"It's very bad." This was Saint Joramo's first reaction.
Although he did not use all his strength to strike this blow, even a saint-level person would not be able to withstand this blow. Saint Joramo was still in the testing stage at this time. If Linton used his sword to parry or dodge,
, he could accept it, after all, the other party was also a saint, but of course he couldn't have imagined that he would receive the blow with his head without moving.
His heart was very shaken, but St. Joramo's character was very firm. He did not mess up the movements of his hands, changed his backhand position and made a horizontal slash, and swung towards Linton's neck again.
However, Linton quickly raised a hand, stretched out a finger, and simply blocked Saint Giolamo's blow again.
The fighting spirit released by St. Joramo caused the surrounding turf to fly away. The aftermath of this attack also showed how powerful the attack was. But Linton's calm smile at this moment really made Saint Joramo feel a little panicked.
.
Originally, Saint Joramode's sword moves must have been quite coherent. They could be adjusted according to the actual fighting situation and carry out continuous attacks. However, at this time, Saint Joramode's mind was blank, and he had never seen anything like this before.
Even though he was so experienced in fighting, he didn't even know how to continue fighting.
Before he could figure it out, Linton suddenly turned his palm into a sword and slashed down directly, hitting Saint Joramo on the right shoulder.
"Crack, click, click" sounds of various bone cracks were heard, from the shoulder blades to the ribs, Saint Giolamo's whole body was dented by the cuts. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and Saint Giolamo fell to the spot on the spot.
"As weak as ever." Linton spread his hands and said. Of course, as always, he was talking about the entire Saint level. Indeed, I have never seen anyone who can fight.
"You... what kind of monster are you... ahem..." St. Joramo, who was lying on the ground, stared at Linton. Before he came, he had even thought that he might really be with him.
Linton had a duel, but he never thought that the process would be like this. Not only is this guy's strength not a "holy level newcomer", but even the word holy level cannot be used to describe his strength. It feels like he and Linton
It doesn't belong to the same level at all.
"If you die, don't curse people randomly," Linton said.
"The Holy Association will come for you soon... You can't run away..." Saint Joramo said.
"Aren't you waiting for them?" Linton smiled, "Do you think my target is you? Who...are you?"
"..." Saint Joramo was shocked, and he suddenly understood what Linton meant. Although his words sounded extremely arrogant, it turns out that the saint level is indeed nothing in his eyes. This guy's
Is the target the entire Holy Association? Saint Joramo always feels as if the entire continent is facing a catastrophe.
Thinking of this, he suddenly looked in the direction of the main elf city. He could predict that this war with the human race would definitely be bad for the elves. Linton was not afraid of the restrictions of the Holy Association at all. If even the Holy Association
If Linton can't be stopped, the Elf Kingdom will certainly not be able to, so the outcome of the war will definitely be very bad.
"Ha!" Suddenly a burst of light rushed out from Saint Joramo's body and shot directly into the sky. Saint Joramo's side should have burst out his final fighting spirit. He stood up suddenly and switched to holding the sword in his left hand. Just now
He was about to take action, but in the next second, Linton's right hand had penetrated his chest.
"What's the use of your signal flares? I told you that I'm waiting for people from the Holy Association to investigate." Linton looked up at the light in the sky and said.
Saint Joramo didn't answer. Yes, he didn't want to kill Linton when he finally got angry. In the moment of the fight, he already understood the strength gap between Linton and him. They were not on the same level at all. And this of his
Things like signal flares were not intended to notify the Holy Association. The person he wanted to notify was his childhood sweetheart in the Elf King City, Queen Aryan.
This is a code that only the two of them understand, and its meaning is very simple, "Run quickly."
After pulling out his hand, Saint Giolamo also closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Before he died, Linton seemed to see the other party smiling with some relief. Was it because of this signal bomb in the sky? But no matter who Saint Giolamo had to give it to
Signal, Linton is not afraid at all. If you have the ability, you can summon everyone from the entire Saint-Level Association to come.
At this time, in the elf royal city, Queen Aryan saw this signal for the first time. She had been restless from the beginning, always feeling that something was going to happen. Standing on the balcony at the top of the royal city, she
She has been looking in the south direction. Although it is definitely impossible to see the front line from here, and it is impossible to really see Saint Joramo, but she just wants to look over there.
Unexpectedly, she saw the flare, this mark, and this color at this time. Aryan instantly understood who had released it and what it meant. They had grown up together and had been in the forest together since childhood.
The two of them cooperated very well to forage and hunt. Because sometimes they needed to search for prey separately, the two also agreed on some signals, such as "We need support here, come quickly. There is prey here" and other messages.
There is this one I see in front of me, "There is a strong enemy, disperse and run quickly."
