Chapter 301: I am the peak of the sword!

Mozalen Bridge, South, Wilderness.
Morrovogan has been here for more than half a month. Every day, the shadow demons tried to sneak into the fortress of the bridge, but each time ended in failure.
There are too many people on the bridge, as well as a large number of priests. These servants of the Lord of Radiance are extremely sensitive to the aura of darkness, and as long as they get closer, they can arouse the other's vigilance.
After several consecutive days of sneaking, the other party had clearly noticed it, and began to draw sacred runes around the bridge fortress and sprayed holy water, so every day, the difficulty of the Shadow Demon sneaking increased by one point.
Morovogan stood on a barren hill, looking out at the bridge in front of him, with his hand on the hilt of his waist, he was motionless, letting the harsh mountain breeze make his clothes sparse and dry. The hair was shaking constantly.
At this moment, no one knew what the Undead Sword Saint was thinking.
After a long time, a cloud of black mist appeared around the Juggernaut, the mist quickly became solid, and a small demon with black skin and a dwarf figure appeared.
"How is the situation?" Morrovogan asked lightly.
The demon shook his head: "Not much progress. Tyrion sneaked in, but was discovered by the guards in the fort within three minutes. I saw his body thrown into the river with my own eyes. It was terrible! "
"It has been a month since we set out, and there is still no progress. This is no good." Morrovogan retracted his gaze, looked at the Shadow Demon, his voice was still faint, without a trace of emotion.
"We can't help it. For so long, the guy has been shrinking in the castle and can't come out. The castle is heavily guarded, and it's useless to poison. We are just Shadow Demon, not the Great Demon King, what can we do?" Spreading out his hands and explaining for himself.
The strength of the shadow demons is medium among the demons. Their greatest ability is atomization, turning their whole body into a faint black smoke. Can pass through the gap silently, which makes them the first assassin race of demons.
But the pastor of the other party with the Lord of Radiance happened to be one of their few nemesis. These priests kept dripping defensively, and the entire bridge was full of sacred runes, and there was really no way to break through.
"I see." Moro Vaughan nodded, and jumped down from a standing rock: "This earl is extremely powerful and careful. You are indeed not opponents. Conspiracy and tricks are no longer useful to him, only frontal attacks. killed."
Hearing this, the Shadow Demon jumped and followed behind Morovaggan, screaming: "Hey, Morovaggan. Are you crazy or something, you want to kill it head-on. He is the commander of the Silver Crusade. , There are countless elite fighters under him, who will fight you alone, are you stupid?"
Morrovogan speeds up his steps down the mountain: "He will."
"Don't go to die. If you die, the mission will fail. Your Majesty will still put the idiot's crown on your head, hehehe~"
He said nothing. A sword has penetrated his heart, the sword flashed in the moonlight, and his power exploded. The shadow demon's body was directly exploded into blood clots, and the black blood drenched on the ground, chuckled, and the grass that was dripped withered immediately.
‘He’, Morrovogan retracted his sword, his expression on his face remained faint, as if nothing had happened.
He continued to walk towards the bridge fortress.
Another Shadow Demon appeared beside him. He screamed as soon as he appeared: "Ah, you actually killed Tyrian. Why!"
"Because you guys are too noisy." Morrovogan made another sword and killed the screaming little thing: "And I want to be quiet for a while."
On the road afterwards. There were a total of five Shadow Fiends, a team of assassination squad, three of them were killed by him, and the remaining one depends on the situation, and did not dare to entangle him anymore, quietly ran back to the fortress of Davik, preparing to give a small report to Buckley.
Morovaggan didn’t chase him either. He didn’t care. If this action succeeds, Buckley will not punish him for this. If he fails, hehe, his broken life will come to an end. Who cares behind him What happened.
He strode forward until he reached the front of the bridge.
The guard at the bridgehead paused the iron gun in his hand and said coldly: "Stop, old man, take off your cloak."
He didn't feel right looking at the guy.
Morovogan did so, stretched out his dry hand, and slowly pulled the cloak down his head, revealing a sparse, dry hair. Then he raised his head, his eyes flowed with condensed black light, and black gas at the end of his eyes continued to overflow. .
"Undead!" The guard roared, and the iron spear in his hand was about to stab.
Morovogan lifted his foot, kicked the guard flying, and stretched out his hand to break the iron spear stabbed by another guard with his bare hands. He didn't want the lives of these two people, these were just two insignificant small characters.
"I'm Morovogan, go, call your marshal out, I have something to tell him!" He stood at the bridge head and did not move on.
Upon hearing the name, the two guards immediately got up and rushed to the fortress on the bridge with all their strength, running all the way, shouting all the way: "The madman is here! The madman is here!"
The madman, the new nickname given to Morovogan by the Human Race, heard Morovogan, his face twitched. Once upon a time, how glorious he was, the Sword Saint of the Moon, the most powerful man in the mainland, but now he has become such a human being, a ghost and a ghost, even he himself hates himself.
After a while, there were some riots in the fortress, but the riots only lasted less than two minutes and then stopped. Then there was the sound of horseshoes from the bridge floor, and a young man wearing a dark blue delicate samurai leather robe appeared in the fort The huge iron doorway.
Behind him, followed by many elite fighters, each of them very young, each of them full of vigor and vitality, the vigorous vitality, dazzling like the sun, pierced Moro Vagan involuntarily squinted.
