Chapter 266

At the edge of the broad central square, every ten meters, there stands a huge metal column with two people holding each other. The lower end is deeply embedded in the hard bluestone floor, and the upper half is straight to the sky. On both sides of the smooth column surface, there are a row of neat and orderly dark holes.

Lin Lichuan had no impression of these huge metal pillars in the previous square. He thought it was mostly his days of closed training in Manchus residence, so he turned to Yao Qian and asked in a low voice, "what's that?"

Yao Qian looked at the huge metal pillars with dense eyes and replied in a low voice: "That is the pillar of Li Guang. After it is started, it can condense the Li Guang barrier that can cover the whole central square. It is a positional extraordinary prop prepared to prevent accidents from being interrupted in the middle of the festival. With Li Guang barrier, even if there is chaos outside the square, it will not affect the ceremony in the square."

"Does this column of Li Guang exist every year?"

"That's right."

Hearing the speech, Lin Lichuan nodded slightly and became silent.

With the passage of time, more and more nobles arrived at the high platform, but the front seat was always empty. From the conversation of the surrounding people, Lin Lichuan vaguely heard that it seemed to be the position of Duke Morris.

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Different from the crowded main street in front of the central square, the street on the other side is quite deserted. Except for the soldiers stationed, there are only occasional noble cars passing by.

This is a special road for the great nobles. Before dawn, soldiers of the Royal Legion came to clear the field and blocked the entrances and exits at both ends. Except for a few great nobles, others could not pass.

The low engine sound suddenly sounded from a distance.

Several cars appeared from the corner of the street and drove slowly.

In the middle of the motorcade is a low-key but luxurious black car. Through the translucent window, you can vaguely see a thin Eagle nose old man sitting in the back seat, which is the Duke of Morris.

Recognizing the origin of the convoy, the soldiers stationed on both sides of the street subconsciously straightened up.

However, as the motorcade reached the middle of the street, an accident broke out.

A gust of wind rolled up steeply and roared towards the motorcade with a low sound like thunder. It even blew the heavy vehicle upside down, and the front car was even blown over and upside down.

The people in the team reacted quickly. As soon as the strong wind rose, the black car in the middle suddenly stopped, followed by a milky halo on the body surface, expanded into a semi-circular hood, like an inverted bowl to firmly protect the car and block the raging strong wind.

After that, more than a dozen powerful men quickly opened the door, trained to rush out of the car and put on a defensive posture.

In this short moment, the surrounding void had been filled with sharp air breaking sounds, and countless sharp blades like knives emerged out of thin air, shooting at the big men like a storm.

In the face of the overwhelming wind blades, the big men looked dignified, but did not panic. They either pulled out weapons to defeat the wind blades, or used their powers to condense all kinds of shields to ward off. When the wind blades dissipated, the streets, ground and vehicles became devastated, but only a few of the big men were slightly injured and their combat power was almost intact.

"It is worthy of being the Maurice family, a great aristocrat inherited by the Empire for thousands of years. It has a deep heritage. The guards guarding the master of the family are all extraordinary people of the golden class. It's really a big deal!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded, and the people followed the prestige, and then they found that there was a tall, thin, narrow eyed, gloomy middle-aged man in front of the team.

Seeing the middle-aged man, the big men immediately separated half of them and killed them expressionless.

Seeing this, the tall and thin middle-aged hey ran sneered, but he didn't see any action. The void in front of him suddenly twisted, and countless thin filaments with a faint green meaning emerged out of thin air, interwoven to form a spiral wind roll, whistling and killing the big men head-on.

The leading men are burly and have a strong sense of strength between their movements. They are obviously horizontal practitioners specializing in body cultivation. When they see the spiral wind roll coming, they are strong in their own flesh. They even avoid or avoid hitting the wind roll directly, opening the way for their companions to fight for the opportunity to attack.

However, they soon found that they were wrong. At the moment of contact with the spiral wind roll, the faces of several big men changed greatly, but it was too late to retreat. With a numbing sound of bone and meat grinding, they were like being thrown into a rapidly rotating turbine blade, which was hard ground into blood and flesh in the blink of an eye.

This terrible scene immediately changed everyone present.

"Step back!"

A low drink exploded like thunder.

At the moment when the last word fell, a figure rushed out of the car protected by the hood and flashed in front of the people.

"The enemy is you, not this man's opponent. Go back and protect the Duke's safety."

