Longxiao City.

Under the eaves of a remote place.

Nikolai, whose face was covered with blood, was lying on his side next to a wooden barrel. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand with difficulty to break the crossbow arrow that had pierced his thigh from the tail, and then tightened his grip on the bloody arrow that pierced his hind leg.

Use slight force.

"laugh!"

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, but the Fallen Starman still gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow while trembling without saying a word.

Nicolai exhaled, threw away the arrow, and pulled a piece of cloth to wrap it up.

This is the last arrow.

As for the two arrows still in the body... Nicolai looked at his left arm and leg.

There suddenly remained two arrow shafts that had been broken into pieces.

The meteorite's eyes were fierce and he clenched his fists.

Immediately, the unique power of termination originated from his bones, tightening his muscles and sealing the area around the arrow shaft.

This should last for a while.

Nicolai took a deep breath, feeling the unsatisfactory hurt in his body, and frowned.

The Meteor Man slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was also lying on the ground with bruises all over his body: "You are the person Grievor was talking about."

But the other party didn't respond.

"My skills are good, and my method of blocking crossbow arrows is very clever." Nicolai nodded slowly.

In fact... Nicolai took a breath and secretly told himself: This is a ruthless character.

The man with the strange black sword snorted coldly and wrapped up the last larger wound on his body.

"You're not bad either." He said calmly, looking at the badly worn arm shield on Nicolai's left arm.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"Did you seal the disaster?" The Fallen Starman struggled to drag his body up and leaned against the wall: "Do you have... those weapons?"

"That's right," Heijian nodded, with a calm expression: "That lame man dropped a spear, didn't he."

Nicolai endured the pain in his arms and calves, looked at the man with the strange sword, and glanced at the other sword on his waist, suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"You know us... who the hell are you?"

The leader of the White Blade Guard naturally placed his hand next to the Soul-Severing Blade and said softly: "You know the magician, and you also know the legendary anti-demon..."

But his words were interrupted.

"Hey," the ordinary-looking man shook his head slightly: "Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

"You also heard what those civilians were saying," Black Sword lowered his head and wiped his long sword, "Your king..."

He shrugged.

The Fallen Star was silent for a while.

"Yes," Nicolai picked up a crossbow arrow, his face was ugly and his eyes were dim: "I have a hunch that the worst thing has happened."

The humiliation of the blade.

I am afraid……

Nicolai's eyes became colder and colder, and he slowly clenched his fists.

The black sword that was wiping his weapon glanced over and observed Nicolai's expression: "What are you not going to do? At least you should report a message?"

Nicolai's eyes focused on the crossbow in his hand, his left fist clenched and trembling slightly.

"No matter who it is - the Black Sand Leader or whoever - started this rebellion, they have been planning it for a long time and carefully planned it," the Fallen Starman gritted his teeth and grinded out the words between his teeth, his pale face highlighted by the blood.

The contrast is particularly strong: "Now, except for my Bladesworn brothers, no one can be trusted."

Black Sword snorted, hung the weapon back on his waist, struggled to stand up against the wall: "Then good luck."

Nicolai raised his head and looked at the man who was about to leave.

"Hey," the Fallen Star stopped the strange man and nodded his chin: "You are not from the North...why did you save me?"

Black Sword turned back and glanced at Nicolai with a meaningful look.

At that moment, Nicolai felt strange emotions flowing through this man's eyes.

"I can't stand the despicable villain who uses crossbows to defeat the many." Heijian said calmly, and he continued to turn around.

Nicolai, who was resting with his back against the wall, sneered disdainfully after hearing this.

"Come on," Nicolai shook his head slowly, showing a sarcastic smile: "As a white-blade guard, the king's sharpest knife, I have fought many battles, served as his reserve team, herald, military judge, and executioner.

People, death squads, elites, rearguards... all the positions you can think of."

Black Sword did not look back, but his voice came over:

"so?"

Nicolai sat up a few inches with difficulty and took a deep breath.

"So, I have interrogated many prisoners of war, spies, traitors and enemies. I can distinguish lies from the truth. I have also seen how different people fight." The Fallen Starman responded to Black Sword's words, his eyes sparkling: "I

See how you beat Tuleha - kicking up the snow and dust under your feet? You don't look like those messengers of justice who see injustice on the road."

Black Sword turned his head and glanced at Nicolai, who was panting on the ground.

After a while.

Nicolai snorted, shook his head and said: "If you are not prepared to say anything..."

at this time.

"Is it this knife?" Heijian asked softly.

Nicolai frowned.

"What?"

The next moment, Meteorite immediately noticed that the man's eyes fell on the Soul-Destroying Blade in his hand.

Nicolai's breathing began to speed up, slightly causing injuries to his body.

He unconsciously touched the handle of the knife.

"Is this the knife," Fortunately, Black Sword just asked in his deep voice: "Killed Horace Bright Star?"

Nicolai's eyes widened slightly.

What?

The two men looked at each other under the eaves for two seconds.

"Yes, the Soul-Severing Blade."

Nicolai's eyes did not leave Heijian's eyes. He nodded slowly, raised his alertness to the highest level, and adjusted his body to a position where he could make a violent attack or defend in time. Then he said calmly: "Twelve years ago,

The Sword of Traceability died under it."

Black Sword breathed slowly, inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Horace," he said slowly, "did he suffer before he died?"

Nicolai took a deep breath of cold air, stood up shakily while holding on to the barrel, and held the Soul-Destroying Blade tightly in his right hand.

"I know now why you saved me."

The meteorite man gritted his teeth and his eyes became sharper.

But Black Sword just looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"If you want to avenge the Light-Retracing Sword, now is a good time," Nikolai gasped in pain, opened the distance between his legs, and quickly estimated the timing of the attack. The power of the end was slowed in the bones.

Slowly gathering, his words revealed deep hostility: "Of course, don't expect me not to fight back."

However, the man in front of him only glanced at the Soul-Severing Blade, then turned and left.

Nicolai frowned deeply.

He watched the black sword's back slowly leave, and the doubts in his heart only increased.

"etc."

The Fallen Star finally spoke.

"What is your purpose, a guy of unknown origin?" Nicolai said slowly: "Commas has a saying, 'Be wary of gifts without asking for anything in return.'"

Black Sword turned around and took a deep look at Meteorite.

"Compared to interrogating me," Heijian shook his head gently: "I believe you have more important things to do."

Nicolai frowned slightly: "Yes, believe me, I'm already doing it."
To be continued...