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"Um …" Shawk's eyes darted around as he screamed, "My lord, how could we dare lie to you? You see, a few days have passed, and we can't remember it clearly. I swear, I really didn't mean to lie to you. "

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a cold light. He stared at the youth for a while before his gaze finally landed on a large tree in the distance. He shouted, "Those two men, roll over here for this noble!"

Shawk became anxious and quickly said: "Master, I'm really sorry, they are my companions. Because they accidentally caught the cold and became sick, it is better for Master not to see them, it is very easy for them to get sick."

"Hmm?!" The middle aged man's sword released a green light aura, pointing his sword at Lan Feng, he shouted: "Come! How could this noble be invaded by a small chill? Hurry up and come over! "

MerLin shot a glance at Lan Feng who was about to stand up, stopped's actions, stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man revealed an astonished expression at first, but very quickly, his gaze landed on a jade pendant on MerLin's waist, and his expression changed greatly as he fell off his horse with a plop.

"Your Highness!" Oh my god! Your Highness, why are you here? "

The middle-aged man shouted out in shock, the other four people's statuses were low, so naturally they would not be able to recognize MerLin, but they clearly knew what they were trying to do, and knew what tricks they had up their sleeves. He rolled and climbed down from the horse and laid down on the ground, full of flattery and flattery.

At the side, Shawk was trembling as he pointed at MerLin. Even the introverted Milon was so scared that he lost his balance and fell on his butt on the ground.

Princess! His Highness, the princess of Empire of Sarn!

MerLin glanced at the middle-aged man, put on the airs of a princess, and spoke with an imposing voice: "This princess is out on a tour around the palace, joining a small mercenary group to play, but you guys spoiled my plans."

"I don't dare, I didn't mean to, I" The middle-aged man's mouth kept begging for mercy, but his eyes were secretly looking at Lan Feng who was leaning against the big tree.

This action was extremely secretive, and only Shawk could see it clearly. She immediately woke up from her stupor and shouted, "Quickly kill him, he has discovered it!"

"Found what?"

MerLin muttered and immediately understood. His eyes were filled with surprise and he was at a loss on what to do.

The middle aged man flew up, his two swords released a burst of cyan light aura that struck at Shawk's head. Due to the distance being too close, the attack had arrived in the blink of an eye. Shawk's face was pale white, he did not even have the chance to retaliate, he could only close his eyes and wait for death!

"Why isn't it painful?"

Shawk shook his head, opened his eyes, only to find that the large two-handed heavy sword, weighing over twenty kilograms, was being held by two fingers of one hand without moving at all, and the owner of that hand, was naturally only one person!

On the surface, Lan Feng looked calm, but the waves in his heart had already risen to the heavens. He knew that these people had to be killed, or his whereabouts would be exposed. However, he could not do it. Although he had personally killed three people a few days ago and even dismembered their bodies on the spot, that was only after a long period of resentment. The people in front of him had no enmity with him. Their actions were disadvantageous to him, and he had no choice but to do so. He couldn't kill someone who didn't have any grudges against him.

"You two …" Lan Feng stuttered for a while, then sighed: "If you swear to not tell anyone about me, I'll let you go."

"No way!" Shawk cried out in alarm, and shouted loudly: "Lan Feng, have you gone stupid? Letting them go would only leave behind hidden dangers for us! "

MerLin looked at him deeply as an indescribable feeling flowed through his heart. What kind of man was he exactly? Reaching the strength of a late stage Cyan Stage at the age of eighteen years old, or even the strength of an early stage Blue Stage, had never happened before in the history of the continent. He had silently endured for four years, and even after obtaining powerful strength, he was still calm. Back then, when he killed someone, if it wasn't for Yun Na, he believed that he would still have endured. He was modest, sincere, and kind. He was someone who truly matched the word 'Knight', and to girls, he was a perfect lover.

"But is this really good? "He's too kind, he'll be hurt." Thinking of this, MerLin clenched his teeth, took out his staff and said in a deep voice: "Lan Feng, move aside, I'll do it."

"You?"

Lan Feng looked at her and he saw resoluteness, as well as a trace of struggle and fear. At this moment, he was once again moved by MerLin. She had never killed anyone, nor did she dare to kill anyone, but for his sake, she was willing to face this kind of situation which she shouldn't have faced in the first place.

