Looking down at the murderer covered in gray robe, the young man in Yingting cautiously pulled out his weapons and protected him in his chest, saying with great majesty: "A strange traveler, Wild Deer Town is not a barbaric world where the strong prey on the weak, but a land ruled by Viscount Avannah who believed in the "Lady of Red Iron".

Under the dual protection of the divine power and secular laws, anyone who offends his order will be severely punished.

, with the title of 'Knight', now you are arrested with the authority granted by Lord Avannah."

"Add me," Zhang Lisheng raised his head and looked back at the town law enforcement officer sitting upright on the tall riding beast. He explained without panic and expressionlessly: "Knight Akentin, I did punish a thug in the town behind me, but the reason was that he first attacked and locked my collarbone."

Looking down at the bright eyes of the man in gray robe, Akentin felt a little panic inexplicably. But when he heard the description of the villagers who reported the incident, he was concerned about the strength of the gangsters, so he specially asked a team of temple warriors to help. He immediately calmed down and shouted loudly: "Traveler, it is my right to judge whether you are guilty or not.

After surrendering, I will summon the townspeople to ask the whole story and give you a fair judgment."

"Sorry, as a warrior, I will never hand over my safety to a group of foolish people." Zhang Lisheng shook his head in a plain tone, lowered his head, bypassed Akkendin, and continued to move forward.

Akentin, who was seen as nothing, was stunned at first, then furious. He roared in his mouth, "Bold!" and directly swayed his sword to the back of the man in gray robe.

As a noble knight who once lived and died for the lord, established amazing martial arts merits, received a fertile manor as a reward, and was appointed as a law enforcement officer, even if a traveler was executed for no reason, he would only need to pay a symbolic fine of several gold coins. Moreover, the man in the gray robe is still suspected of hurting people and is unwilling to be tried. He naturally took action without restraint.

Unfortunately, the sword that was imagined was slightly hindered, and that was to penetrate the enemy's chest. The scene of blood spilling over and spraying did not appear. The man in gray robe seemed to have eyes on hissing on his back. He waved his hands casually. His fingers cleverly pinched the tip of the sword that made a "hiss..." sound. Then he sang his fingers violently.

In an instant, the soft thin sword body bent into a semicircle ten times faster than the front stab, breaking free from the bondage of Akentin's palm with frosted black iron gloves and stabbed into his throat.

The cold hilt of the thin sword that penetrated his neck tightly against the throat of the town's law enforcement officer, making him feel extremely cold.

Unbelieving that he was about to die, Akkentin made a powerful sound of "uh uh uh uh..." from his mouth, blood poured out of his mouth, and soon lost his life and fell down to the beast.

It was not until the "plop" sound of his body falling to the ground that followed, and the religious warriors wearing exquisite hollow metal armor and wearing oval divine patterns evolved from the map of the Red Iron Country on their chests that they realized that the law enforcement officer in the town had been killed right in front of them.

They looked at each other in horror. A dark-skinned wrinkles appeared on their foreheads. They looked more like a middle-aged man who was more like a poor farmer than the samurai leader of the temple, shook the reins and drove away the mounts. Soon they surrounded the gray-robed man who had been struggling slowly and calmly after killing.

"Your Excellency, no matter how powerful you have, it is not a smart thing to kill a noble law enforcement officer so rashly," the dark middle-aged man looked even more sad, and said hoarsely: "Even if you don't take a noble viscount seriously, you must know that this land is one of the front lines of the 'Faron World' to fight against the invasion of civilizations in another world.

It seems calm, but in fact, there are at least five professional legions of 100,000 people and thousands of gods and priests, even god admirers, god benefactors, and sons of gods…”

“Dear religious warriors, are the knights and clergy who have left their homes to defend against the 'demons from another world', who have left their homes, and clergymen, who have been snatched from their arms for an attempt to blackmail the foreigner;

Or are you planning to attack and kill someone but die under your own sword, an unfamous knight, and you will encircle me in large numbers?" The man in gray robe interrupted the words of the religious samurai leader in a calm tone.

The dark middle-aged man was stunned, knowing that no matter how hard he was, he would be useless. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the scimitar at his waist, pointing at the man in gray robe, saying: "Of course, those adults who are responsible will not encircle you for such trivial matters, but as the head of the religious warrior who serves the patron saint of Wild Deer Town and Ms. Red Iron, I must make you pay the price for rashly hurting people and killing the territorial law enforcement officer."

