Warhammer Wizard

Everyone retreated and gave up the empty space in front of the temple. Hasillin said loudly, "Rene, Yates, the courage to pursue love is something that a lady likes to see, but before the lady’s temple, I don’t want to see anyone because of this. And to die, you must converge in your swordsmanship and cannot cause damage to the garden of the temple."

"Yes, the chairman."

After Yates responded, there was immediate action.

He stretched his hand on the lyre behind him, and the strings vibrated, making a beautiful sound.

This instrument is a very unique enchanting equipment. The sound of the piano is accompanied by magical waves. The sound waves fall on Yates, making his eyes brighter and energetic, and his figure becomes lighter, as if to blend into the sound of the piano. Among them, move with the sound.

Rehn listened to the sound of the piano, but did not do anything. Instead, he was very interested in Yates' methods.

When observing Yates from a close range, he discovered that the soul element of this man is very rare, and he is a rare magic swordsman.

The general magic swordsman, after the soul change advances, will choose to integrate a certain elemental affinity element, attach the elemental power to the sword, and combine it with swordsmanship, which is extremely powerful.

Moreover, what Yates integrates is not the element of affinity, but the "shape of sound."

Ryan had just read the complete set of the Book of Thousand Souls recently, and at a glance recognized this rare element, which was a kind of ability that could be activated by spirit power or driven by physical power.

The shape of sound can integrate soul power into the sound to form substance, achieving the effect of self-enhancement or attacking the enemy.

This is actually a kind of magic in essence, but the method of casting is different.

Yates takes the shape of sound as the core element, and combines several elements such as "phantom sound", "psychological suggestion", "motivation", "deceleration field", "roar", etc., around the spread and combination of sound Get up and achieve various combat effects.

I have to say that this is a very magical idea.

This is almost a brand-new extraordinary profession, belonging to the branch of the Magic Swordsman, Ren is very curious, what should this rare profession be called?

travelling poet? Or a bard swordsman?

Rehn has long discovered that Yates is not alone in possessing the shape of voice.

The priests present, and three others, like Yates, centered on the shape of sound and integrated various elements of sound.

"This should be a new career created by Ms. Longfa for believers, similar to priests in other churches, but not perfect enough."

Many thoughts flashed in Renn's mind. Suddenly, the rhythm of the piano's sound suddenly changed and killing intent appeared everywhere.

Driven by spirit power, the lyre behind Yates continuously emits sound waves, covering a large area.

This voice went straight into the brain, like a magical sound, with a confusing meaning, which made Renne's thinking sluggish, and a flower in front of him lost the trace of Yates.

In the next second, the light of a long sword rippled from his side, the blade was sharp, and at the same time it vibrated extremely fast, sending out sound waves.

Every sound wave is like substance, like a transparent sharp blade, sweeping over.

Behind the sky full of swords is Yates, staring at Rennes, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

The sword light flashed by.

Almost at the same instant, Ren's figure disappeared with a brush, the long sword swung away, and dozens of sonic sharp blades slashed on the ground, leaving a scratch.

"He charged away."

Yates reacted extremely quickly, reaching out and plucking on the lyre, and the sound of the piano changed again, as if ripples spread out in circles.

Sonic caught up with Renn in the charge, he seemed to be in a quagmire, and his speed slowed down a bit.

Renn knew that this was the "deceleration field."

Without turning his head back, he continued to dash forward, changing direction, his figure drew an arc, his short sword thrust a sword to his side, like long eyes behind his head, and pierced Yates who was rushing to catch up.

"How did he find me?"

Yettetz was caught off guard. He obviously covered the sound of his footsteps under the sound of the piano. He was so fast that he was discovered in advance.

When there was a cry, the two swords fought.

Renn didn't want to break Viola's best short sword, so he only used 30% of his power.

Even so, Yates was still a little hard to resist, his right hand holding the sword was numb, the vibrating blade immediately stopped, and the sonic sharp blade disappeared.

Renn took a violent step forward, dashing forward with his dagger, simply using the imperial military swordsmanship with a straight stab.

Accurate, fast and powerful.

The short sword pierced the air, and the tip of the sword was like a bit of cold light, which made the heart palpitating.

Yates raised his sword to block, and at the same time opened his mouth and let out a roar.

The roar is a very common element. The sound is used to deter the enemy. After being strengthened by the shape of the sound, it is emitted from Yatetz's mouth. The deterrent effect is comparable to the fear technique.

However, Renn turned a deaf ear to this roar, as if inaudible.

He didn't receive any interference, and the short sword in his hand was fast and accurate without any pause.

Cang!

Yates reluctantly held the long sword across him, blocking this stab.

The huge power from the sword made him involuntarily retreat, but before he could unload his strength and adjust his steps, Renn's short sword stabbed in front of him again.

The cold light flickered, and the vigor was overwhelming.