"Yes!"

The big men suddenly returned to their senses, brushed together, warned the tall and thin middle-aged, and slowly retreated to the side of the hood.

He turned a blind eye to the frightened and alert eyes of the others. The tall, thin middle-aged man just looked at the appearance in front of him. He looked like a man in his forties, with red hair like a flame and a threatening smell all over. His eyes twinkled and said:

"Someone told me that Tangtang 'burning steel sword' is now the running dog of the imperial aristocracy. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Ignoring the provocative words of the thin middle-aged, Varga asked faintly, "who are you? Who sent you?"

"You don't have to know."

With this sentence, the killing intention in the thin middle-aged eyes suddenly flourished. With a wave of his hands, the two wind wheels with extremely sharp edges took shape in an instant, like an arrow flying towards the valga crack. There was a harsh whistling sound in the air that wanted to pierce the human eardrum.

In the face of the enemy's fierce attack, Varga's face remained unchanged. He pressed the palm of the sword handle around his waist, and the next second a fiery red light and shadow swept out like a meteor, crushing the two wind wheels one by one at an amazing speed.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the fiery red light and shadow is a long sword attached with red Qi. It looks like it is covered with a layer of slowly flowing magma, which is full of heat, and the air near the blade has been extremely distorted.

After defeating the wind wheel, Varga killed the tall and thin middle-aged without stopping.

The two fought fiercely in the twinkling of an eye.

"Burning steel sword" Varga is a famous swordsman of the Tanzanian empire. Even 20 years have passed since the peak of his reputation, the word "burning steel sword" still plays an important role in today's extraordinary world.

The strength of the peak morning star Knight realm is the foundation of his great reputation.

But his opponent is not weak - an element with a bioenergy level of 25.

The close fight between the two peak morning star Knights caused great damage to the streets and surrounding buildings in the twinkling of an eye. However, in a short moment, the surroundings were like a tornado passing through, the ground was in a mess, and many buildings collapsed. A large number of red gravel on the surface like burning at high temperature scattered everywhere, raising the temperature in the air.

With the battle, Varga was gradually filled with surprise. The strength of the strange enemy in front of him was really strong. The elements with such strength made it impossible to be unknown in the extraordinary world, but he had never heard of any similar existence.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Varga was wondering. Suddenly, he saw a strange smile on his thin middle-aged face, and then suddenly released more than a dozen wind wheels to bypass himself and attack the vehicles not far away covered by the light mask.

The target is the Duke of Morris!

Looking at this scene, Varga suddenly turned pale, shouted angrily, flashed out, waved the sword shadow all over the sky before the wind wheel hit the hood, crushed it all, and then looked at the thin middle-aged with a gloomy face.

As the tall and thin middle-aged changed the way of fighting and focused the attack on the Duke Morris's car, the battle situation suddenly became delicate.

It's really difficult to guard a person under the fierce attack of an element of the same level. Varga, who was still close, suddenly became difficult.

A few minutes later, there were four or five more bodies around the hood, all of them guards killed by the thin middle-aged. I saw that the guards would be destroyed soon. At that time, I was afraid the originally unfavorable situation would be more difficult.

His face changed for a moment. Varga's eyes suddenly coagulated, as if he had made a certain determination. At the moment when he was forced to retreat from the thin middle-aged, he suddenly whispered. Bursts of red and hot air burst out all over his body, and his breath suddenly soared to an amazing level.

At the same time, a strange smell of sulfur like magma slowly diffused.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose rapidly.

Feeling the blazing heat coming on his face, a dignified color flashed on his thin middle-aged face.

"Is this the secret method 'burning the soul' that can kill the enemy beyond the level... It's as powerful as the rumor!"

"Since you know the existence of 'burning soul', you should understand the difference in power between you and me now." Varga gently breathed out, the faint red mist floated out of the corner of his mouth, and the cold and sharp eyes in the mist loomed, "are you ready to die?"

Unexpectedly, the tall and thin middle-aged man not only didn't panic, but showed a strange smile. He looked at him and the light mask not far away, and suddenly turned away without saying a word.

This unexpected scene made Varga slightly stunned. Immediately his face suddenly cooled and he subconsciously wanted to pursue, but then he immediately stopped, looked back at the location of Duke Morris, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed and stopped.

Just for a moment, the tall, thin, middle-aged figure had disappeared at the end of the sky.