Chapter 39: Hands-on (on)

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"唰".
There was a terrible light on the sword of Queiro, and it was chopped down directly at the old Wilson's head.
Although old Wilson was shocked, he quickly turned around, clenched the big sword with both hands, and yelled, and at once, the fiery flame of the sword gave out a fiery red flame, which became larger and larger, The blazing flames radiated hot temperatures.
"Sword of Light!"
"Flame cut!"
The two slammed each other, the big swords collided with each other, and a blaze of flame and white light intertwined with each other, and bursts of strange noises were made.
"boom".
The flame on the old Wilson's sword was obviously inferior to the white light on the Quiro sword, but the two took a few steps back at the same time, and they even competed.
"Three bright swordsmen!"
Old Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly. After the fight just now, he already knew the details of the opponent. He was a third-level bright swordsman. The opponent was obviously smarter than himself in the use of elements.
"What a powerful power! The two-level Flame Swordsmen are definitely not so powerful in pure power!"
Quiro was also shocked in his heart, and his face was gradually showing a dignified color, no longer the proud one. He can also see that Old Wilson is indeed just a two-level flame swordsman, but he can compete with him. Among them, the horrible power that erupted in Old Wilson's burly body is of great help. .
"Queiro, you can't deal with him alone? Haha, still Angus is right, don't underestimate the enemy, the people who can survive the 'slaughterhouse' must be superior!"
Another man with a golden mask also came to the old Wilson, and slowly pulled out the big sword, the meaning was already obvious.
"Another third-level bright swordsman!"
Old Wilson carefully looked at the two while thinking about countermeasures.
"kill".
Quiro and Raeluo, two third-level bright swordsmen, united and attacked Old Wilson. Within a short time, the place where the three of them were located had been cleared from a relatively quiet vacant lot without anyone. Want to be near them. Because once approached, it will be hurt by scattered light elements or fire elements.
Although old Wilson was under the siege of two third-level bright swordsmen, he was still able to support it, and he did not fall in the slightest. His talents gave him almost endless power. So even if he is only a second-level flame swordsman, he can be comparable to the third-level peak swordsman.
The more Queiro and Rai Luo fight, the more ugly their faces are. The two of them used to be confident and thought that it would be easy to kill Wilson. As a result, Wilson couldn't help it, and even struggled hard. .
"It's a monster. Why is his body so strong?"
The two were helpless, and could only look at Angus, who was watching the battle.
Angus was the last man wearing a golden mask. He had been watching Old Wilson, seeing Old Wilson like a giant, waving a huge sword, facing two third-level lights. The swordsman was not afraid at all.
Even in terms of strength, no matter whether it is Quiro or Rai Lo, dare not bump into Old Wilson, otherwise he will be blasted by Old Wilson's near-horror power.
"It seems that even the Archbishop has underestimated Wilson. There are such powerful figures in this little black water city ..."
Angus murmured, and he slowly pulled out the big sword on his back.
"唰".
A ball of dazzling white light, much stronger than Queiro and Relo, emanated from the sword.
Angus gripped the big sword with both hands, and quickly walked towards Old Wilson, ready to join the war team.
"Three third-level bright swordsmen ... and more than fifty first- and second-level bright swordsmen ... this is definitely not an ordinary thief, but a church guard!"
Merlin is still safe at this time. Under the protection of Pula and the many knights in the territory, he can leisurely observe the situation on the battlefield.
The strength of Old Wilson is far beyond Merlin's estimates. The powerful Old Wilson, like the God of War, can rely on pure power to compete with two powerful third-level bright swordsmen. This is very surprising.
When Merlin had not yet mastered the power of spells well, she was struggling to deal with a "Lorraine" and a third-level elemental swordsman, and almost died in Lorraine's hands.
So he can understand more deeply that those three-level elemental swordsmen are powerful.
"Master Meilin, go to the castle first, we will swear to defend the castle!"
Leader Pula has quietly arrived in front of Merlin, pulled out his big sword, and stared at the team of thieves in front.
There was already a team of thieves who stared at the castle and rushed towards the castle, led by two second-level bright swordsmen. Pula came to resist with a mortal heart.
"Come on, I'm not dead at the 'slaughterhouse', just how many thieves do you have?"
Pula's tone was slightly insane, and there was a slight flame on his sword, but it was not as strong as the old Wilson, he was only a first-level flame swordsman. In the face of hundreds of thieves in front, and two second-level bright swordsmen, with the dozens of knights guarding Meilin, they couldn't resist.
"Master Merlin, don't worry, Yaggs will definitely protect you."
The closest to Merlin was a young knight, sixteen or seventeen, who escorted him.
Yags's face was very dignified, and there was already a trace of indecision on his young face. Merlin believed that once there was danger, he would step forward without hesitation and protect himself.
"Yages, you will be a great knight!"
There was a smile on Merlin's face, as if she didn't feel the urgency of the situation. Then he turned over and jumped off the horse, and went straight towards Pula.
"Uncle Pula."
"Huh? Master Merlin? Why haven't you returned to the castle? It's dangerous here ..."
Before Pula's words were finished, Merlin shook her head slightly and said calmly: "Uncle Pula, you gather up the remaining knights and step back to defend the castle. As for these thieves ..."
Besides, Merlin stared calmly at a group of thieves who were galloping.
"唰".
Two fist-sized fireballs appeared in front of Meilin without warning, floating quietly in the void, exhaling a heartbreaking breath.
"As for these thieves ... just leave them to me!"
Pula was still cyanotic, and Merlin's voice echoed in her ears.
Merlin stretched out her white hands and gently pointed forward. Suddenly, the two fireballs floating in front of him screamed in a blink and flew towards the thieves rushing forward.