Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 725 Dragon Flame Killing

What Rowell O'Brien held in his hand was a halberd, but the clouds of fire that billowed from it as it was swung made it look like a great banner.Just being waved so casually by the veteran, half of the sky turned into scorching red.

The little flames fell from mid-air and landed on the dry grass, immediately melting the snow with muddy footprints on it, the grass roots were instantly burned to ashes, and even the soil was visibly turned into scorched black. .

The young Marquis had already retreated immediately before the halberd was shot, and the wind supported his body, allowing him to evade the veteran's sudden killing move; Yan Ruruo's home field is full of wind elements, but the wind that he can control at this time has been reduced by nearly half.

There are burning fires everywhere, and bursting fire elements everywhere!
The magic power of this veteran is a bit too abundant, right?
He was slandering, but he didn't panic much—if purely in terms of magic power, he thought that his perverted body would not be inferior to anyone else.

After all, true talent cannot be caught up by accumulating over time.

He steadily backed away while hiding, the veteran's body was wrapped in flames, and his eyes were burning with fire.The veteran's pace was astonishingly fast, every step was a big stride, and the halberd was closely following Cyril's rapidly retreating body, without the slightest tendency to be thrown away.

"The genius of La Rochelle, the youngest Marquis, who was still talking nonsense just now, how could he only run away when fighting?"

Rowell O'Brien's voice suddenly exploded, and each of his words turned into a dragon's head of fire, which spewed flames towards Cyril.This sudden attack caught Cyril off guard. He immediately sped up without any further reservations. He suddenly fell backwards and bounced into the woodland.

But Lowell O'Brien seemed to have expected that he would dodge in this way. He laughed loudly and raised the halberd in his hand. The red half of the sky sank slightly following his movement, and then the whole world The red clouds in the sky smashed towards the woodland where Cyril escaped into!

As soon as the flame touched the dry forest in winter, it immediately turned into a raging fire, connecting together and spreading at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire forest land was engulfed in the fire!
The flame spread far faster than Cyril expected. He tried to mobilize the magic power, but found that the wind element around him was expelled completely in this short period of time, leaving only the scorching and rapid flame. Try to strangle him on the spot!
"Broken Finger" Rowell Oberian's marching style is "aggressive like fire", and so is his personal fighting style!

Aggression is like fire, which is also the "spiritual core" that makes it extraordinary!
Occupy everything with the fastest flames, use fire as a cage, imprison the enemy in the cage, and roast them to death!

Rowell Oberian looked at the woodland that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, and finally showed an indifferent smile on his face.

Even if they are at the Transcendent level, once they fall into the rhythm of his attack, if they are like this young marquis and think that they can drag him through the attack by dodging, they are doomed to be cornered by him.

And when he wants to counterattack again, because there are no elements around him for him to mobilize, and after being drained of the magic power of the element pool itself, he will completely lose his resistance!
He admitted that this young man is indeed unique. At least looking at the history of Ossa Emma, ​​he couldn't find anyone who was less than [-] years old and could become an "extraordinary" person—even a "professional" There are only a few people.

He also really has a heart for it.No country would reject such promising young people.

But when the young marquis uttered such lies, the end was sealed!

Anyone who tried to provoke the imperial cavalry would die under the heel of the imperial cavalry. The repeated defeats of the Austrian St. Emma's army had stretched his patience to the limit, and he couldn't wait to cut off the head of the enemy general.

Seeing the flames in front of him burning hotter and hotter, the figure of the young marquis was no longer visible. Rowell Oberian held the halberd in one hand, and clenched his fist with the other hand.

In an instant, the remaining active flames seemed to have been summoned. Following his grasp, they soared into the sky, intersected and condensed in the air, and finally turned into a huge dragon head, bowing down and aiming at the young marquis below. Located in the heart of The Woodlands!

"Longyan Kill!"

Amidst his angry voice, a highly condensed flame beam that was almost translucent white bombarded downwards from the dragon's mouth.

The air was burning due to the riot of the fire element, Rowell O'Brien retreated quickly, squinting to watch the beam of light that was as thick as several people fall down.

The bright light replaced daylight and occupied all his sight. Even the people of La Rochelle, who were far away on the city wall of St. Hytel, who were happy to see the catapult destroyed and re-established defenses on the city wall, noticed it. Dao dazzling white light.

During the period when the beam of light fell, this area fell into a long-lasting silence, and even the sound of the flames jumping and scorching was swallowed by the silence of the blind sound.

Until this beam of light really touches the ground.

"boom------"

In the sound waves of the explosion, the sand and broken wood were blown out, but these remnants under the fire had just left the ground before they were slightly ashesed by the violent flames.

The rogues who had fled to extreme distances were unable to maintain their concealed figures in this wave of magic power, and were thrown out of concealment one by one.They looked back in horror at the beam of light that seemed to be punished by the gods, and they no longer knew what expressions to use to face it.

"Then... that should have been caused by the extraordinary attack of the people of Ao San Emma, ​​right?"

A wanderer twitched his face and whispered his guess, but was immediately punched and kicked by his neighbors, knocking him to the ground.

But no one refuted his remarks, and no one dared to follow his remarks and continue to speculate.

Because the target of the Ultra Saint Emma's attack could only be their young Marquis.

This beam of light itself was condensed from a high concentration of fire elements, and it continuously burned the ground as it bombarded downwards.Under such flames, everything was gone, even the sand and soil were broken down into the most basic elements.

When the beam of light dissipated, the original woodland floor had been sunken nearly 30 meters deep.This beam of light is impressively on the coastal plain outside St. Hytel, and a basin has been dug out of thin air!
Rowell Oberian, holding a halberd, walked slowly towards the edge of the basin, looking down.

