I really can't control myself

"It's very bad." This was Saint Joramo's first reaction.

Although he didn't use all his strength to strike this blow, it was difficult for even the Saint level to withstand this blow. Saint Joramo was still in the testing stage at this time. If Linton used his sword to parry or dodge, he would be able to accept it. After all, the opponent was also a saint. But this time he took the blow with his head without moving. Of course it's impossible to think of it.

His heart was shaken, but St. Joramo's character was very firm. He did not mess up the movements of his hands, changed his backhand position and made a horizontal slash, and swung towards Linton's neck again.

However, Linton quickly raised a hand, stretched out a finger, and simply blocked Saint Giolamo's blow again.

The vindictive energy released by Saint Giolamo caused the surrounding turf to fly away. The aftermath of this attack also showed how powerful the attack was. However, Linton's calm smile at this time really made Saint Joramo feel a little panicked. .

Originally, Saint Joramode's sword moves must have been quite coherent. They could be adjusted according to the actual fighting situation and carry out continuous attacks. However, at this time, Saint Joramode's mind was blank, and he had never seen anything like this before. Even though he was experienced in fighting, he didn't even know how to continue the fight.

Before he could figure it out, Linton suddenly turned his palm into a sword and slashed down directly, hitting Saint Joramo on the right shoulder.

"Crack, click, click" sounds of various bone cracks were heard. From the shoulder blades to the ribs, Saint Giolamo's whole body was dented by the cuts. Vomiting a mouthful of blood, Saint Giolamo fell down on the spot.

"As weak as ever." Linton spread his hands and said. Of course, as always, he was talking about the entire Saint level. Indeed, he had never seen anyone who could fight.

"You...what kind of monster...ahem...are you..." St. Joramo, who was lying on the ground, stared at Linton. Before he came, he had even thought that he might actually be with him. Linton had a duel, but he never thought that the process would be like this. Not only is this guy's strength not a "holy level newcomer", but even the word holy level alone cannot describe his strength. It feels like he and Linton It doesn't belong to the same level at all.

"If you die, don't curse randomly," Linton said.

"The Holy Association will come for you soon... You can't run away..." Saint Joramo said.

"Aren't you waiting for them?" Linton smiled, "Do you think my target is you? Who...are you?"

"..." Saint Joramo was shocked, and suddenly understood what Linton meant. Although his words sounded extremely arrogant, it turns out that the Holy Level is indeed nothing in his eyes. Is this guy's goal the entire Holy Level Association? Saint Joramo always feels as if the entire continent is facing a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked in the direction of the main elven city. He could predict that this war with the human race would definitely be bad for the elves. Linton is not afraid of the restrictions of the Holy Association at all. If even the Holy Association cannot stop Linton, the Elf Kingdom will certainly not be able to, so the outcome of the war will definitely be very bad.

"Ha!" Suddenly a burst of light rushed out of Saint Joramund's body and shot directly into the sky. St. Joramo's last fighting spirit must have burst out here. He stood up suddenly and held the sword in his left hand. Just as he was about to take action, Linton's right hand penetrated his chest in the next second.

"What's the use of your signal flares? I told you that I'm waiting for people from the Holy Association to investigate." Linton looked up at the light in the sky and said.

Saint Joramo didn't answer. Yes, he didn't want to kill Linton when he got angry in the end. He already understood the strength gap between Linton and him in the moment of fighting. They were not on the same level at all. And his signal-flare-like thing was not to notify the Holy Association. The person he wanted to notify was his childhood sweetheart in the Elf King City, Queen Aryan.

This is a code that only the two of them understand, and its meaning is very simple, "Run quickly."

After pulling out his hand, St. Joramo also closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Before he died, Linton seemed to see the other party smiling with some relief. Was it because of this signal bomb in the sky? But no matter who Saint Joramo has to send a signal to, Linton has nothing to fear. If you have the ability, you can summon everyone from the entire Saint-Level Association to come.

At this time, in the elf royal city, Queen Aryan did see this signal for the first time. She had been in a restless state from the beginning, always feeling that something was going to happen. Standing on the balcony at the top of the royal city, she had been looking to the south. Although it was definitely impossible to see the front line from here, and it was impossible to really see Saint Joramo, she just wanted to look over there.

What she didn't expect was that she saw the flare at this time, with this mark and this color. Aryan immediately understood who released it and what it meant. They grew up together and have been foraging and hunting in the forest together since they were young. The two of them cooperate very well. Because sometimes they need to search for prey separately, the two also agreed on some signals, such as "We need support here, come quickly." "There is prey here" and other messages, and the one they saw in front of them, "There is prey here." Strong enemy, scatter and run."

