One person, in the huge new city, he sent someone leisurely.

Damn, are these rebellious people despising themselves? They are still despising the elite army that surrounded them and cannot enter.

Looking at the cold silver-haired man in front of him, dressed in a swordsman, the flames in Hilton could even burn the entire sturdy new city.

Holding the fine sword in his hand that he had followed him for many years, Hilton's anger that was plotted by Leot immediately found a breakthrough and burst out all of them.

"Merol, kill him!"

With a cold shout full of anger, Hilton roared at Mellor with an order.

The best war horse under his crotch was stepping on the spot in a tiny battle stance. Mellor pointed his spear forward and his fighting spirit quickly burst out.

The white fighting spirit was like a holy flame, rising from Merol's body, while illuminating the surroundings, and reflecting the afterglow of the sunset.

Seeing Merol's power, Hilton's old face was gradually relieved.

Hilton, who had full confidence in Mellor, completely disbelief that the silver-headed man who spoke in front of him had the strength to defeat the eighth-level Holy Knight Templar.

The Templar, who has the eighth level strength, is a very high-level existence even in the Holy See Temple in the Land of Fire. The powerful knight from the Holy See in front of him has a powerful existence that can defeat countless powerful people of the same level.

So, when Hilton saw Mellor burst out the holy light fighting spirit unique to the Holy Templar Templar, a cruel and cold smile appeared on the corner of his slightly upturned mouth.

With the spear pointed forward, while Merlo was instigating the war horse to step slowly, he sneered at the arrogant silver-haired man in front of him: "I hope your sword can be as sharp as your mouth, otherwise you will only become a cold corpse on my spear."

Facing the afterglow of the sunset, Felster's silver hair radiated a brilliant light like gold and silver under the holy mercury-like Dou Qi of Meror.

Sitting steadily on the horse's back, Felster's handsome face was still cold.

Gently grasping the silver sword in his hand, a disdainful sneer appeared on Felster's cold lips: "You are talking nonsense, if you want to fight, hurry up, I'll go back for supper!"

If Ye Piao had been here, he would have been surprised by Felster's performance. When did this popsicle learn such a cold joke, and when he said it at this moment, he would definitely choke many people to death.

Ye Piao's guess was correct. The moment Felster said this, Merol on the opposite side was almost choked to death by Felster's strong and cold words.

The calm words that came out from a cold face seemed to be saying trivial things or talking to a humble ant, and the mood deeply stimulated Merlor, who was originally calm and conscious.

Ye Piao's education was successful. At least now I finally saw the results shown after a trace of education. Felster's popsicle finally got enlightened under the influence of the two "poisonous tongue" masters Ye Piao and Lion.

Pressing down on the rage that rose in my heart, Mellor's originally handsome face showed a hideous smile and said coldly: "I'm afraid you can't go back. Today, Mellor will let you die on the gun in my hand."

Still having a cold expression that has not changed for thousands of years, Felster's words made Mellor, whose momentum reached its peak, almost exploded in anger and died.

"If you want to fight, hurry up. I didn't hear you screaming here. If you don't fight, I'll go back for dinner. If you go back late, there will be a bucket of rice that will never leave me some dinner!"

Felster is telling the truth. The guy Lion has a bad habit of stealing food. He often picks up a lot of people's food into his own bowl to make others hungry.

This situation became more and more serious after Ye Piao, the "international policeman", left.

He stared at his limit, Mellor's momentum was suddenly reduced by half by Felster's words, and his body bathed in the holy fighting spirit trembled slightly.

He could no longer maintain his demeanor, Merlor shouted loudly, burst out with fighting spirit in his body, and grabbed the horse's belly and rushed towards Felster, who was riding alone.

He raised the spear with his right hand, and all the fighting spirit in Mellor's body was poured into the spear in his hand.

In the eyes of everyone, in just one moment, Mellor's war horse ran to Felster.

With the front finger of the spear, Merlor didn't even plan to leave the time for reaction to Felster. The spear in his hand stabbed Felster's chest with the extreme speed.

The biggest weapon of the knight is the spear in his hand. With his powerful fighting spirit, the spear can penetrate almost any strong man’s defense under the extreme acceleration of the war horse. Even a ninth-level strong man dares to take the full force of an eighth-level peak knight head-on.

But now, Felster's next move shocked everyone in the Sauron military in an instant.

Damn, what does this guy want to do? Is this guy crazy? He actually wants to use the thin silver sword in his hand to "challenge" the sharp edge that can penetrate everything.

Crazy!

Just as Felster drew his sword and met Mellor's fierce spear, such a word appeared in the heads of almost all Sauron soldiers who witnessed this scene.

If it weren't for being crazy, how could it be that at such a close distance, the fatal silver sword in his hand could block the fierce spear.

All everyone has to wait for now is the tragic scene of a spear piercing through the body and carrying countless blood.

Under everyone's gaze, Felster's figure, who was sitting firmly on the horse, suddenly twisted strangely, and his whole body flashed past Mellor's fierce shot in an action that was almost impossible for a normal human.

A silver light flashed, and the silver sword in Felster's hand pressed against the spear that Merol had stabbed out.

After a dazzling spark was sparked, Felster soared into the air under Mellor's horror gaze with the anti-shock power from the silver sword.

With the ultimate power, Merol shot the air.

The horror flashed in his eyes. Merol's body shook with the power of rushing forward. While bursting out with a strong fighting spirit, the spear in his hand instantly turned around, perfectly utilizing the power of the forward stab, and instantly slashed towards Felster, who had risen into the air.

The silver sword slashed down suddenly, and Felster finally burst out with fighting spirit in his body when he touched the spear.

Using the principles of physics, Felster hit the weakest gun tip of Merol's weakest with his greatest strength.

The instant contact of power caused an unprecedented dazzling light to explode on the two of them. Then, Felster bounced up at the moment when Merlor's spear fell and rushed towards Merlor on the horse's back.

With a muffled groan, Meroler used his own weakness to face the enemy's strength, and finally lost to Felster's full-strength slash, and leaned down helplessly.

Pressing down a mouthful of blood rushing up his chest, Merlor looked at Felster again and was shocked, and the blood in his body became cold in an instant.

With the power of rebound, Felster bounced into the air. The moment he stepped on the horse's head heavily, the silver sword in his hand shone with the light of fighting spirit, drew a slightly curved arc, and slashed hard towards his neck.

Her whole body tightened quickly, leaned back like lightning, and pressed tightly on the horse's back. Merol's powerful reflex nerve successfully saved his life.

Seeing a strong silver light passing by his face, Merol breathed a sigh of relief, his waist thrust and sat up again on the horse's back.
Chapter completed!