Chapter 1820

"Very bad." This was St. joramod's first reaction.

Although I didn't use all my strength, even the Holy Level couldn't carry the blow hard. St. joramod is still in the exploratory stage at this time. If Linton parries or dodges with a sword, he can accept it. After all, is the other party a saint level, but he can't think of taking the blow with his head.

The heart was very shaken. St. joramod's mind was very firm. The movements of his hands were not disordered. His backhand changed his posture, cut horizontally and waved to Linton's neck again.

However, Linton quickly raised a hand, stretched out a finger and simply blocked the blow of St. joramod again.

St. joramod's fighting spirit lifted the surrounding turf. The aftereffect of this attack also showed the strength of the attack, but Linton's calm smile really made St. joramod a little flustered.

Originally, St. joramod's sword move must be quite coherent. It can be adjusted and attacked continuously according to the actual fighting situation. However, at this time, St. joramod's mind is blank. He doesn't even know how to fight because of the situation he hasn't seen at all.

Before he could figure it out, Linton suddenly waved his palm as a knife, cut it directly and cut it on the right shoulder of St. joramod.

"Clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack cla. Spit out a mouthful of blood, and San joramo fell to his place on the spot.

"As always, I'm weak and dying." Linton stood up and said, of course, the one here always said the whole Saint level. I really haven't seen anyone who can play.

"You... What the hell are you... Cough... What kind of monster..." San joramo, who fell to the ground, stared at Linton. Before he came, he even thought that he might really have a confrontation with Linton, but he never thought that the process would be like this. This guy's strength is not just a "Saint level newcomer", Even the word holy level can't describe his strength. It feels that he and Linton don't belong to the same level at all.

"Die to die, don't swear." Linton said.

"The saint level association will find it soon... You can't run away..." said St. joramod.

"It's waiting for them." Linton smiled. "Do you think my goal is you? What are you...?"

"..." St. joramo was shocked, but suddenly he understood Linton's meaning. Although the words sounded extremely arrogant, the facts proved that the saint level was really nothing in his eyes. This guy's goal was the whole Saint level association? St. joramod always felt that the whole continent seemed to be facing a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at the direction of the elves' main city. He could expect that the elves would be absolutely bad in this war with the Terrans. Linton is not afraid of the restriction of the saint level association. If even the saint level association can't stop Linton, the elf kingdom is certainly impossible, so the outcome of the war is absolutely very bad.

"Oh!" Suddenly a light burst out of St. joramod's body and shot directly into the sky. St. joramod's side should break out the last fighting spirit. He suddenly got up and took the sword in his left hand. He was just ready to take the shot. The next second, Linton's right hand had penetrated his chest.

"What's the use of something like a flare? It's said that I'm waiting for the people of the Holy Level Association to investigate." Linton looked up at the light in the sky and said.

St. joramod didn't answer. Yes, he didn't want to kill Linton in the end. He had just fought in an instant. He already understood the gap between Linton and his strength, which was not a level at all. And his similar signal bomb is not to inform the saint level association. The person he wants to inform is the childhood sweetheart in the elf King City, Queen Aryan.

This is a code that only the two of them can understand. The expression is also very simple, "run."

Pulling out his hand, St. joramod also closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Before his death, Linton seemed to see the other party smiling at ease. Is it because of the signal bomb in the sky? But no matter who St. joramo has to signal, Linton is not afraid at all. You have the ability to call the whole Saint level association.

At this time, Queen Aryan saw this signal for the first time in the Elven King City. She was always in a state of uneasiness from the beginning, and always felt that something was going to happen. Standing on the balcony at the top of the King City, she has been looking south. Although it was certainly impossible to see the front line here, and it was impossible to really see St. joramod, she just wanted to look over there.

Unexpectedly, at this time, she saw the signal bomb, the mark and the color. Aryan immediately understood who released it and what it meant. Growing up together, they have been foraging and hunting in the forest since childhood. Their cooperation is very tacit. Because sometimes they need to search separately for prey, they also agreed on some signals, such as "we need support here, come on." "There are prey" and other information, as well as the one we see in front of us, "there are strong enemies, disperse and run."

