Skeleton King

In the valley of the Warcraft Forest, it is cold, quiet, and dark.

But tonight is very different, as if a magician had set up a magic circle here a few days ago.Tonight, from the edge of the cold pool, the sharp wind sound of long guns passing through the air, and the sound of someone breathing heavily.

Sykes couldn't remember how many moves he had fought against the unknown sword master. It's not that he had never fought against the holy rank. He was trained by his father himself since he was a child.This is his father's promise to his mother, just like the letter his mother sent to Magic Island before she died, hoping that he can take care of his half-brother, the child she doesn't like but owes something to.

Sykes still remembers the moment of grief, regret and despair when his father learned of his mother's death after he came back from there.In the face of such surging emotions, all the resentment and self-pity he had when he was young became insignificant.

It was also from then on that Sykes began to fear such a hot love. He grew up with his mother until he was five years old, and saw her beauty in front of others and her loneliness behind others.But my mother likes him very much, because he looks so much like a silver sword master, and has such outstanding swordsman talent.

But true love is hard to have a happy ending.When Sykes was young, he thought that the Silver Juggernaut was a heartless person. It was not until later, when he left the magic island, that he realized that there were so many holy steps on the magic island, and it was not easy.

The Silver Juggernaut reached an agreement with His Majesty Ludwig IV to send him back to the Pansy Empire, which also gave him other possibilities in life.Naturally, he would no longer make an oath to guard a place.

But for many years, Sykes has never played against anyone like this.The armor was still placed on the muddy ground beside the cold pool. He was only wearing unlined clothing. Although his hair and clothes were not as wet as before, they were definitely not comfortable. The skin was still covered with fine gravel. The tiger's mouth on the right hand holding the spear has been split, and he now has to fight against the unknown sword master with his left hand.

Sykes had a spear in his hand, but the unknown sword master was unarmed.

Under the cold moonlight, the spear was entwined with silver fighting spirit, and it suddenly appeared on the right side of the unknown sword master, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, caught off guard, but killed by it.But this seemingly unavoidable blow, the Wuming Sword Master just took a light step to the left and dodged it.

The steps under Sykes' feet are like the moonlight dance performed by the dancers in the palace. It is gorgeous and weird. Every step and every turn is like flowing water. look bright.Sykes seems to have entered a very mysterious state, he can control every bit of his grudge, and show his sword moves with all his strength.

You must know that Sykes would definitely not be able to persist until this time, his long spear arced out and stabbed at the unknown sword master again.His spear, his steps are like death dance steps from the dead world, the tip of his spear draws small circles, the rotation starts, his steps retract, and the rotation ends.

But no matter how fierce Sykes' attack was, he didn't hurt the Unknown Sword Saint at all.On the contrary, if the unknown sword master made a move, Sykes would retreat again and again.

Several times, the old hands of the unknown sword master appeared near Sykes' throat and temple, but Sykes narrowly avoided them.There was no fear in Sykes' heart, but he had an intuition that the nameless sword master was not invincible.

Sykes also believed that it was true that the unknown sword master's time was numbered.He couldn't even wait for the days when people came from the magic island, and it was only a few days before he returned to the dead world.

An old man on the verge of death, no matter how powerful he used to be, is now at a loss.Sykes' mind was calmer than ever. His attack seemed aggressive and his moves were like wind, but in fact his mind was extremely clear.

Sikes looked into the cold pool, and he was looking for something that would help him.

When the palm wind of the unknown sword master hit Sykes again, Sykes began to retreat to the edge of the cold pool consciously.The Unnamed Sword Saint didn't doubt it. In his opinion, it was extremely difficult for Sykes to persist till this point.If it weren't for the extremely stubborn character of the Unnamed Sword Saint, at this time, he would definitely think of other ways to keep Sykes in the Territory of Chaos.

But it was the stubbornness in the nameless sword master's character that allowed him to kill his blood and become a sword master, and because of this, he would kill Sykes even if he lost his life for a few days.

Sikes seemed to be at the end of his strength, his panting became heavier and his lance swung more and more slowly.

Finally, after facing the attack of the Silver Sword Master again, Sykes was unable to avoid it. He was hit by the Unknown Sword Master and fell into the cold pool.

