Chapter 167 The Sword Saint's Sorrow

The soldiers of the Conch finally arrived at the port. Under his protection, Pizarro ran towards Sani, the swordsman, like a broken dog.

"Save me, the enemy is coming!" At this time, he lost his previous arrogance and arrogance. Looking at Sani was like seeing a savior.

"You trash, you have to be responsible for this defeat! I will definitely report what happened today." Sani looked at Pizarro, his face full of disgust.

In his opinion, people like Pizarro are not suitable for joining the army at all, and they are not worthy of being the commander of the navy.

"Whatever you do, how do you deal with these cruel enemies now! Look, they have all chased you, hurry up! If they are let go, you have to take responsibility." At this time, Pizarro did not forget to command Sani and shirk responsibility, showing his villain's demeanor.

"Don't worry, I won't let them escape." After saying that, Sani jumped suddenly, jumped directly to the Sea Lion, and then kicked the ground, and flew directly to the Sea Lion.

"Where did the bandits come from? They dared to enter the Port of Venisa. They were really brave." At this time, Sani rushed into the Sea Lion with great might. In his opinion, there was at most an excellent magician on the ship, and the others were not worth worrying about. He felt that with his sword saint's strength, he could handle these people in front of him.

Sani, the sword saint, is very famous in the Principality of Carlo. He is the apprentice of Kanisares, one of the three great war gods on the continent. He is a real master.

A famous teacher produces a high disciple. As the disciple of the profession god of war who is closest to God, he is also very famous in the Principality of Carlo and has outstanding strength.

However, because he was not very sleek and offended people, he was sent to the Port of Venisa and became the commander of the port of the army.

In terms of strength, Sani is a super expert.

In his opinion, as long as it is a melee battle, even a great magician will not pose any threat to him. After all, as a sword saint, he can also avoid the opponent's attack.

In melee battles, the magician's weak body and fragile protective ability are definitely a rookie.

"If the magician is solved, the ship will be no threat, and the others are not worth mentioning at all." At this time, he thought confidently.

However, he was obviously wrong.

"brush!"

Just as he got on the boat, he saw a dagger attacking directly from behind like a ghost. If he hadn't seen the opportunity, he would have had a wound on his body.

When he was still in shock, a big man held the giant axe, his speed and movement were very fast, and he slashed at his head with a fierce momentum.

If he couldn't stop it, he would definitely be split in half.

"Bang!"

At this time, Sani suddenly used his fighting spirit and used the sword in his hand to greet the man's giant axe. In his opinion, the other party's giant axe would definitely be shaken by the fighting spirit on his sword.

Then, he could use his long sword to follow this flaw and take away the bald man's life.

Although his idea was very good, Carney found that his imagination was wrong. When his sword fighting spirit touched Hubla's giant axe, the opponent's axe did not fly away at all, but instead shocked his hands sore.

However, Hubla was also at a loss under such fighting spirit. He roared angrily and tried hard to hold the axe. However, the opponent's energy still shocked him and his hands were almost bleeding.

The reason why he was so desperate was because he wanted to buy time for Zhao Feng. Because Carney's sword energy attack just now mostly attacked Zhao Feng.

In his opinion, Zhao Feng was the magician on the ship and the object he needed to get rid of first.

Zhao Feng adjusted his breath. The magic attack just now put a lot of load on his body, and he almost exhausted. He finally recovered after a while.

However, with the adjustment function of the Lord's Technique, he quickly recovered his spirits.

"Looking for death!" When he saw Hubra in a very embarrassing manner in order to block Sani's offensive, he said angrily: "Let me deal with him!"

As he said that, Zhao Feng picked up the black iron stick and smashed it at Sani's head.

"Bang!"

Sani was shocked by Hubla's strength just now. At this time, he saw Zhao Feng smashing at him with a black stick, and couldn't help but sneer.

"You, a magician, dare to fight me with a fire stick?" In Sani's opinion, Zhao Feng's behavior was nothing more than seeking death. "If you want to die, I will give you my wish!"

Sani suddenly swung his sword and attacked Zhao Feng's black iron rod. On the sword, he used a lot of strength to teach the magician in front of him some lessons.

"Isn't dead yet?"

When Sani's long sword touched Zhao Feng's black iron rod, he let out a proud laugh. In his opinion, Zhao Feng in front of him was definitely sure to die.