Aryan immediately understood that something was wrong with St. Joramo. She did not expect that something would happen at this time. Not long after St. Joramo left, she saw that the signal flare was located in the forest not far outside the royal city. Ya
Li An's heart suddenly became entangled.
The first reaction must be to save people immediately, but she also knew that Saint Giolamo had specially given her this signal to prevent herself from dying. The meaning of this signal was that Saint Giolamo judged that the enemy could not be defeated at all.
It is better for one person to die than for everything to happen, but the question is, can he watch Saint Giolamo die without doing anything?
"Contact Masters Saint Hill and Saint Masvin immediately." Aryan immediately said to the servant next to her.
You can tell by their names that these two are both saints. They are also enshrined by the elves, and they are also elves. Of course, there is more than one saint in the elves. Although the country's population is only one-thirtieth of the human race,
The number of holy-level elves is actually about the same as that of the human empire. This is a racial advantage.
However, like most of the saints of the human race, most of the saints of the elves are also traveling outside, practicing and so on. The saints themselves are too lazy to care about the country's affairs, but after all, the country is also enshrining them, without these
It's quite troublesome to worship them. You can't expect the saints to work or rob, so taking turns to protect the country that worships them is the default rule, the default rule of the mainland.
However, the Saints basically only care about Saint-level matters. For example, when Linton got involved in the war this time, the Saints from the Elf tribe only intervened. They are not as empty-handed as Linton, who can take care of every mess.
However, this time Saint Joramo was in danger, and it was definitely a matter for the Saints to take action, so Aryan would immediately notify the other two stationed Saints.
But there was no need for Aryan to inform them both, because the perception of the saints was very sharp. Aryan only knew something was wrong when she saw the signal from Saint Joramo, and the two saints were in the Saint-level
Joramor had already felt it when he and Linton started fighting.
There was an abnormal flow of fighting spirit, and one of the people who took action was their colleague Saint Joramo. Because they were familiar with the fluctuations of his fighting spirit, it was very simple to sense it. But who was the opponent? They didn't even feel the opponent's fighting spirit.
Not to mention recognizing the fluctuations in the opponent's fighting spirit.
Just when Aryan sent people to find the trouble with these two saints, these two people had actually arrived at the scene of the incident, but the current situation...
"You...who are you...?" The female elf saint named Saint Hill was held in the air by Linton's neck with one hand, and he asked with difficulty. The body of Saint Jolamo was also next to him.
There is one more person with bloody flesh, of course it is another saint-level Saint Masvin.
"Dragon Fire Flame Spear!" At this time, the St. Masvin who was lying on the ground suddenly raised his hand and fired a high-level flame magic. Although the flame was not big, it was a high-level flame that simulated dragon's breath, and its quality was not the same as ordinary flames.
It's completely incomparable. St. Mastao was seriously injured, but when he fell to the ground, he pretended to be unconscious, secretly accumulated magic power, and suddenly released this magic. He was considered to have very rich combat experience.
Unfortunately, Linton had noticed it a long time ago, but he just didn't care much about what the other party was doing. Purple light flashed in his eyes, and he activated the Yan Dun Jiu Earth Life, stretched out his right hand, and directly pinched the opponent's flame in his hand.
"Here, I'll show you a traditional Chinese skill, sword swallowing..." Linton said as he picked up the flaming sword he had just made. He pulled the Saint Hill he was carrying with his other hand, and directly moved the sword from top to bottom.
The poor opponent's mouth. Saint Hill here let out a scream, his whole body shook violently, and then suddenly became unresponsive. Soon, his body began to burn from the inside out. It can be seen that the flame is indeed very strong. The average holy level
I definitely can't resist it.
"Hill!" St. Masvin probably had a good relationship with St. Hill. Seeing her miserable condition, he roared angrily. However, when he got up and was about to do something, he looked up and saw Linton, who was standing there just now, suddenly
Came to him as if teleporting.
"fire……"
St. Masvin reacted quickly and pulled up his wand to prepare for an attack. But at the moment he raised his hand, Linton put his four fingers together and inserted them into the opponent's upper arm. Before St. Masvin could react, he pulled the opponent's upper arm humerus and pulled it out with all his strength.
out.
His thumb pressed hard on the bone, and the bone instantly broke into two pieces. Linton waved his wrist, and the sharp section penetrated directly into St. Masvin's neck. The movements were so smooth that St. Masvin didn't even have time to react.
Just when he recited the first incantation, the next second he was stabbed through the neck.
"Hiss...drink...cough..." Covering his neck with his remaining hand, St. Masvin stared at Linton with bloodshot glasses for a few seconds. He wanted to say something but could not make any sound. After a moment, there was a crash.