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Sssii * When the sword in the Sword Saint's hand slashed across the other party's face, it actually emitted a sound of steam.

This was the result of the high speed swing of the blade rubbing against the energy of the formless spell. In the Sword Saint's eyes, it seemed extremely strange.

Mountain's fist smashed down, knocking the Sword Saint back a few steps.

"It's the Magus from Black Tower!" Another man in black reminded him.

The short and fat Sword Saint nodded and rubbed his face. Though his opponent's fist did not directly hit him, the magic energy that his fist generated scratched his face through the mask.

"Heh heh." Big Mountain stood on the spot and let out an arrogant laugh. After becoming a Magus, he had completely forgotten about stuttering.

In Mountain's view, only the bare-handed guy among the three might be a little more difficult to deal with, because there seemed to be some killing intent coming from him, and the other two were just ordinary people.

No matter how powerful an ordinary person was, they wouldn't be able to harm him. As long as he managed to hit his opponent once, it would be a devastating blow. This was not an equal fight. What Mountain enjoyed the most was the thrill of crushing his opponent.

He would no longer be a mortal that could only let others decide whether he was dead or alive. He would become the strongest and most terrifying scoundrel in this world.

"Should I inform the general?" a tall man with a sword asked.

"No need." "I can deal with him."

"Don't be careless," said the bare-handed man. "Magi of the East, this is the first case." Even in the Pirate, the "Black Tower" was a very famous organization. However, the Magi of the Black Tower were all gathered in Europe and rarely stepped outside the continent, so there was no direct contact between the two sides. It is well-known that the "Black Tower" is a highly valued group of pure white men, all of whom believe that only those of pure blood can be favored by God.

Big Mountain was obviously a yellow man like them, but he called himself "Judas" and used magic. It was very similar to the black tower wizards who claimed to be the apostles of God.

"Call for help." Big Mountain grinned at the three of them, "Call more people over, only then will I be able to kill to my heart's content."

"Madman!" The short and fat Sword Saint once again brandished his sword and charged towards the mountain.

"An ant trying to shake a tree!" Big Mountain was wantonly mocking his opponent's weakness. Right now, he felt that crushing these mortals was as easy as crushing a bug.

Mountain's fist struck down towards the short man!

"Su Mujun!" The tall man with the sword wanted to help his companion, but when he saw his companion's actions, he gave up on the idea.

"Ha!" At this moment, he had reached the state of 'one with the world' in the path of the sword. If his teammates tried to help him now, it would only hinder his performance.

It was like he was standing on a steel wire at a thousand meters in the air. The Sword Saint's current state was extremely balanced and dangerous.

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This was a sword skill that the Sword Saint had only just comprehended at this very moment. Or rather, there was simply no such thing as the 'One World Fusion' sword skill in this world. Under the state of 'one with the world', every sword move he made was determined by the 'sword'.

At this moment, he had long since forgotten about his own situation. He also couldn't sense that Big Mountain's fist was approaching him.

His life had already merged with the sword in his hand.

When Mountain's fist came crashing down, Sword Saint swung his sword at the same time.

A great deal of steam rose from the air.

What, what's going on! Mountain's face revealed a terrified expression. The others could not see it, but he could see that the purple shield that was condensed from magic was being cut down by the blade. It melted like butter and at the same time turned into large amounts of steam.

Mages were indeed more powerful than humans, but Mountain had only learned spells for less than a month. It seemed that challenging the Sword Saint of Pirate like him was still just a little too inexperienced.

If the Magus King was here, he would have long since killed the three of them with a wave of his hand, summoning countless Sickle. But Mountain only had the strength of a regular Magus, and the strong human beings in front of him could not crush them, or even put their lives in danger.

"Haa!" Sword Saint let out another shout, as his body was working together with his sword force!

The opponent had cut open the entire shield, a shield that even bullets could not shatter, and it was actually cut open by a mortal sword. This was something that no Magus would believe, and as a novice Magus, Mountain was immediately at a loss.

"What a wild mouth," sneered the tall swordsman, "but he has no real skill."

Mountain was doomed. The Sword Sage would not hold back under the state of 'one with the world'. This yellow Magus was destined to be cut in half.

"Just as the blade of the sword was about to touch the face of the mountain …" Heh — "Mountain's panicked look suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange smile," Heh heh. "

The Sword Saint stopped moving, and the sword stopped right in front of the mountain.

Third year was indeed not strong enough, but he was the disciple of Magus King Merlin. What Merlin did after taking him in was not simply imparting spells.

A floating silver coin appeared between Mountain and the Sword Saint.

A silver coin from Judas.

According to the legend, Judas betrayed Jesus for thirty silver coins, eventually causing Jesus to be crucified and died. Judas also committed suicide because of this. This is the story of Jesus, Judas, and Silver Coins.

Did those thirty silver coins really exist in this world? Even if it existed, it was only in ordinary Roman currency, there wouldn't be any powerful supernatural power. However, the dark pagoda had created a tool that could store baleful aura. Since there were only thirty of them, the wizards called them "Judas' Silver Coins". Judas' silver coins also had inferior imitations. Although they had the same effects, they would be damaged after being used one to three times. As for real Judas' silver coins, they would not be worn out.

The Sword Saint's sword cut through the energy shield that even bullets could not penetrate, but it was blocked by this small silver coin.

A large amount of black smoke was emitted from the silver coin.

"This is bad!" The tall one wanted to pull the short Sword Saint back, but it was too late. In the next second, the black smog engulfed the short Sword Saint.

"Yes!" The unarmed man recognized the origin of the black smoke; he was the only cultivator out of the three. The other two were Swordsmen and ninja who served the army. Both of them were not good at dealing with supernatural power s.

"Damn it!"