However, the others couldn't catch Morrovogan's eyes, he kept staring at the young man in front.
Dark blue leather robe, no battle armor; a one-handed sword hanging from his waist, no shield; his hair is very short, his beard is just a little bit, his eyes are slightly squinted, and there is crystal clear flow in it. The brilliance is very clear, but it is also inexplicably deep. Just like the sea.
He knew that this was Count Maple Leaf, who had defeated his young powerhouse twice in a row.
But in those two times, the opponent more or less had external assistance, occupying a powerful situation.
Not this time.
When he was more than fifty meters away. The young man raised his hand a little, everyone stopped, and then he said, "Morrovogan, tell me what you are here."
Morrovogan took a deep breath, only to realize that he didn't need to breathe anymore: "A battle, only the two of us."
"Why do you think I will agree?" the young man asked.
"If you don't agree. I will cross the Heishui River and go to the north to assassinate your confidantes one by one until you agree." Moro Wogan said.
With his strength, no one can stop him in a guerrilla war. Like now. He dared to stand at the top of the bridge and face the human army behind the Mozalen Bridge alone, because he was confident that he would escape before the opponent attacked him, even the Maple Leaf Earl could not stop him.
As soon as Morovogan said this, Iona behind Luolin said: "Luolin, don't promise him."
This battle is too dangerous, if he is killed accidentally, she will have to follow it.
Lang Ergo, who is already the captain of the knights, also said: "Marshal. There are countless elites in the fortress. As long as you give your order, we will do our best. Kill this man!"
Bishop Conworth also said softly: "This is not impossible. I will use the Holy Light to weaken his power."
The snake demon Narosa is also there, and the soul servant contract has been cancelled. She is now free, but although she is free, she voluntarily issued the silver covenant. Still joined the Silver Crusade.
In her words: "My old lady can do nothing except fight with people. I don't want to go back to a ghost place like the dark plane, but stay here happy."
Two years. She has long been used to living here, delicious food, exquisite clothes, comfortable accommodation and the respect of the human race, and there is no need to worry about unexpected betrayal, she enjoys this feeling.
She also whispered softly: "This old guy is alone, and if we swarmed on, he will definitely die. Don't worry, he can't escape."
No matter how fast it is, can her arrow be faster?
Luo Lin listened to these words quietly, and he also saw the disdainful smile on the face of Morrovogen who was opposite.
Indeed, reaching the level of Morrovogan, as long as he does not actively think about it, it is basically impossible to be besieged by low-level fighters. He wanted to escape, and they really couldn't stop him.
Not a legendary powerhouse, unable to truly appreciate the power of a legend. Among all the people present, Luo Lin understood Morrovogan's mind best.
He raised his hand to stop everyone's words, and said, "Where is the battlefield?"
If it were in the Clear Water City a month ago, he would not agree, because it was equivalent to looking for death, but now, he has been promoted to legend, and the surging power is flowing in his body, like this black water river, unfathomable .
In this life, his power is more perfect than in the previous life, and his control of power is several times that of the previous life.
In the game of the previous life, his legendary realm was just a quasi-sage power, but in this life, he is a real martial sage!
Now the third real martial sage on the mainland, not the quasi-sage who forcibly entered the legendary realm by means of alchemy or medicine.
Seeing that Luo Lin actually agreed, the people behind him still wanted to persuade him, but Luo Lin raised his hand to stop: "Needless to say. We are the Silver Crusade and follow the Silver Covenant. Our common goal is to defeat the Dark Legion. My goal is to defeat this fallen undead sword master and erase the greatest shame of this human race!"
"Shame?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Morrovogan's face. He slowly pulled out his sword and pointed at the endless Heishui River on the side of the bridge: "The battlefield is on Heishui River, do you dare?"
"I agree." Luo Lin nodded.
Using the surface of the water as the venue for the duel, the examination of the school is the subtle control of power. Now the warriors on the mainland can stand on the surface of the water without using magic. There are only three people, and Luo Lin is the third.
Morovaggan laughed loudly, jumped up suddenly, soared into the river, and stepped continuously on the surface of the river. With each step, there was no spray on the surface of the water under his feet, only a circle of circular ripples slowly spread, and there was A clear'gudong' sound came out.
From the appearance, it seemed that what he stepped on was not water, but something like sticky jelly. There was absolutely no magical aura leaking in the middle, only relying on the subtle control of body power.
With this kind of superb skill, everyone on the bridge was Morrovogan's opponent, and his mouth was shocked, but he couldn't speak.
Morrovogan ran to the middle of the river, and then stood still on the surface of the water, which had just flooded the soles of his feet.
The soldiers on the bridge and the refugees passing by found him~EbookFREE.me~Everyone was shocked by Morrovogan's hand, and for a while, they forgot their responsibilities and situation and turned their eyes to the river. .
"It's a madman!"
"The marshal is going to fight him!"
"On the water, how do you fight this?"
These news quickly spread throughout the bridge. On the bridge and along the river bank, nearly 100,000 people paid attention to the duel.
"I am the peak of the sword climbing!" Morrovogan roared, the sword in his hand cried, and a penetrating sword screamed.
Although his body is small, but the surging death magic power spreads like a sea.
Heart palpitations occurred in every warrior present, including the frost dragon Iona.
"This old man is crazy." She shrank her neck and muttered quietly, as if she was afraid of being heard by the other party. (To be continued)
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