Elven History Song

Ling Aohan didn't know if there was anything like law here, but he was not afraid that he would be punished for killing these people. Ling Aohan has seen through the true nature of these so-called knights. Killing them will only gain the trust of the local people, and public opinion will protect him from being held accountable.

In fact, there is a similar law here, and it clearly stipulates that murderers shall be punished with death.

Jia'er was still immersed in shock and didn't know what to do. People around her also looked at each other. After all, they couldn't justify killing someone in front of everyone, but they didn't think Ling Aohan's actions were wrong.

"Run!"

In the distance, a man's voice broke the dull atmosphere around him. He ran all the way here, constantly shouting at Ling Aohan to run. Jia'er, who came back to her senses, immediately ran to Ling Aohan and pulled up his sleeves, trying to take him away from here as soon as possible. The people around him gathered in the direction of the person who had just rushed in, forming a wall to block the people who were coming in the distance. .

"No, please step back."

Ling Aohan stopped their thoughts of covering his escape. He picked up Jia'er, who was standing barefoot on the ground, with one hand and walked slowly towards the man on horseback in the distance through the incomplete human wall. A white horse, a white cloak, an elegant knight's long coat with a white base and black decoration, and eye-catching short fiery red hair.

"The boss, that's the 'Sword Master' Carl De Ussilia!"

"Your goal?"

"Yes!" Jia'er nodded without thinking, but then realized that this was not the time to talk about this, "Master, now is not the time to discuss this, he seems to be here for you!"

"It just so happens that I know the legendary Sword Master."

Seeing that Ling Aohan had made up his mind, and that the strength he had just revealed was no less than that of the sword master, Jia'er stopped insisting. She wanted to get out of Ling Aohan's arms, but Ling Aohan did not let go of his left hand holding her.

"Master, let me go down, so you can concentrate on fighting."

"It's okay, it just lets you see his moves up close so you can learn from them later."

"But……"

"It's okay, I have my own sense of discretion."

Kallema was in front of Ling Aohan. The two looked at each other, and an imperceptible expression seemed to flash across Karl's face.

"You just killed someone here, didn't you?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"According to the laws of this country, murderers are punished with death. Can you please come with me?"

"What if I refuse?"

"Then forgive me for being rude, but before that, don't you plan to put that girl down?"

"You have no ability to hurt her in my arms, don't worry."

"Excuse my apologies."

Karl jumped up from his horse, the sword at his waist already unsheathed. Ling Aohan raised his hand, and the angel's ruling was already in his hand.

Karl deliberately chose Ling Aohan's right side to attack because he was afraid of hurting Jiaer, who was hugging Ling Aohan on the left.

The sword blade slashed from mid-air was blocked by Ling Aohan with one hand. Karl deftly performed a backflip to prevent Ling Aohan from catching the flaw.

After landing, Karl used his strength to approach Ling Aohan. Several metal collision sounds were heard, and the two had exchanged blows several times during their brief contact. Karl's slashes can be said to be very precise and the force of each slash is controlled just right. Unfortunately, his opponent is Ling Aohan, whose swordsmanship has long been unparalleled. No matter how precise his slashes were, Karl could not hurt Ling Aohan, and he could not even force him to take a step back.

"Among ordinary people, your swordsmanship is enough to be called a sword master. It's a pity that you met me. You don't deserve to die by my sword, so that's it."

The angel's ruling turned into magic power and disappeared, and Ling Aohan had a black cloak on his body.

"Just use this to continue fighting with you."

"Don't underestimate me!"

The sword blade struck again, slashing diagonally towards Ling Aohan's neck. The loud metal collision made Karl's heart tremble, and the black cloak easily blocked Karl's sword blade with just one wave.

At first Jiaer was still scared, but now Jiaer was completely relieved and followed Ling Aohan's advice to watch the battle between the two seriously.

Karl has realized that what Ling Aohan said is true. Even if he doesn't avoid Jiaer deliberately, he can't hurt her.

So far, Carl has launched several rounds of attacks on Ling Aohan, but each time he was easily blocked by Ling Aohan. Until now, Ling Aohan still stood there without moving.

"Jia'er, I will teach you swordsmanship when the family is established. This guy's swordsmanship may seem good in your eyes, but it is still too weak in my eyes."

"Okay, boss."

"Now that the decision has been made, there is no point for this person to stay."

A huge impact came from Karl's abdomen. Ling Aohan suddenly appeared in front of him after chatting with Jiaer, and hit Karl's abdomen hard with his right fist.

The overwhelming feeling in his stomach caused Karl to temporarily lose the ability to think. His lungs were forced to expel all the air due to spasm. The pain spread from his abdomen to every part of his body, and even his fingertips were trembling.

The black cloak turned into a deadly blade and struck Karl's neck mercilessly. At the moment when they were about to make contact, Ling Aohan withdrew his cloak and used it to protect Jiaer. In the distance, huge energy condensed instantly, and the ice-blue shock wave struck with devastating force, and it was close at hand in an instant.

The soul fire ignited and then went out, and the huge energy of the shock wave was swallowed up instantly. Ling Aohan and Jiaer stood there, unscathed.

"Stop it, villain."