Aryan knew in an instant that something had happened to St. joramod. She didn't expect it to happen at this time. St. joramod didn't leave long ago. The location of the signal bomb was in the forest not far from the King City. Aryan's heart seized.

The first reaction must be to save people immediately, but she also knew that St. joramo had to give herself this signal to avoid dying. This signal means that St. jooramo has to judge that the enemy can't be defeated at all. It's better to die one than all accidents, but the question is can he watch St. jooramo die and do nothing?

"Contact the two adults of St. hill and St. marsven immediately." Aryan said to the next servant on the horse.

These two people also know that they are holy level. They are also worshipped by the elf family, and they are also the elf family. Of course, there is more than one holy level of the elves. Although the population of the country is only one thirtieth of that of the Terrans, the number of holy levels of the elves is almost the same as that of the Terran empire. Here is the advantage of race.

However, like most human holy levels, most elf holy levels also travel and practice outside. The saint level itself is too lazy to care about the affairs of any country, but the country is also offering them after all. Without these offerings, they are also very troublesome. You can't expect the saint level to work or rob, so protecting the country offering them in shifts is the default industry rule, and the default rule of the mainland.

However, the saint level basically takes care of the saint level. For example, the saint level of the elves only intervened in Linton's involvement in the war. They are not as empty as Linton and will take care of everything. However, St. joramo was in danger this time. It was definitely something that Saint level wanted to do. Aryan would immediately inform the other two Saint levels stationed.

However, there is no need for Aryan to inform them, because the saint level's perception is very sharp. Aryan didn't know the accident until she saw the signal of St. joramod, and the two saints felt it when St. joramod and Linton began to fight.

Abnormal fighting flow. One of the people who shot was their colleague St. joramod. Because they were familiar with his fighting fluctuation, it was still very simple to feel it. But who is the opponent? They didn't even feel each other's fighting spirit, let alone recognize the fluctuation of each other's fighting spirit.

When Aryan sent someone to find the two Saint level, they actually came to the place of the incident, but the current situation

"You... Who are you...?" The female fairy Saint level called Saint hill was held in the air by Linton's neck with one hand and asked hard. Next to the corpse of St. joramod, there was another flesh and blood man. Of course, it was another Saint masvin.

"Dragon fire gun!" At this time, the Saint maswen who fell on the ground suddenly raised his hand, which was a high-level flame magic. Although the flame is not big, it is a high-order flame simulating dragon breath, and its quality is completely incomparable with that of ordinary flame. Saint Mars tattoo was seriously injured, but he pretended to be unconscious and secretly accumulated magic. He suddenly released this magic, which can be regarded as a wealth of combat experience.

Unfortunately, Linton had already noticed it, but he didn't care what the other party was doing. The purple light in his eyes flashed, Yan Dun started with earth life, stretched out his right hand and directly squeezed the other party's flame in his hand.

"Come on, show you a traditional Chinese skill, swallow the sword..." Linton said. He also picked up the flame sword he had just rubbed out, pulled St. hill with his other hand, and directly put it in the mouth of the other party from top to bottom. The saint hill here gave a scream, his whole body shook violently, and then suddenly had no response. Soon his body began to burn out from the inside. It can be seen that the flame is really strong, and the general Saint level must not be able to resist it.

"Hill!" Saint Marvin estimated that he had a good relationship with Saint hill. Seeing her tragedy, he roared angrily. However, as soon as he got up to do something, he looked up and saw that Linton, who had just stood there, suddenly came to him in a blink.

"Fire..."

St. marsven responded quickly, pulled up his wand and prepared to attack. Just at the moment of raising his hand, Linton's four fingers closed together and inserted into each other's upper arm for a moment. Without waiting for St. marsven's reaction, he grabbed each other's upper arm humerus and pulled it out.

The thumb pressed hard on the bone, and the bone burst into two sections. Linton waved his wrist, and the sharp section was directly inserted into St. marsven's neck. A set of actions went like clouds and water. Saint maswen didn't even have time to react. He just read the first mantra, and his neck was pierced the next second.

"Hiss... Drink... Cough..." he covered his neck with the rest of his hand. Saint marsven stared at Linton with congested glasses for a few seconds. He had to say something first, but he couldn't make any sound. He fell to the ground.

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