"I didn't expect you to predict my sword-drawing trajectory. It's such an amazing skill. However, even the superb skills will be useless against suppressive power!" Alonsos is worthy of being a war-torn Knight of the Holy Tribe. After a brief shock, he calmed down and pointed out Xia Lan's flaws. "If your strength is in full swing, I will definitely not be your opponent, which is a pity..."

Xia Lan gasped heavily and restored her physical strength as much as possible. He had no time to care about Alonsos' words now. Even if the other party did not say his current weakness, he would be like a mortal holding a magical weapon if he could not play the role of a magical weapon, then the magical weapon would be no different from an ordinary thing.

According to his judgment, only when Alonsos' strength weakens to the median level can he kill the opponent. Otherwise, his chances of winning are slim.

Now there is only a bunch of low-level messy potions left in his virtual ring. The camouflage skills are useless in combat. In the cooling of the speed skills, the internal energy that is not powerful is released like a decorative skill, not to mention the desperate situation of death that cannot be used within a year. The only thing you can rely on is the intricate swordsmanship and the superb white wolf sword technique and talent cutoff. If he had not destroyed Alonso's special golden sword through talent cutoff before, his current situation would probably be even more embarrassing.

The scarcity of skills is not the first time Xia Lan feels deeply helpless, because the skills given by the system are too stingy. Unlike the games where they often learn five or six skills at a certain level, if they follow the normal development in the game, he can now have at least more than ten skills. He often has more attack methods and advantages in the face of combat!

For example, the warrior's heroic charge penetration attack weak click break bloodthirsty brutality, etc. If all these skills are presented in the battle with Alonsos, the results of the battle will be completely different.

Unfortunately, what you hope for invisible things will only reflect inner weakness.

Xia Lan has no way out, and this battle is either life or death.

The waving sword shone with a faint golden light and turned into a graceful arc. Alonsos slashed down with a cold face. The sharp and bright sword blade flashed in Xia Lan's eyes in a short moment. Xia Lan's body twisted and avoided the direction of the sword that had been predicted in advance. The fierce wind in her hand suddenly stabbed Alonsos who was close to her.

Alonsos raised his eyebrows. Xia Lan's movements were too slow in his eyes. When Liefeng was about one or two inches away from his chest, Alonsos calmly withdrew his sword, and the sword tip turned and quickly slapped towards Xia Lan's sword. As a result, he slapped the sky with one sword. As he seemed to have expected this scene, he captured the moment when the opponent's sword dodges, and the sword blade aimed at Xia Lan in a blink of an eye as he stepped forward.

The speed of the thorn was extremely fierce, and the lightning struck Xia Lan's chest in a flash. As the sword tip pierced Xia Lan's skin, it was about to penetrate, but a green light suddenly stirred up Alonso's long sword, and the blood in Xia Lan's chest splattered and flew backwards more than ten steps away.

The two of them fought for only a moment, and the balance of victory and defeat was already visible.

Xia Lan covered her chest and spit out a pool of dirty blood. She could predict the sword in advance, so what if his body could not keep up with the changes in the opponent's sword force, the result was just as Alonsos said. Skills are skills, strength is strength, and skills without strength support are useless.

Alonsos shook the blood dripping from the blade casually. Looking at Xia Lan, who was increasingly hurt, a disdainful smile appeared on his cold face. He had encountered countless difficult enemies. There were many tenacious wills, and there were not many more, and there were not many less, and there were no less. Anyway, he was the one who won the final victory.

He is qualified to be proud and despised, and his strong strength is his capital.

He raised his long sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Xia Lan. Now, he needs to put a complete end to the battle.

He suddenly rose from the ground, like an arrow from a string, shooting towards Xia Lan quickly. The cold sword edge exuded endless murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, Alonso, who came to the other party, shook the sword that Xia Lan had barely protected. The sharp sword blade suddenly penetrated the other party's chest. Just as he was about to take the other party's life, his body suddenly felt a warning sign and flew back. In front of Xia Lan, countless sharp spikes pierced through the ground. If he had just stepped a step, now he had been pierced from foot to head by those spikes!

"who?!"

Alonsos' expression frightened, his eyes and perception kept searching around.

"A passerby in exile."

In the dark and brown forest, an old voice echoed quietly.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Come out!"

Alonsos frowned because the sounds in the forest were at all available, and there was no suspicious existence found in his perception. This means that if the other party had either blinded the means of perception, he would not be able to sense the other party, and he could not sense the other party, only one explanation was that the other party's strength was far beyond his imagination.

At this time, he suddenly looked at Xia Lan. The reason was very simple. A man wrapped in a wide cloak appeared next to the other party.

"Who are you?!"

Alonsos pointed his sword and just pointed at the mysterious man, the well-crafted sword in his hand disappeared inexplicably.

"Little guy, don't be impulsive. I have no intention of killing you, so you can rest assuredly let go of the hostility in your heart." The mysterious cloak beside Xia Lan said. "As for who I am, you don't have to know this. Leave here and go back to the temple to report."

Alonsos stared at his empty hands in a daze, and then at the mysterious cloaked man in front of him. He took a deep breath, calmed down his restless state, and said, "Before leaving, I need to know an answer, why do you want to save him?!"

As he said that, his eyes focused on Xia Lan, who was unconscious in a pool of blood!

He had already understood something deeply from the inexplicable disappearance of the sword in his hand just now. The person in front of him was definitely a law-strong man who crossed fernu. He had no chance of winning at all when facing such a strong man. Even if he had no possibility of parrying, perhaps the other party just needed to wave his hand to make him die countless times, even if he was at the peak of his belief sacrifice.

"Do you want to know the reason? You might as well tell you this." The old man in the mysterious cloak whispered: "I have met this little guy once, and what he did was just very interested in me. If he died now, it would be as regretful as a wonderful book suddenly disappeared from the following text, so he cannot die for the time being!"

"So simple?!" Alonsos's eyelids twitched. What he wanted to say was absurd, but as soon as he said it, he subconsciously changed his words.

"Do you think it's ridiculous?" The old man in the mysterious cloak seemed to see through the other party's thoughts and chuckled indifferently: "Then I will change another reason to convince you. I'm from the public opinion of our ancestors!"
Chapter completed!