In the clear pool water, the silver-haired young man looked like a tattered doll, he sank straight into the pool, and was about to hit the bottom of the pool.

The nameless sword master stood by the edge of the cold pool, watching this scene expressionlessly.

In the cold pool, Sykes closed his eyes, his hands were naturally hanging on his legs, and he quickly sank to the bottom of the pool by virtue of his inertia.Due to the special attributes of the cold pool, the Juggernaut can only spy with the naked eye, and the water waves cover Sykes' movements.

Sykes moved his hands carefully at the bottom of the pool, and he found a small pit at the bottom of the pool, where the magic crystal was placed before, which is the core of the formation.

Sykes put the magic crystal back into the pit.Sykes is not a magician, but he is now on the edge of the holy rank and can perceive the fluctuation of magic elements.

Sykes tried to adjust the position of the magic crystal several times.

The unknown sword master by the cold pool waited for a while, he felt something was wrong.

The right palm of the Unnamed Sword Master had gray fighting energy condensed, this cold pool could even weaken the Sword Master's fighting energy, the Unnamed Sword Master had to use all his strength.At this moment, the Unnamed Sword Saint felt that something was wrong with the ground under his feet.

Yes……

Magic swamp!

The magic circle at the bottom of the cold pool lit up again. This time, the magic swamp did not spread over a large area, and they were all concentrated at the feet of the unknown sword master.Although the area of ​​the magic swamp has become countless times smaller, its suction has become much stronger and it has become extremely difficult to break free.

But the mere magic swamp cannot trap the nameless sword master.

The nameless sword master filled his body with dou qi, and was about to fly into the air.Suddenly, a silver long spear pierced through the chest of the unknown sword master. The spear came too fast and too fast, even without bleeding.The tip of the gun was still shiny, with silver lights shining.

For the first time, the calm expression of the unknown sword master showed waves, and he looked at Sykes in some astonishment, "I didn't notice it."

The nameless sword master—the assassins of the holy ranks didn't notice anyone approaching him. It's so inconceivable.

"I still underestimated you." Panting slightly, the unknown sword master sat down on the ground, "You have already touched the threshold of the holy steps." Only in this way can Sykes' appearance be explained.

Sikes still held the hand of the spear, as immovable as a rock.No amount of caution can be overstated when facing a holy rank powerhouse.

Sykes replied to the nameless sword master, "I gained some understanding during the battle just now."

The nameless sword master was not wrong in his judgment. Before that, Sykes was still far away from the holy rank.

The nameless sword master lowered his head and looked at the weapon that killed him, "So, I became your whetstone?"

Sikes made no answer.

"Young man, you can smear your whetstone with the blood of the holy rank, even if you are an old man who is dying, you are amazing." The nameless sword master had a premonition that his time was running out, and this time really came. He felt a burst of relief, "That's good, no successful swordsman dies of old age on a hospital bed."

Sykes: "Is there anything else you wish for?"

Without waiting for the nameless sword master to answer, Sykes added: "Except for letting me stay in the Territory of Chaos."

The Unnamed Sword Saint smiled weakly, "Don't look down on it so much. When you have actually been to the Territory of Chaos, you will find that it is much more interesting than you imagined. It is the origin of magicians. It is not the magic island. .”

"If the person who appeared in front of me today was a magician, I think I would be more determined to bring people back to the Territory of Chaos." The nameless sword master didn't understand something, "How did you control the magic swamp?"

The magic circle in this magic swamp was not arranged hastily, but was left behind by a mage who was born in the Territory of Chaos many years ago.Even if they had known that there were two mages in the mission to the Finger Empire, they did not expect that they would be proficient in magic circles.

Sykes: "The scholars in the mission told me."

Nameless Sword Master: "Scholar? Is he a magician?"

Sikes shook his head. "No."

The nameless sword master said decisively: "Impossible.

Determine the direction of the magic circle in the magic swamp, figure out how to break it, and tell you how to use it in reverse.Even mages can't, unless they are magicians who are proficient in magic circles..."

After speaking, the voice of the unknown sword master became softer and softer. With this question, he gradually fell into eternal sleep.

Sykes pulled out the spear and gently closed the eyes of the unknown sword master, "Who said he is an ordinary scholar. He is my younger brother."

There was a seemingly imperceptible pride in Sikes' tone.