightly. It was unclear whether it was fear or excitement.

Because, this time, the fourth apostle seems to be his true form.

Casillas, who was thirsty for battle, had a glimpse of his strength with his extremely sophisticated eyes, so after the clone was defeated and dissipated, he used Bibi's summoning contract as the coordinates to come across dimensions and was about to have a battle!

"I haven't paid attention to the world of Arad for several years. Unexpectedly, there are many amazing talents coming out now."

Casillas' right hand rested casually on the hilt of the sword, with a devilish face and a satisfied smile.

The Arad he was referring to was the entire planet, including the heavens.

"It is an honor for me to be praised by the Conqueror." Ye Lin was still smiling, but his eyes were extremely dry.

But he didn't dare to blink, for fear that the moment he lost his vision, the blood-stained steel blade would be on his neck. He would be defeated before he even made a move. No matter who the opponent was, it would be a shame!

The immense pressure brought to him by the conqueror's sword might be second only to the power of "Stru", the clone of the great will.

In terms of "swordsmanship" alone, Casillas has stood at the top of the pyramid in this industry, overlooking thousands of sword users.

Juggernaut?

Sword God?

There is no distinction between realms in front of the fourth apostle. The only difference may be whether the opponent uses a sword or not, or how many moves he can sustain.

quiet……

Ye Lin holds the sword in his right hand, hanging it simply by his side. His breathing rate is steady and long. He is adjusting his state and spirit.

The fourth apostle crosses dimensions with his true form, and he must do his best to be worthy of this duel and his reputation as a swordsman!

But there is a huge gap in realm between himself and Casillas, so once the battle breaks out, he may only have one chance to use his sword.

Time seems to have been put on heavy shackles. Every second, it is infinitely magnified and extended in his senses. The densely packed spirit seems to imprison this space.

Every swaying leaf, trembling grass blade, and even the rising and falling breathing of the Third Princess and Cyrus behind her, and the blinking of her eyelashes, were all reflected in his mind with incomparable clarity.

For a moment, he seemed to have an epiphany and was extremely surprised.

The Fourth Apostle's signature Ye Mingliu can easily deal with the God-killing Sword that dances with afterimages. The defense is watertight. Is it because this space has been "occupied" by him before?

If a swordsman uses the draw sword, maybe when he holds the hilt and draws out the blade half an inch, the conqueror will use his vast combat experience to judge the next attack action.

After one sword strike, what happens next is all in the heart of the conqueror, and thousands of ways of dealing with it evolve.

"No wonder, only such abnormal and subtle manipulation power can cleanly defeat Matega's instant flash." Ye Lin Youyou exhaled a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

It's not that he looks down on the conqueror or is arrogant, but because of his spiritual power in the realm of the Holy Spirit, he can clearly feel all the changes even if he doesn't see with his eyes.

If you close your eyes, you can avoid the conqueror's fierce appearance.

Casillas is still calm and composed, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He dares to try to break himself in the face of the pressure of his "evil reputation". This character alone is very good.

The air seemed to be suffocated and solidified, and every breath of oxygen was so difficult. The third princess and Cyrus kept standing with their expressions stiff, not even daring to breathe out.

The two people confronting each other in front of them have become tense to the extreme. There is only one "noise" to break the silence, and the sword will be drawn out in an instant. Who wins and who loses can be determined in half a second!

The "noise" comes from a withered leaf, from a very ordinary poplar tree. The leaves fall very early in autumn. Now in late autumn, there are only a few stubborn ones left on the treetops.

Cha~

Bibi's little black leather boots accidentally stepped on a withered yellow leaf that had been bitten by insects. The sound was actually very subtle. On weekdays, no one would pay attention to the last mournful cry of the fallen leaf if pedestrians stepped on it.

However, this subtlety became the most suitable introduction to break the deadlock in the confrontation.

Instant cut!

The heart-breaking sword!

In an instant, under Bibi's blank eyes, the two of them exchanged places. Wind dust rose on the ground, and countless fallen leaves danced and flew. However, those fallen leaves did not wait for the chance to fall to the ground again, and exploded into little dust in the air.

…

"Ahem, thank you, Lord Conqueror, for keeping your hand. I am grateful and ashamed of myself."

Ye Lin reached out and touched the side of his neck. There was a trace of blood on his fingers, which seemed to be warm.

The conqueror's sword just now almost cut his neck, but Casillas spared his hand at the critical moment and cut a little of his skin exquisitely.

The bleeding is painful but not fatal.

"It doesn't matter, there are still twenty seconds. Unfortunately, I didn't get down through the normal method, otherwise I could have stayed a little longer." Casillas suddenly sighed, the sound of metal friction when the blood-stained steel blade was sheathed, and the vicissitudes of life were obscure. , symbolizing his endless killing experience.

"Bibi, will you come back to the demon world with me?" He turned around and asked.

"never!"

Bibi shook her head and refused. She hadn't had enough fun yet, and there were still a lot of delicious food she hadn't eaten.

Casillas nodded silently and did not force anything. It was purely because his body was in Central Park a few minutes ago. He had something to find Katie, so he asked casually.

Ten seconds...

Suddenly, Casillas's eyes flashed with light, and the hand holding the sword tightened.

At some point, a group of people stood quietly about thirty meters away, two men and four women, led by an old man with white beard and hair.

In an instant, the swords slashed horizontally, and the hidden swords clashed fiercely within thirty meters. It was obvious that neither of them made any move to draw their swords, but sharp and deep ravines appeared strangely on the ground.

Zheng~

There seemed to be an invisible collision of sword energy in the void, and Soderos narrowed his eyes slightly.

He quietly raised his right hand, and a gorgeous giant sword suddenly arced across the sky and was held in his palm.

Magic sword, Clarisse!

The weapon that he and Liang Yue never used during the competition, which has not been stained with blood for thousands of years, is now actively called upon to be used.

Casillas clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha, interesting. How much has changed in Arad in recent years? It's a pity that you have an opponent like this. I should deal with it with all my strength, but I still have to abide by the provisions of the summoning contract. No It’s time.”

The fourth apostle conqueror who laughed wildly and the legendary sword spirit from two thousand years ago faced each other proudly, and the first encounter ended in an invisible sword fight.

Two people with completely different temperaments. If Soderos is a famous swordsman, then Casillas is a wanderer in the mountains.

Soderos let go of Clarisse and nodded gently: "It doesn't matter, I will go to the devil world in the future."

"Oh, why are you going?"

"Kahn."

Silence...

"Haha, okay! However, if you want to fight Kahn, if you don't defeat me first, it will be in vain."

"You...can you touch the corner of Kahn's clothes?" Soderos suddenly asked.

The question that seemed ridiculous and confusing to outsiders silenced the eternal conqueror.

It wasn't until the last moment that he sighed leisurely: "Kahn, that guy, my Ye Mingliu seems to have turned into a blank sheet of paper."

"But, you wielded a sword?"

"Of course! As a swordsman, even if you know you are invincible, you still have to dare to strike with the first sword."