He frowned, but it wasn't because he was worried about whether his attack would work, but because the young Marquis was so vulnerable that he couldn't give any decent counterattack until the end.

He was expecting a hearty battle between Transcendents, but Cyril Adrian's performance made him extremely disappointed.

He looked down, swept his eyes, and found that the basin was empty, and he could not see any traces of the young Marquis.

The veteran spoke coldly, with a sense of tranquility in his voice: "This is the inevitable end of the pompous."

He turned around and saw scouts riding towards the woodland.When the two scouts saw Rowell O'Brien from a distance, their faces were overjoyed, and they quickly slowed down. When they got close, they got off their horses and ran, kneeling down in front of Rowell O'Brien.

"General, you..."

"Pass down the order." Rowell Oberian folded one hand on his chest, staring straight at the Austrian St. Emma dragon flag fluttering in the distance.

"La Rochelle, Marquis of Amasir, and Cyril Adrian, have died in battle."

"You, you killed their marquis?" Although the orderly had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help showing surprise when he heard this from his marshal.

Both of them raised their heads and looked at Rowell Oberian with incredulous eyes.Feeling the admiring gaze, the veteran didn't look sideways, but said indifferently: "If you know, report it as soon as possible, and notify the frontline troops, so that St. Hytel and those troops in La Rochelle can hear it. Their Marquis is dead!"

He was resolute, and he was impatient to stand on the wall of St. Heitel.

But he immediately discovered that the voices of the two messengers did not come.

"Ok?"

The veteran finally looked down and landed on the two orderlies. When he saw the state of the two orderlies, his pupils instantly shrank into a dot——

The two messengers who were kneeling in front of him just now, looking up at him with admiration, were all lying on the ground at this moment.There were two deep scratches on the front of their necks, which were fatal injuries. Obviously, the assailant didn't give them any chance to react, and they were killed with one blow!
But the problem is - these two messengers died in front of him, but he didn't perceive any sign of attack!
How can this be?

As if thinking of something, the veteran turned around suddenly and looked towards the woodland that had turned into a basin.

at the edge of that basin.

A young and handsome figure was slowly walking up the slope, brushing off the scorched sand on his body.

That figure was wearing a golden crown, holding a long sword in one hand, except for some soil dust on his body, there was no injury at all.

"Lord Rowell O'Brien."

"You don't seem to have developed the habit of drawing conclusions after confirming that the enemy is dead—now I will teach you a little bit, even if you don't see the enemy fall in front of you, you should assume that the enemy still has combat power."

"And even if the enemy falls in front of you, remember to make up for it twice, so as not to cheat the corpse."

Words of unknown meaning were spoken in a lazy tone, and passed into the ears of the veteran.He held the halberd tightly and shook it lightly, and the flames immediately engulfed the halberd again.

But this time the flame had just jumped onto the eucalyptus when a gust of wind suddenly blew up, blowing the flame to pieces and disappearing.

The young figure had already walked onto the flat ground, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised until it reached the veteran of the empire, Rowell Oberian.

"Thanks to you, I have confirmed one thing."

"For an extraordinary battle, you must first ensure that you have plenty of elements to mobilize—there are not many opportunities to accumulate such valuable combat experience, what do you think, Your Excellency Rowell Oberian?"

Who is the young man who uttered such provocative words, not the "young Marquis who died at the hands of Rowell O'Brien" just now?
In the voice of those words, Rowell Oberian only heard the sound of sharp "chi chi" from all around him, and after only being stunned for a moment, two shallow streaks of blood appeared on his cheeks mouth.

He snorted coldly, and took a big step forward, wanting to mobilize the fire element to launch an offensive again, but this time, there was no flame to respond to him.

In the world of his magical perception, there is only wind.

The cyan wind element is everywhere, almost occupying his entire range of perception.

"The same method as mine...?"

He had to lament the young man's terrifying ability to learn. He had only withstood such an attack once. This young man had already mastered his techniques and learned the means to weaken the enemy's combat power and improve his own.

But at the same time as he sighed, the emotion that shouted in the depths of his heart was excitement, excitement, and madness!
"Cyril Adrian."

He suddenly spun the halberd, dragged the meter-long halberd behind him, and kept muttering: "You are fine, very fine..."

"I appreciate you more and more..."

Cyril, who was wantonly spreading out his "Island of Infinite Winds", couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the veteran's words.

The words he uttered were not spoken in Ao San Emma.

Instead, in La Rochelle.

In Rowell's mouth, the La Rochelle language he was familiar with seemed extremely crappy, and every word was pronounced in an unimaginable way.But this didn't affect Cyril's ability to understand every word he said.

His expression gradually turned cold, his eyes contained no emotion, and he stared directly at the veteran in front of him.

He could clearly feel the emotion called "fighting will" coming from the opponent, as if a flame was burning, and its temperature was higher than any previous burning flame.

Because at this moment, he himself has already been wrapped in such a fighting spirit - if it wasn't for the burning of his soul to keep him in absolute calm, he might have rushed up with his sword and fought with Rowell.

But even with absolute calm and suppression, Rowell's smooth series of offensives before made his whole body boil with enthusiasm - through the continuous force of the halberd, the layout of the flames, the compression of the range of magic power, and finally the final blow, so meticulous and complete And the skillful offensive made him want to roar involuntarily.

He bit his lip and spit out a few words in a guttural voice:

"I can't ask for it."

The soul burns, the Eye of Setanrio opens, and the effect of the Feather of Isis activates.

Style of Wind The power of Fengshen is endowed, and the field of wind elements in the boundless wind island spreads out.

The young Marquis once again raised the sword in his hand.

Now, it's his offensive turn.

(End of this chapter)