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　　"Swish".

　　The Quero Greatsword, emitting a terrifying light, beheaded directly toward old Wilson's head.

　　Although old Wilson was shocked, but he quickly came back to his senses, hands clenched the great sword, a low roar, in an instant, the sword burst out a fierce fire red flame, more and more massive, burning, emitting a searing temperature.

　　"The Sword of Light!"

　　"Flame Chop!"

　　The two men clashed hard, the great swords collided with each other, a stream of flame and white light, intertwined with each other, and emitted a burst of strange sound.

　　"Bang."

　　The flame on old Wilson's greatsword was clearly no match for the white light on Quero's greatsword, but the two took a few steps backwards at the same time, surprisingly sparring.

　　"Level 3 Swordsman of Light!"

　　Old Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly, after the exchange of blows just now, he already knew the other party's details, is a third-level light swordsman, the other party in the use of the elements, obviously more advanced than himself.

　　"What a strong power! A district two level flame swordsman is definitely not this powerful in terms of pure strength!"

　　Quero's heart was also shocked, and his face gradually revealed a grave look, no longer the same as the previous condescension. He could also see that Old Wilson was indeed only a two-level flame swordsman, but was able to fight him on equal terms, which was a credit to the terrifying power that erupted within Old Wilson's sturdy body.

　　"Quiro, you can't handle him alone, right? Haha, or Angus is right, do not take the enemy lightly, those who can survive the 'slaughterhouse' must have their superiority!"

　　Another man with a golden mask, also came in front of old Wilson, slowly drew his great sword, the meaning could not be more obvious.

　　"Another third level light swordsman!"

　　Old Wilson sized up the two men while thinking of countermeasures.

　　"Kill".

　　Quero and Leero, two third-level light swordsmen, united together and attacked old Wilson. In a flash, the place where the three of them were located had been cleared out around a relatively quiet open space, and no one wanted to get close to them. Because once close, will certainly be scattered by the light element or fire element to injury.

　　Although old Wilson was surrounded by two level three light swordsmen, he was still able to hold up, not losing ground in the slightest, and his exceptional talent granted him a near unending source of great power. So even though he was only a second-level flame swordsman, he was comparable to a third-level peak elemental swordsman.

　　The more Quero and Leilo fight, the more ugly their faces, the two of them were confident that they could easily kill Wilson, but the result is that now they can not help Wilson, and even a very difficult fight.

　　"What a monster, how is his body so strong?"

　　The two men were also quite helpless and could only look at Angus who was watching the battle.

　　Angus is the last man wearing a golden mask, he has been watching the old Wilson, see the old Wilson like a giant, wielding a huge longsword, facing two third-level light swordsmen, not the slightest fear.

　　Even in terms of power, both Quero and Leero do not dare to touch hard with old Wilson, otherwise they will be blown away by the almost terrifying power of old Wilson.

　　"It seems that even the Lord Bishop has underestimated Wilson, and there are such powerful characters in this small Blackwater City ..."

　　Angus mutteredin a low voice as he too slowly drew the great sword on his back.

　　"Swish".

　　A dazzling white light, much more powerful than both Quero and Leero, emanated from the great sword.

　　Angus gripped his greatsword with both hands and also quickly walked towards old Wilson, ready to join the fray.

　　"Three third level light swordsmen ... and more than fifty first and second level light swordsmen ... This is definitely not an ordinary thief, but the church's guards!"

　　Merlin is still safe at this time, under the protection of Pula and the many knights in the territory, he can still leisurely observe the situation in the battlefield.

　　Old Wilson's strength, far beyond Merlin's prediction, strong old Wilson, like a god of war descending to earth, just by virtue of pure power, can resist two powerful third-level swordsmen of light, which is very surprising.

　　When Merlin has not yet properly mastered the power of spells, against a "Lorraine", also a three-level elemental swordsman, it seems overstretched, and almost died in the hands of Lorraine.

　　So he could appreciate more deeply the power of those third-level elemental swordsmen.

　　"Young Master Merlin, you go to the castle first, we will defend it to the death!"

　　The Pulla commander has quietly arrived in front of Merlin, drawing his great sword and staring dead on at the group of thieves in front of him.

　　There is already a group of thieves, eye on the castle, directly towards the castle, and the leader is two level two light swordsmen, Pula this is the will to die to come to resist.

　　"Come on, I didn't die on the 'slaughterhouse', so what can you do with a few thieves?"

　　Pulla tone slightly crazy, in his great sword, also emitted a trace of flame, but nowhere near as strong as the old Wilson's, he is only a level one flame swordsman. Facing hundreds of thieves in front of him, and there are two second-level swordsmen of light, with dozens of knights guarding Merlin's side, simply can not resist.

　　"Young Master Merlin, don't worry, Argus will definitely protect you."

　　The closest to Merlin was a young knight of 16 or 17 years old, Argus, who escorted him here.

　　Argus's face is very grave, its young face, there has been a hint of determination, Merlin believes that once there is danger, he will not hesitate to step forward to protect himself.

　　"Argus, you're going to be a great knight!"

　　Merlin's face showed a smile, as if he did not feel the urgency of the situation. Then he even rolled over and jumped off his horse and walked straight toward Pula.

　　"Uncle Prah."

　　"Hmm? Young Master Merlin? Why haven't you returned to the castle, it's dangerous here ..."

　　Pula's words had not finished, Merlin shook his head slightly and said in a calm tone, "Uncle Pula, you gather the remaining knights, retreat to the back and defend the castle, as for these thieves ..."

　　After saying that, Merlin looked calmly at the group of thieves who were speeding towards him.

　　"Swish".

　　Two fist-sized balls of fire, without warning, appeared in front of Merlin's body, floating quietly in the void, emitting a palpitating aura.

　　"As for these thieves ... leave it to me!"

　　Pula was still fuming, with Merlin's voice still echoing in her ears.

　　Merlin stretched out his white hands and gently pointed forward, at once, the two balls of fire floating in front of him, in the blink of an eye, whistled and flew towards the thieves speeding ahead.