Yates had no other way and had to block with a long sword. This kind of exhausted defense made him master many advanced swordsmanship, none of which could be displayed.

Dangdang!

Renn stabbed many swords and used force to overwhelm others. Using this simplest straight stabbing, Yates could only retreat in embarrassment, and he couldn't even dodge.

Even though Yates’ lyre was still making a sound, changing sound waves and various incidental magics, trying to interfere with Rennes, it didn’t work at all.

Ren's eyes were focused, like a deaf man, unable to hear the sound at all.

This made the priests watching the battle dumbfounded.

They all learned Yatetz's swordsmanship, and there was no one in Longshande's Good Church. They didn't expect that apart from the slight display of the power of the first sword, they were beaten by Renn.

What surprised them most was that Ren's swordsmanship was just one move, but it had such an amazing power.

The open space in front of the temple was not large. After Yates resisted a few straight daggers, he was forced to retreat to the edge, and then he would step into the garden.

He was depressed in his heart, almost crazy, but could not think of a way to crack it.

The right hand holding the sword almost lost consciousness, and the tiger's mouth was shaken with blood by the terrible force.

"What kind of **** swordsmanship..."

"I can't lose!"

Yates screamed wildly in his heart. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand blasted and the blade snapped.

There is a blank in his mind. His sword is a high-quality enchanted weapon with extremely tough texture. How could it be broken by a spellcasting dagger?

Then, Yates saw the broken sword that was flying out, and Renn caught it with his bare hands.

The sharp blade couldn't cut Ren's hand, but turned around and inserted it into his chest!

As the pain came, he couldn't believe it, he was defeated like this, and even his life was lost.

Ryan stepped back two steps, and said quietly: "The tip of the sword is only a little closer to your heart. As long as you don't move, you can't die."

Yatetz trembled all over when he heard the words, standing still, not daring to move, for fear of involving the broken sword and piercing his heart.

He looked down at his chest, showing the half-cut sword.

Only then discovered that each of Ren's straight stabs hit the same point on the sword accurately, so he could interrupt his sword.

Yates was shocked, coughing, his face turned pale with pain, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The priests around also heard Ren's words, they were all amazed by Ren's swordsmanship, which seemed simple and extensive, but in fact it was subtle, with unimaginable control.

President Hasillin came over to check Yates’ injuries and found that, as Rennes said, he couldn’t die without moving.

There are several priests who possess magic arts, and they can save Yates by carefully pulling out the broken sword.

Ren returned the dagger to Viola and said, "Your Excellency, I won the swordsmanship. The result of the poem just now should be announced too?"

"Yes."

Hasillin nodded, glanced at Yates with some sympathy, and immediately announced: "Wren's love poems are better written than Yates."

Even with a little hunch, everyone still feels unreal after hearing this result.

Longshand's most talented poet, Yates, in his best love poem, was lost to a young man from the countryside!

"I do not believe!"

Yates tried to endure the pain, and a few words burst into his mouth.

He was almost crazy, wishing to **** the paper with love poems from President Hasillin, but he didn't dare to even move it. He could only stare at Renne, his eyes bloodshot.

The original handsome face was now hideous and distorted.

Rehn frowned and noticed that the blood curse in Yates's soul was about to move. Nourished by negative emotions, he grew rapidly and stretched out a few black tentacles.

This is a sign that the curse is about to strike~www.ltnovel.com~ Rehn is still hesitating, if he wants to remind him, Hasillin noticed the abnormality, raised his hand and released a calming magic to alleviate Yates’ pain. Get rid of negative emotions.

In the soul, the blood curse immediately shrank.

Yates himself was unaware of all this, and continued: "I don't believe it, this unlearned barbarian can write better poems than me..."

Not only him, but other priests also thought it was ridiculous, and all looked at the poem in Hasilin's hand.

Everyone wanted to know what poem Renn wrote.

Viola had long wanted to show this poem to people. He saluted Hasillin and said sternly: "Chairman, please recite it again."

"It's my honour." Hasillin was happy to spread the poem. He helped his clip-nose glasses and read aloud:

"When you are old, your hair is gray and sleepy.

Tired sitting by the fire, took down the book,

Reading slowly, the look in the eyes of chasing dreams,

That soft look and deep vignetting,

How many people have loved your youthful films.

Loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or true feelings,

Only one loves your pilgrim's heart,

I love the traces of the years on your sad face..."

Amidst the moving poetry, Ren and Viola walked into the door of the temple hand in hand. This time, no one stopped them.

Yatetz watched the backs of the two disappear into the temple, his face turned pale, listening to Haselin's recitation, one after another, like a heavy hammer, one after another hit his heart.

Before the poem was finished, blood spurted with a puff, and it fell to the ground immediately.

(PS: There should be a chapter in the evening, the following plot cannot be written in detail, I don't want a 404...)