A sword holy weapon against a magician and two people engage in close combat, the answer is self-evident.

However, the result stunned him.

After a sound of gold and iron clashing, Sani suddenly stepped back seven or eight steps, but Zhao Feng looked as if nothing had happened.

"What, it's even better than me?" At this time, Sani was shocked. When did a magician-level sword saint appear on the continent?

In his opinion, the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is just a myth.

Ordinary people cannot take into account both magic and fighting spirit. Even if they are powerful and talented, they will find it difficult to have time to practice two sects at the same time.

It takes a long trial to become a sword saint and a magician. A forty-year-old sword saint like Sani is already a very, very young person.

"It must be an illusion!" Sani shook his head, used all his strength, and stimulated his pure fighting spirit throughout his body, attacking Zhao Feng.

At this moment, Zhao Feng also used his six-system fighting spirit and the spiral energy he had learned to welcome Sani's long sword.

"Boom, boom, boom." These two fighting spirits made a huge collision sound in the air. Then Zhao Feng's fighting spirit was like a cone, passing through Sani's orange fighting spirit directly and hitting his long sword. The huge spiral force made Sani's hand numb, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out.

A sword saint threw away the most proud sword in the battle, which was absolutely a shame, a huge shame. At the beginning, the god of war Kanisares, who taught Sani, said: "If you throw away your sword in the battle, you will never be able to enter the realm of the god of war."

But……

Sani's face was as shocked as a pig's liver at this time, and she murmured: "This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"There is nothing impossible, I am the same sword saint." Zhao Feng said to Carney: "Although your level is good, it is still a little far away than me."

When Sani heard Zhao Feng's words, her face turned darker and said, "I can't, I can definitely defeat you! I am the future god of war, how can I fail?"

At this time, he was as crazy as he was very angry.

"The loser must have the awareness of the loser." At this moment, Bernice's dagger entered Sani's back like a ghost.

The black dagger passed through Sani's fighting energy shield and entered his back, emitting a strange light, absorbing the energy in his body.

"Oh my God, can this dagger break the fighting spirit?" At this time, Sani turned to look at Bernice, with a cold face, showing a look of unwillingness.

"I would rather die under the sword saint than die at the assassin's hands."

Hearing Sani's words, Bernice said coldly: "The loser has no right to choose death, only the winner has it. If you die in my hands, you will not lose."

As he said that, Bernice suddenly pulled out the dagger, and blood gushed out from the wound, and the strength of Sani's body continued to disappear. Although he kept struggling and wanted to stand up, he still slowly fell to the ground, with his eyes open, looking like he was dying with his eyes open, which made people sigh.

"Kill it!"

At this time, Zhao Feng glanced at Sani, with a look of pity in his eyes and said, "If I had known, I would have made a ruthless move and I would give him some pleasure first."

Zhao Feng still felt a little regretful about the death of the Sword Saint-level master.

"Okay, don't sigh, kill us! Those people are not worth worrying." At this time, Bernice stared at the soldiers in the port and said.

Zhao Feng nodded, and understood that it would be useless to say anything else. He looked at the front and said, "Roar up!"

At this time, Zhao Feng, Bernice, Hubravictor and others rushed directly to the dock and rushed towards the soldiers who had lost their leaders.

These people are all masters, especially Zhao Feng and Bernice, whose skills are like ghosts. Hubble has a great strength and his combat power is also very outstanding.

Although Victor is old, he has excellent combat experience, and is even stronger and more powerful.

Under the killing of these people, the entire port became a bloody ocean. The soldiers soon lost their will to fight and began to escape desperately.

Since there was no leader, they could not raise the courage to fight at all.

At this time, Pizarro, the commander of the navy, had already cleaned up the gold, silver and fine materials, and had already run away from this dangerous place.

Under his leadership, the entire port began to be defeated. Everyone started to escape desperately, not wanting to lose their lives here.

"The Sword Saint is dead, run away!"

"The enemy is too powerful, so cruel. If you don't run away, you will be lifeless!"

"Those people can spit fire and eat people!"

Driven by rumors and panic, everyone was running away, and no one wanted to resist. They didn't know that there were only dozens of enemies in this port.

When Zhao Feng and the others all boarded the port, they found that everyone here had almost ran away. The weak fighting will of the Carlo people can be seen.
Chapter completed!