Chapter 869

The cold moonlight, reflected on the blade and on Meade's face, made the Azores smile a little more gloomy.

This is not the first time Loren has seen Azor's long knife.

The "iron horse" in the hands of Sarika Jonah, the secret silver sword handed down by Archduke Boyi for generations, is a weapon forged according to the system of Azor long knife.

The blade is as thin as a feather; The edge of the blade is faint blue, like a clear spring under the moonlight; The slightly inward curved blade back enables her to pull out the scabbard at a very fast speed.

Just like that moment.

The dark haired wizard was livid - he guessed that the other party would not let him go, and that the other party's swordsmanship was absolutely extraordinary, but he didn't expect that this guy could suppress the "bright silver" sword.

No, it's not suppressed... But offset. There's something wrong with his knife!

The Azores elf with a single knife raised his right eyebrow and showed a look of amazement.

"The blade formed by the light is... Interesting and unheard of." Meade's smile showed some curiosity: "if I hadn't just had time to draw the knife, I'm afraid half of my torso would be broken by this violent light blade."

"You're so modest, Lord Meade." Lauren forced out a sneer. "With your knife, I should say that."

The cold hair stands upright and the heart string is tight... It's like a voice at the bottom of my heart reminding him constantly.

The Azores in front of us are very dangerous, very dangerous.

"It's easy to carry, very hidden and powerful. Such a weapon should be a very rare treasure in the Empire?"

"No, no, no, it's not that precious; it's one in the Empire and three in ten copper plates."

"Sir Edward, I find you really like joking."

"No, no, each other."

The next second, the two chatting almost moved at the same time.

"Rattle --!!"

One white and one blue, the two sharp blades slide in the opposite direction, and the friction fire dances in the dark!

The expressionless black haired wizard instantly turned on "beyond perception" and leaped to the upper left of midell in an extremely strange posture.

In a flash, the subdued Azores protected themselves with a long knife, set up a scabbard to block in front of them, and closed the knife forward.

The next moment, the blade that disappeared in Loren's sight once again went into the snake and found out the snake letter.

Straight face door.

Poof!

Clearly did not encounter, the screaming air still tore a hole in Loren's sideburns, and several hairs were cut into pieces in mid air.

The "bright silver" sword has also swept to the skull top of the Azores one step ahead of time.

The smiling Meade did not move. The flash of light only touched the tip of his hair, cut off the head rope tied to his horse's tail, and the dark brown hair spread down.

"Dang --!"

The two edges meet again and go at the touch.

In less than half a second, the two people with opposite eyes also only missed each other's deadly sword, forcing the other guy to retreat.

Meade frowned slightly, as if surprised at the bright silver still in Loren's hand.

The expressionless black haired wizard quickly returned to calm. His left hand behind him pinched his fingers and didn't loosen from beginning to end.

At that moment, if the "force impact" was used, the Azores opposite should have been lying down.

But he couldn't... the sound of the air explosion was enough to wake up most of the fog moon court - he was passive.

"What should I do?"

The Azores elf spoke again, and the corners of his mouth were curved again. He walked with a knife alone: "you can't be found, you can't make up your mind to kill me, and you should be careful not to be killed by me..."

"Sir Edward, what are you going to do?"

Lauren, holding his sword in both hands, set up "bright silver" and pointed the sword at Meade - this guy is more troublesome than expected, and... He is still a talker.

"That sword just proved that you are also an excellent swordsman; but... I'm afraid you will have more than a sword." Meade's voice was very leisurely, just like walking in the court:

"Forced to compete with me in this room less than ten steps wide and nine steps wide; this feeling of being tied up must make you very painful?"

"But another way of thinking, life is like this - even if there is the power to destroy the world, in the end, you can't be bound by rules; you have to give full play to a small part of your abilities under various restrictions, and you have to worry about these rules so that you won't be destroyed by yourself and the enemy."

"The more you stand at the top, the more you hold the power of life and death, the easier it is to have such feelings."

Meade, who was talking to himself, was still talking, as if the next second was his death, and he wanted to finish everything he wanted to say before he died.

"Sir Edward, have you ever had such feelings?"

"I don't know." the cold faced Loren didn't listen to what he said.

"Well... What a pity." the smiling Meade shook his head and sighed.

The next second, he attacked again without warning, and the fierce sword wind came first.

"Dang --!"

The dark haired wizard who had no time to respond instinctively dodged sideways, parried and blocked, and a spark exploded in the middle of the sword.

Behind the sword... Is your heart.

The startled Loren opened his eyes and gave full play to the power of "beyond perception", making the surrounding air and light slow, dull and stagnant.

At that moment, he could barely see the action of the Azores spirit - the other side's figure did not move, but the knife stabbed the middle of the sword with the shaking shadow of his wrist and left at once.

But... Impossible.

There is at least three steps between the two people. The Azor long knife is only a one handed knife. It is absolutely not three steps long.

In other words, Meade took a step forward at that moment, stretched his arm forward, stabbed the blade straight, and almost pierced his sword through the chamber!

The self who has opened the "beyond perception" only has time to see the residual shadow of wrist shaking.

How fast is he?!

"Ding --!"

Another note of sharp blade collision suddenly sounded in the dark room.

It's too late to think more... The black haired wizard's face was cold, and his gray blue sword was close to the face of the Azores; The two sharp blades pulled the scream of tearing the air and rapidly met in mid air.

The figures of both sides at the same time, one left and one right, dodged sliding steps, and exchanged positions at the moment of touch.

Looking back, Loren instinctively tilted his head to the left, and Kaman dodged a knife stabbing the center of his eyebrows; The blade of Azor's long knife stood up.

