The dark clouds covered the Yin Yue. The outside of Nisse Village was silent and gloomy. The wind outside was howling coldly. From time to time, you could hear the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

On the exterior wall of the village of Nisse, Saraph was like a bat, firmly attached to the wall.

He was not exposed at all, and he was motionless, like a dead object.

Only those eyes, shining with cold and cruel light, were like a lonely hungry wolf in the wild, proving that he was still alive.

He held the black sword in one hand, and the black sword tip was facing the wall, his muscles were tightened, ready to launch a thunder attack at any time.

Saravre did not escape, but instead hid and prepared to attack William who was chasing him.

If William was not prepared, he would have been successful by Sarav!

But Saravre did not count, but he had no idea. William had a magic mirror that came from the fairy tale world.

Seraph, who was stuck on the wall, suddenly heard William's low and urgent words from the other side of the wall.

This was said too quickly, and it seemed that it was not the language of the Principal of Fadir. Seraph could not understand the meaning of this sentence for a moment.

Just when he was surprised, a strong wind suddenly fell from the sky.

Saraph's pupils shrank, he clasped the wall with one hand, and continued to stick to the wall. With the other hand, he raised the thin sword. Life energy spread out from his body, attached to the thin sword, and stabbed silently, stabbing the object that was hit by the strong wind.

penetrating!

The thin sword pierced into the wooden stick.

Only then did Saravau see clearly that the attack on him was a wooden stick that automatically attacked him.

A wooden stick that no one operates but automatically attacks him.

Seeing this scene, Saraph's eyes showed an extremely panic, his voice trembled, and he lost his inch in a moment, "Witchcraft..."

At this moment, William's attack followed, and the fierce sword wind fell from the sky and slashed towards Sarav's head.

At a critical moment, Saraph finally came back to his senses. He turned into a palm with one claw and hit the wall.

A palm print suddenly sank into the wall, and Saraph also took advantage of this attack and flew back with the thin sword with a wooden stick to avoid the fatal blow.

But William seemed to have expected that in the air, he stomped his feet together on the wall, and two thick footprints suddenly appeared on the wall.

William came out of the abyss like a dragon, flew into the air to attack Sarav, and his sword changed from slash to straight stab.

Sarav, who was flying back, exploded with fierceness, his fierce eyes flashed, and his white light was soaring that he was preparing to burst out his life energy, intending to increase his physical fitness.

The voice of the magic mirror rang in time in William's mind, "The target exploded with life energy, and the power is expected to increase to 6.42, the physique declined to 4.13, and the agility increased to 6.58."

William's face instantly became ugly.

When his physical attributes were almost the same, William could still fight with Saravus with his magic mirror, but now he has fully exploded his life energy and raised his physical fitness to a terrifying level, which is terrifying.

William is no match at all!

The nerve reaction speed could not keep up with the other party at all, it was just a one-sided massacre.

Just like in the dirt house, he fought with the two great knights of Sarav, while the two knight-level killers and his guards had no room for intervention.

He is going to fall into this kind of field, too.

Unless he also bursts out his life energy.

But this has great sequelae. Excessive explosion of life energy will cause irreparable damage to the body. After this battle, you will fall to the realm of the Great Knight.

There is no other way for Saravage to be lost. Why do you still consider these small issues?

At this critical moment, William suddenly became happy and shouted quickly, "Stick, return to the bag!"

A huge force suddenly surged out from the wooden stick with a thin sword, and was about to fly back towards the bag around William's waist.

This force came suddenly. Sarav's sword was inserted into it. Before it was pulled out, the force that was back flying was pulled. Half of the sword was suddenly stopped, and William quickly approached.

William's eyes lit up, and he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and stabbed Sarav's heart.

As the crisis came, Sarav's pupils shrank suddenly, and he let go of the thin sword in his hand without hesitation. Without Sarav's strength, the wooden stick immediately flew back to William's bag with the thin sword.

At the same time, Saraph's body twisted ninety degrees to his right hand, trying to avoid William's attack.

However, it's still too late!

Although Salaph avoided the vital points of his heart, his chest was still stabbed in William's sword and came out of his back. A wound several inches long appeared on the front and back of his chest, and blood that could not be stopped kept oozing out.

Saraph couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

William instantly flew up and kicked Saravre in the lower abdomen.

Saravus flew backwards in an instant and fell to the ground. Before the white light of life energy bursting out all over his body was dispersed, and the long sword on his body was also pulled out roughly. Without the long sword, blood spurted out wildly. Soon, the soil under him dyed it into blood mud.

At this time, the battle between the two only took a few seconds.

Although Saraval fell to the ground, as if he had lost his power of resistance, William still did not want to take risks.

He chanted the spell again, "Stick, get out of the bag!"

The stick with a thin sword flew out of the bag, shaking, making William beside him feel distressed.

The wooden stick flew towards Seraph on the ground, came to the top of Seraph's body, and hit the back of Seraph's head.

William was so cautious that the plan of Sarav, who wanted to fight back, failed.

He rolled in place, avoided the wooden stick, kicked the ground with his feet, and then stood up.

The muscles on his chest and back were squirming, and before he knew it, his blood had been stopped.

The terrifying recovery power of the Great Knight level can be seen!

The wooden stick continued tirelessly toward Saraph, flew to his back, and was about to hit him.

Sarav's face turned cold and could not allow the stick to attack him without fighting back.

He turned sideways, swung his left fist, and a howling sound made in the air, and smashed it towards the wooden stick.

This punch is different from a thin sword. If Saravre hits, the wooden stick will definitely be split.

William would definitely not sit still. When his body moved, there were afterimages. The man instantly arrived in front of Saravage, and the sword shone with white light and quickly slashed down.

A strange arc suddenly appeared on the corner of Sarav's mouth - you have fallen into the trap!

It turned out that his move was just a false move, not to attack the wooden stick at all. His clenched fist opened and turned into a palm, drew a semicircle, and directly grabbed William's long sword.

Saravre's other hand suddenly bent his palm into claws and grabbed William's heart.

As for the back, Saravre had given up his defense and allowed the wooden stick to attack.

"Damn it! Cunning stuff!"

William instantly knew Saravre's intention, and lured William to attack, using the strategy of exchanging his life with injuries.

If William cuts down, Seraph's palm will definitely not be protected, but William, who has no defense, will definitely be killed by Seraph's heart!

"But, although you are tricky, you can't escape my magic mirror!" William's eyes showed a sarcastic look. When attacking, the magic mirror had already reminded William and informed Sarav's power.

How could William be fooled? It's just a trick.

He stepped back and then stood next to Saraval.

And Saravre's palm was not facing William's sword tip, but facing William's sword body.

His claws also pounced on the air, just exposed to the tip of William's sword.

Saravre's face suddenly turned white, William's long sword was cut off, and one of his palms was cut off.

"Ah..." Saraph couldn't help but scream.
Chapter completed!