Aryan immediately understood that something was wrong with St. Joramo. She did not expect that something would happen at this time. St. Joramo had just left not long ago and saw that the location of the signal flare was in the forest not far outside the royal city. Aryan's heart suddenly became entangled.

The first reaction must be to save people immediately, but she also knew that Saint Joramo had to give her this signal specifically to prevent herself from dying. The meaning of this signal is that Saint Giolamo has judged that the enemy cannot be defeated at all. It is better to die than to have everything go wrong. But the question is, can he watch Saint Giolamo die and do nothing?

"Contact Masters Saint Hill and Saint Masvin immediately." Aryan immediately said to the servant next to her.

From their names, you can tell that these two are both saints. They are also enshrined by the elves, and they are also from the elves. Of course, there is more than one Holy Level in the Elf Tribe. Although the country's population is only one-thirtieth that of the Human Race, the number of Holy Levels in the Elf Tribe is actually about the same as that in the Human Empire. This is a racial advantage.

However, like most of the saints of the human race, most of the saints of the elves are also traveling and practicing outside. The saints themselves are too lazy to care about the country's affairs, but the country is also enshrining them after all. Without these offerings, it would be quite troublesome for them. You can't expect the saints to work or rob, so they take turns to protect the country that enshrines them. It is considered the default industry rule, the default rule in mainland China.

However, the Holy Level basically only cares about Holy Level matters. For example, when Linton got involved in the war this time, the Holy Level from the Elf tribe only intervened. They are not as empty-handed as Linton, who can take care of everything. However, this time Saint Joramo was in danger, and it was definitely a matter for the Holy Level to take action. Only then would Aryan immediately notify the other two stationed Holy Levels.

But there was no need for Aryan to inform them both, because the saint-level perception was very sharp. Aryan only knew something was wrong when she saw the signal from Saint Joramod, and the two saints had already felt it when Saint Joramod and Linton started fighting.

There was an abnormal flow of fighting energy, and one of the people who took action was their colleague Saint Joramo. Because they were familiar with the fluctuations of his fighting energy, it was very simple to sense it. But who is the opponent? They didn't even feel each other's fighting spirit, let alone recognize the fluctuations in each other's fighting spirit.

Just when Aryan sent people to find the trouble with these two saints, these two people had actually arrived at the scene of the incident, but the current situation...

"You...who are you...?" The female elf saint named Saint Hill was held in the air by Linton's neck with one hand and asked with difficulty. There was also a bloody person next to the body of Saint Joramo, who was of course another saint-level Saint Masven.

"Dragon Fire Flame Spear!" At this time, the Saint Masvin who was lying on the ground suddenly raised his hand and fired a high-level flame magic. Although the flame is not big, it is a high-level flame that simulates dragon's breath, and its quality is completely incomparable to ordinary flames. St. Mastao was seriously injured, but when he fell to the ground, he pretended to be unconscious, secretly accumulating magic power, and suddenly released this magic. This was considered to be a very rich battle experience.

It's a pity that Linton has noticed it a long time ago, but he just doesn't care much about what the other party is doing. With a flash of purple light in his eyes, Yan Dun Jiajie activated his earth life, stretched out his right hand, and directly grasped the opponent's flame in his hand.

"Here, I'll show you a traditional Chinese skill, swallowing a sword..." Linton said as he picked up the flaming sword he had just made. With the other hand, he pulled the Saint Hill he was carrying, and directly moved the sword from top to bottom. in the other party's mouth. Saint Hill here let out a scream, his whole body shook violently, and then suddenly became unresponsive. Soon his body began to burn from the inside out. It can be seen that this flame is indeed very strong, and ordinary saints will definitely not be able to withstand it.

"Hill!" St. Masvin probably had a good relationship with St. Hill. Seeing her miserable condition, he roared angrily. However, when he got up and was about to do something, he looked up and saw Linton, who was standing there just now, suddenly Came to him like a teleport.

"fire……"

St. Masvin reacted quickly and pulled up his wand to prepare for an attack. But at the moment he raised his hand, Linton put his four fingers together and inserted them into the opponent's upper arm. Before St. Masvin could react, he pulled the opponent's upper arm humerus and pulled it out with force. out.

Pressing his thumb hard on the bone, the bone instantly broke into two pieces. Linton waved his wrist, and the sharp section penetrated directly into St. Masvin's neck. A set of movements was so smooth that St. Masvin didn't even have time to react. Just when he recited the first incantation, the next second he was stabbed through the neck.

"Hiss...drink...cough..." Covering his neck with his remaining hand, St. Masvin stared at Linton with bloodshot glasses for a few seconds. He wanted to say something first but could not make any sound. After a while, there was a crash. Fall to the ground.