Shaman from Afar

After saying goodbye to the "enthusiastic" Judge Victor and Master Lusak, Loren immediately left the black jail and did not mean to stay for a minute and a second.

His own "unsolicited" has completely annoyed the Yuqian justice, and staying with the other party is just to humiliate himself. If he really tears his face, it is himself.

What's more, the things you want most have already succeeded, and there is no need to stay.

As for now ...

The unhurried, dark-haired wizard walked into an unmanned deep alley, glancing behind him with the corner of his gaze, his hands drooping naturally on both sides of the body.

It's not right, it should be said that something is wrong ... There is no footsteps and no sound of breathing, but his back is always cold and hairy, as if he was stabbed with a sword.

There is no behind him, nor is it on the top of the head, so it can only be under the feet ... sewer?

"boom--!"

Just at the moment of stepping, a manhole cover behind him was suddenly tipped over; a figure appeared like a ghost in the three steps behind him, and the cold biting sword peaked against Loren's neck.

"Salute to you, distinguished Viscount Loren Turin."

The sound sounded very strange, and the channel sounded like it was deliberately twisted; the coldness behind him made Loren's pupils shrink, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Oh, I almost forgot, when I was appointed, I still had the title of "Viscount".

"For the sake of safety, you'd better not act rashly ..."

"I'm curious."

The tip of the sword on the back of the neck had torn the fragile skin, and the dark-haired wizard was still not nervous, interrupting the other like gossip.

The other party just ambushed well, but did not directly rush to prove that his first purpose was to threaten and intimidate, or to give himself a warning on behalf of a certain force.

I was lucky to meet this kind of assassin who likes nonsense.

The hands hanging on both sides of the body did not move at all, so they relaxed naturally.

"I came to the Imperial Capital not long ago, and I shouldn't have angered any adult; of course, if there is any misunderstanding, I believe it should be explained ..."

"Shut up if you don't want to die!"

The assassin interrupted him fiercely, and the blade remained motionless: "You should be very clear!"

"Does it mean that I came to the Black Jail? I just came to see a friend's father." Loren explained slowly: "It's no big deal at all, I said I can explain ..."

"Less nonsense! You don't know what terrible secrets you are touching, don't spy on things you shouldn't know ... this time the last advice, understand?"

"Sorry, I get it." The arc of the dark-haired wizard's mouth became deeper and deeper: "Thank you so much."

"Um ... thank me?"

"Yes, thank you so much for your noble spirit!"

The left hand of "Spellcaster" was snapped with a snap! The moment the sound fell, two stone walls immediately sealed the ends of the deep alley.

High-level spell, "Rock Will"

not good!

At the moment when Loren turned around, the cold sword edge had thrust out against his neck ... At that moment, Loren saw the true face of the opponent's weapon.

That's a slender sword!

In the moment when Loren was in amazement, the assassin who hit the miss did not hesitate, the fierce sword edge stormed like a storm; the black wizard turned his right hand, and the shiny silver flashed into his palm.

The sound of metal collision is like a beating note, and the dazzling sparks are fleeting; the eyes of the dark-haired wizard who is fully absorbed flashed sharply, and a moment of negligence is the death on the spot!

"clang--!"

The bright silver blade and the sword crossed, and the assassin's sudden change of eyes flashed off the oncoming dagger. The two figures passed by close to each other, and turned into Loren's back, slender The bayonet flipped in his hand.

Without hesitation, just stab directly.

opportunity!

A snap of "Slap!" Snapped, "Hovering Curse" missed the blade, "Liang Yin" fell from the right hand to the left hand; at the moment the assassin did not close the sword, the corner of the dark-haired wizard's mouth had slightly raised:

"May the void be with you--!"

The gray-blue light bursts in a dazzling arc of light in the unmanned deep alley!

"puff--!"

Loren ’s pupils shrank suddenly—the moment the sword touched, the assassin in front of him “melted” like a black shadow, disappeared without a trace, and only one thing that did n’t know what was torn by the bright silver shattered.

In any case, the assassins who met on the roadside can instantly say the curse without saying a word ... should it be said that it is the Imperial Capital?

"clang--!"

The dark shadow struck, the black-haired wizard who shattered his sword and turned around. The assassin holding the sword was already standing five steps away; the rune mask on his face made him (her) face unclear.

"It is rumored that the wizard next to His Highness Brandon is a superb spellcaster, and a void sword that can cut steel." A strange and distorted voice came under the mask:

"I didn't expect it to be true."

"Unexpectedly?" There was a kind smile on the dark-haired wizard's face:

"There are so many things you didn't expect, redneck."

The assassin did not mean to be irritated, and his sword pointed at the face of Loren: "Finally warn, we don't want to be an enemy with His Highness Brandon, you better ..."

Without listening to his nonsense, he stepped on the foot and flashed a dazzling light and shadow through the bright silver that swallowed Jianmang.

The gray-blue light beam traversed and missed again.

It was exactly the same as it was just now ... Loren's eyes widened instantly, and just as the shadow melted, he clearly saw the tip of the sword smash something very small.

That seems to be ... copper plate?

"Amazed?" A strange voice came from behind again, with a stormy attack mixed in the mocking sound:

"Who is that country man now ?!"

Within a few tens of seconds, the black-haired wizard passed by the slender sword many times, and the fierce sword wind ripped the wizard's burqa; the black shadow from time to time aimed at the joint and Facing the door, let yourself have no time to fight back.

"Come again, your wizard advisor, don't you still have a lot of tricks?" The assassin, who was constantly attacking, continued to use his weird voice to provoke the parched black wizard.

"Where are your tricks that can instantly blow up the air?"

"Where is your one-on-one courage with vampires?"

"I heard that you once learned gun fighting with elven war dancers, why don't you come out?"

"It is said that you also have a self-made high-order magic spell that can create a large-scale explosion. You don't have to come out because you are too close to blow yourself up?"

Loren kept fighting back with no expression: "You seem to understand me very well?"

"Far beyond your imagination, you may even know you better than yourself."

"Yeah, but I don't think you know it well." Suddenly, the corner of his mouth raised, and the dark-haired wizard gave a slightly twisted cold smile:

"Want to surprise?"

At the same time as the sound started, the left hand wearing the "caster" had already ignited flames, and the golden-red flames became more dazzling.

No, is this guy a lunatic? !

There was just a hint of dodge in the Assassin's mind, the black wizard's left hand was already holding his chest, and the burning flame disappeared without a trace.

No, it's not gone!

"boom----!!!!"

The boiling heat wave instantly cracked, and the blown assassin fell heavily on the stone wall; before screaming, the whole person was trapped in the stone wall.

When he opened his eyes again, a gray-blue sword-mans was already aimed at his forehead.

This thing can tear steel ... Assassins don't think their heads can be harder than steel.

Staring at the blaze that can kill himself instantly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The assassin instinctively twitched his throat, things seemed completely different from what he imagined:

"This is not ..."

"Nothing is impossible, or more impossible." Loren shrugged his shoulders with a sword alone:

"Why, there's no such thing as a" smoke "just now, so this trick is not unlimited, right?"

"By the way ... Although I have probably guessed it, can you please tell me, who can't wait to get my head?"

"Come on!"

The trembling assassin retorted without hesitation. The original weird voice also sounded a little more frightening: "I haven't been rotten enough to betray my employer."

"Really, then I'm sorry." Loren, who doesn't care, looked up at the sun in the sky:

"Well, it's noon!"