Meade seems to subconsciously want to take back the knife, but it's too late... The black haired wizard has taken the lead,. The edge of the sword dragged a string of dazzling sparks to his open door.

If you hit him, you can cut off his head with one sword.

"Bang --!"

The bright red scabbard blocked the only way for the sword, and it was almost a moment of stagnation, so it broke in two; But this moment is enough for Meade.

Enough for him to twist his waist, hold the handle of the knife with both hands and cut head-on from behind the black haired wizard!

"Dang --!"

It was another crisp note. The missing Loren Kankan parried a beam of moonlight falling from behind... Both sides seemed to maintain a "tacit understanding" to minimize the sound of blade collision.

The dark room was silent again.

The panting black haired wizard glanced at the broken scabbard on the ground, and then turned to the Azor elf opposite - Meade, who had lost the scabbard, now held the knife in both hands; The left foot is forward, and the flat raised long knife holder is on the right side of the body.

I really don't know whether it's good or bad... Maybe I made a mistake, not necessarily.

"You... Have really brought me a lot of surprises, Sir Edward." he shook his head, and Meade's mouth burst into a gentle smile again. "I didn't humbly say that I thought I could end the battle within three swords."

"Where, where, this should be for me." the black haired wizard said coldly: "it's the first time I've seen such a fast knife."

Even the stabbing sword of Edward, a night watchman, is far inferior to him.

However, the next second, Meade showed a very strange expression and then smiled dumbly.

Lauren frowned slightly.

What... Did you misunderstand something?

"But... What really surprises me is that you can adapt to this restricted battle so quickly - you are worthy of being the guard in front of the emperor. It must be hard to imagine all kinds of difficult combat occasions you have encountered."

Smiling and whispering, Meade narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the black haired wizard's cheek: "that's... Magic, isn't it?"

"Oh, please don't doubt, it's just pure curiosity - magic is still a new thing in Azores. Only some young children are learning. Warriors like us really don't understand it at all."

"In other words, all this is thanks to the alchemist who came from afar in the saxophone Empire, master Halin van achamay; he left a complete set of books and drawings on yingxiao Island, and personally taught three alchemists, leaving a legacy."

"Today's yingxiao island is no longer a deserted border island in the past, but a wizard holy land for many young children to pursue new knowledge - if it weren't for being old, I would like to try to learn."

Meade said with some emotion, with some yearning in his eyes.

"..." Loren Turin.

For a moment, the black haired wizard really turned around and immediately returned to the morning star forest to strangle an old alchemist who was not ashamed to play with the love between teachers and students and sister flowers!

Now the Azores Kingdom has not "some knowledge" of the Empire's wizard system, but has established its own wizard system by relying on the things left by asamai.

With the genius that Azores can dream anytime and anywhere, coupled with decades of accumulation, the strength of their wizard class has definitely reached a very amazing level!

At the same time, Meade opposite is still talking.

"Well, you can explain everything in this way - although you don't know your identity, it must be your first visit to the fog moon court; you can pass under the eyes of many war dancers without being found. You must have some magic like 'insight', so that you can easily avoid the patrol war dancers."

"In addition, you can find my room so smoothly just for the first time... Although it's not a secret, it also shows that you know my existence or my specific location."

"The lightsaber in your hand... Although you don't know its principle, it should also be related to 'magic' or 'alchemy'. At the first moment of the confrontation with me, you carried your left hand behind you, and then changed to holding the sword with both hands. It must have been prepared to use some kind of magic, but finally you were too calm and gave up, right?"

"And the pattern on your face should also be a kind of magic that can improve your reaction... Oh, there is no meaning to belittle you, but your reaction has obviously increased more than one step before and after use, and you can even block my sword by instinct;"

"And your sleeves are on both sides - although it's not obvious, there seems to be some mechanism hidden underneath; I'm ashamed that I've always been interested in these exquisite things, so I'm a little sensitive..."

Facing the endless Azores, the black haired wizard's attention remained on the tip of his knife and waited for the moment of stabbing.

The next second, still chattering, Meade, his wrist shook violently again, and the tip of the knife came face to face!

In the roaring sound of tearing the air, the Azor long knife reflecting the moonlight exudes a murderous spirit, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, which makes people unprepared.

Sure enough!

The expressionless Lorraine's body instinctively moved again; At the moment of sliding and dodging, the gray blue sword was blocked in front of him.

"Ding --!"

The exciting sound of breaking the air sounded, and the long sword and sword awn staggered in the air.

The black haired wizard, like a prophet, had flashed sideways at the moment when the knife stabbed his throat, leaving only a fine blood mark on the left side of his neck.

The "bright silver" sword in his hand pushed back Meade's second knife.

Meade, who lost a blow, didn't bother. He immediately slipped back three steps and set up the long knife in his hand again.

The lucky black haired wizard had a look of horror on his face.

Yes, at that moment, his eyes moved from the tip of the knife to Meade's body;

Then he saw... At the moment when the tip of the knife approached, at the moment when he felt the killing intention, the other party's body shape

The grain silk doesn't move!

The Azores, aware of Loren's look, smiled.

"Well... It can be detected by two exchanges. It is worthy of being a bodyguard who can be trusted by the emperor's majesty." Meade smiled as if he was really expressing his admiration: "many people... Many elves don't know how they missed at the moment when they were filled and pierced."

Lauren's expression was hard to see.

"This is my sword, or my unique way of swordsmanship and Samurai - just like your human wizards will classify your own schools."

"A very sinister and despicable move... Incompatible with my temper."

"... fold the shadow sword."