As the leader drew out his weapons, the other religious warriors also drew out their own swords with constant rumbling sounds, pulling the reins of the war cavalry slowly retreating, seemingly relaxing the surround, but in fact, they are looking for opportunities to use the impact of the mount to reduce the force gap with the enemy, and intend to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

"I admire the 'Red Iron Lady' very much and do not want to be enemies with the samurai who serve her, but if you attack me," Zhang Lisheng looked at the religious samurai listed the battle formations for hunting as he wished, and said, "I can only fight back.

Remember, if you attack my body, I will smash and tear his body;

The one who cuts my head, I will twist his head off." His tone was not fierce, but it was a trembling and inexplicable terrifying aura that made the surrounding beasts retreating around him roar for no reason, "Oh oh..."

"Arrogant!" Feeling that the momentum that the enemy unconsciously emitted had shaken his young subordinates' minds, the religious samurai leader shouted, "For the glory of the goddess, attack.

Cross charge!", first driving the beast under his crotch to speed up and rushed towards the gray-robed man.

Seeing the leader start charging, other religious warriors also calculated the rhythm one by one, and rushed towards the enemy in turn as they were trained thousands of times.

As the name suggests, the so-called "cross charge" is a number of cavalrymen who attack the enemy from different directions. This tactic sounds very simple, but it is very difficult to implement. Once the cooperation is made mistakes, the cavalry will collide with each other without the enemy's actions and seek death.

But once you are successful in training, five or six cavalrymen cooperate with each other, they can maintain an uninterrupted and powerful attack rhythm with the speed and impact of the beast, making the enemy overwhelmed. It is one of the killer moves for well-trained warriors to defeat the strong with the weak.

Twenty or thirty steps were fleeting under the gallop of the "mountain hoof beast". Staring at the rushing wind coming towards him, the dark middle-aged man stared at the neck of the man in gray robe without blinking, while slightly adjusting the angle of the sword in his hand;

While praying silently to the patron saint of the Red Iron Country that he believed in, everything went well.

Facing an opponent who can kill a noble knight at will, he did not expect to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. He only hoped that the first round of the battle formation would not be blocked, and then he could defeat the enemy with uninterrupted attacks.

Unfortunately, things did not develop as smoothly as the religious samurai leader prayed. Just when he felt that he was about to cut off the enemy's head, he saw the man in gray robe suddenly jumping up with agility that ordinary people could not imagine, and kicked him sideways in the ear.

Then a "puff" sound like a half-baked red melon breaking sounded in the dark middle-aged man's ears. He felt that his mouth was sweet and his eyes were dark and he would lose consciousness forever.

After kicking the head of the religious samurai leader without any effort, Zhang Lisheng pretended to lightly click on the back of the mountain hoof beast that had lost his master, and acted as a leverage. He turned around and kicked the man behind him with a sharp knife at the back, but the slammed the ribs of the warrior who swung the air.

After instantly interlaced, two dead bodies fell down to the beast. Although the speed was so fast that ordinary people could not react, the other religious warriors instinctively felt trembling all over their bodies, and no one dared to attack them again.

Letting the pale-faced cavalry pass by harmlessly, Zhang Lisheng said in a plain voice, "Dear, the goddess warriors, your choice is much smarter than your companions." Then he walked forward slowly again.

Looking at his gradually distant figure, the religious warriors who gradually calmed down from their horror felt ashamed to death, but the tragic bodies of companions who died on the mud made them unable to avenge their shame.

Finally, the oldest one of the remaining warriors plucked Yu Yong and shouted: "Warrior, if you are so conceited with your own strength, would you dare to let us see you and leave your name?"

"These idiots finally got the point. They didn't seem stupid yet..." After hearing this question from afar, Zhang Lisheng felt relaxed, murmured and turned around, wiped off his cloth cap, exposed his facial features, and shouted loudly: "I was born at dawn when the sun was rising, so I named Lisheng.

As a warrior from the Red Leaf Island who traveled thousands of miles to hone his martial arts skills, I never feared any challenges.” Then I smiled coldly, turned around and walked forward again, and soon followed the road and disappeared.

"What a crazy sage, crazy sage, damn..." The religious warrior who asked the question watched the enemy leave calmly, gritted his teeth and cursed a few words with his face twisted, looked at his companions around him, and suddenly drew his sword and slashed his chest with his backhand, and said coldly: "My colleagues, the enemy is powerful.

After killing the Warrior Norton, the Warrior Gaytonite, he broke through our siege. His strength was not enough for us. It seemed that he could only ask for help from the temple of "Thorn Flower City".

"Before that, we must report the news that the Wild Deer Town law enforcement officer is dead to Lord Avannah first." When he finished speaking, the others were still looking at each other and wondering how to make a sound, a young warrior with slender eyes and thin eyes was the first to react, pierced his shoulder with a knife, looked at the ground with wide eyes, and died with his eyes open, Akendin said in a deep voice. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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