A ray of sword aura split the middle-aged man, who was restricted by Lan Feng's Innate Qi, into two. The four men who were kneeling on the ground were preparing to counterattack when the fire dragon MerLin had released had already tightly entangled them. With only the strength of the Orange Stage, how could they be a match for MerLin? The fire dragons overwhelmed them, and soon after, sword lights appeared again. The four of them fell down one after another, with large mouthfuls of blood spraying out.

Shawk wiped off the blood on the corpse and laughed heartily: "Enough! I met a strong and kind companion. I don't know if this is luck or misfortune.

The corner of Lan Feng's mouth twitched. In the end, he only spat out two simple words: "Thank you."

"So this Lan Feng is actually that Lan Feng. The former trash of the imperial city became famous some time ago and used his sword to behead three experts of the Duke's direct line of descent, whose strength was rumored to be at the early stage of Battle Sage. Tsk tsk." Shawk wildly laughed, unable to conceal the admiration in his eyes, and then muttered to himself. Battle Sage, Imperial Knight, sigh, too kind, too simple …

Lan Feng's heart was heavy. This was the first time he had asked himself this. Knights were supposed to be humble and gentle. They would only fight for the honor of their country, and not just kill for personal reasons. However, was that really the case? He had always followed his mother's teachings and was a good man, a good and responsible man, but in reality, no one would agree with this way of doing things.

At this moment, Lan Feng felt two energy fluctuations coming from the trees not too far away, and they were fleeing into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Without any hesitation, he activated his transversal shift and activated his zhen qi, leaving behind an afterimage as he flew away like a big bird. His right hand was surrounded by a layer of blue jade-like Qi flow. He then threw out a palm attack, "Heart Destruction Palm!"

"Pfft!"

With a dull thud, the figure was sent flying for more than 20 meters. His back was sunken in and blood mixed with internal organs splattered out. He landed on the ground with a thud. Where was his breath?

Lan Feng could already guess from their clothes, movements and actions that they were assassins that had followed the middle-aged man. However, the other black shadow was moving in another direction. By the time he had finished cleaning up one of them, the other was already a hundred meters away.

With a clang, he took out the knight sword and infused it with Yin Yang True Qi.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

With a blood-curdling screech, the arm left behind by the black shadow moved even faster. It disappeared without a trace under the dim light of the bonfire. Moments later, a red streak of light exploded in the air a hundred meters high. A huge 'kill' character formed from flames appeared in the night sky.

"So it turns out that there's also blood in my bones. I didn't even think about killing him just now." Lan Feng laughed bitterly in his heart. He retrieved the knight sword from a hundred meters away, walked to the side of the bonfire and said to the dumbstruck Shawk, "Maybe, we should split up now. As you have seen, MerLin and I are not what you think we are, but we are being hunted. "

"I think I understand." Shawk frowned and replied: "You killed two Duke's grandson, and they are chasing after you, you are not travelling, but escaping."

Lan Feng nodded, and pointed to the corpse not far away: "They invited the assassins from Concealed Alliance, if you follow me, you will die."

Shawk smiled, looked at MerLin and said: "Under the assassin's sneak attack, how much stronger do you think Your Highness is compared to us? Or, do you think that I, Shawk, am someone who is afraid of death? You have already said that you will join my mercenary group, and you are my team member, and we are partners in life and death. My strength is not as good as yours, but when it comes to experience, you are far from me.

Lan Feng muttered as he gave MerLin an inquiring look. Shawk then waved his hand: "Don't say anything more, leave this place as soon as possible. The other party has already sent out a signal.

With that, he tore off a large piece of cloth from the dead body and passed it over to Lan Feng, saying almost in a commanding tone: "Wrap up all the horse's hooves with cloth, that way it won't make too much noise. Besides, we only have three horses left. You'll have to go on foot. We have to set up a suspicious formation for our opponents. At the very least, the people chasing after us will be fewer.

They were both eighteen years old, why was the difference so huge? This question shifted from Shawk's mind to Lan Feng's heart. Shawk's calmness, his planning and scheming, his temporary display, were far beyond what he could compare to. There will never be a genius in this world. If the heavens bestowed upon you the talent to cultivate the martial arts, it will similarly bestow you with other flaws, such as his excessive kindness, and also Shawk's meticulous thinking and analysis ability.

A few minutes later, Shawk's bayonet stabbed the two horses in the butt with a deep wound. The two horses screamed in pain and dashed off into the distance with their four hooves.

Shawk and the rest rode their horses as they waved their whips. Lan Feng activated 30% of his transversal shift and followed along the road towards the east.