Chapter 37

　　The leopard's voice was so light that it seemed weightless, but the weight of the information contained in it made Gray Eagle's face change suddenly.

　　"It's not James, it's Darius"

　　"Darius?!"

　　The gray eagle raised his head and looked around. Seeing that no one was eavesdropping, he quickly moved closer to the leopard's ear.

　　"How could it be him, the superior minister Darius, the favorite of the first prince? Could it be that he no longer likes the young girl of the noble family, but instead falls in love with this boy Allen? Aren't you afraid that he will chop off his head when they sleep in the same bed?"

　　The leopard pinched his forehead and glanced at the gray eagle with dissatisfaction.

　　"What are you thinking about? The specific reason is definitely not because of this, but it is a fact that he put pressure on the Night Lion Boss. Otherwise, why do you think the Night Lion Boss would wade into this muddy water? James is not that important."

　　"So, if the news is true, then Allen Boreas Greyrat is really hiding in the southern foothills of the nearby Red Dragon Mountains? Shouldn't we expand the search area? Why do we have to stay here? The forest is so big, how can we find the boy just by stopping him and questioning him?"

　　The leopard frowned.

　　".This is also what I am confused about, but the message delivered is just for us to stay here and wait."

　　"Who is it!!"

　　Just then, a cry of surprise came from the front, and the leopard and the gray eagle looked up at the same time.

　　But in the shadow outside the fire at the edge of the tent, a short figure broke through the darkness and walked out.

　　It was a man wearing glasses, no, it looked like a child.

　　He smiled as he put away his blood-stained glasses and put them into the pocket of his swordsman's uniform that was covered in sticky blood, and looked at the people in front of the camp.

　　"Who?"

　　Following the directions of the now dead scarred man, Alan raised his hands and spread them out beside him, as if displaying a commodity.

　　"Of course it's the person you're looking for."

Chapter 54 Who is the prey?

　　Alan's lazy voice was blown into the camp by the night wind and floated into the ears of the thieves.

　　Everyone was stunned.

　　The leopard narrowed his eyes and cast his gaze on Alan's face. In just a breath, a look of joy appeared on his face.

　　'The target really came to our door? The news was right!'

　　The gray eagle next to it reacted even faster and started roaring with its mouth open!

　　"Alan!! He is Alan! Lord Night Lion's information is correct. He actually dared to walk into the trap! Kill him. Boss Night Lion said that he will not take a single cent of the 1,000 gold coins. All of it will be divided equally among everyone!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty or so people in front of the camp paused, and the air seemed to be silent for a moment.

　　Then, the dense sound of swords being drawn tore through the silence, and countless sword lights flickered in the light of torches.

　　"Kill him!!!"

　　As the Grey Eagle roared, the thieves all rushed towards Alan with ferocious looks on their faces!

　　The chaotic footsteps of more than thirty figures echoed densely in this corner of the country with a radius of several kilometers, and dust spread in the night.

　　Alan narrowed his eyes at the scene.

　　He stepped out from the intersection of light and shadow.

　　The dirt at his feet burst out! His figure shot out!

　　One man charged towards more than thirty people!

　　Excited shouts came from the front of the other crowd.

　　"One thousand gold coins!!! Hahahaha, I can finally go back to Rigate and play with women! Kill!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the speaker, as an intermediate swordsman of the Sword God School, rushed in front of Alan at an extremely fast speed.

　　The latter determined the former's knife-swinging action with just a sidelong glance, twisted his body sideways, dodged the incoming blade, stepped to the right side of the man, and bent down in a diagonal posture that made it almost impossible to exert force.

　　Alan made eye contact with the man for a moment, and his toes left the ground.

　　The knife is unsheathed!

　　I saw him rise into the air, swing his arms, and swing the knife upward from the arch of his foot!

　　"Northern God Style - Yuan Tian Zhan!"

　　The knife light drew gorgeous colors under the orange torch light in the night, and the fighting spirit flowed on the tip of the knife, bringing up wind pressure!

　　The thief reacted very quickly and blocked the blade in front of himself in that instant.

　　With a loud bang, the two blades violently bit each other.

　　But the next moment, in the thief's horrified eyes, his blade broke into several pieces in the air, but Alan's knife did not slow down at all and passed straight through his waist.

　　The knife cut open the liver, chopped the ribs, sliced ​​through the lungs, severed the spine, pierced the heart, broke the scapula, protruded the flesh above the collarbone, cut off the man's cheek, and the teeth broke and came out from the cracked ear.

　　Why would it take even a breath for the blade to tear through the body?

　　The next moment!

　　Alan stepped on one foot, put away the knife, took a step forward, and passed through the thief's body.

　　The person behind him who was split into two pieces exploded in the cold night wind!

　　Meat shredded by the wind! Shapeless internal organs, bloody white bones, all seized by Allen who passed by, and "hung" on his shoulders.

　　The bandits all stopped and looked in horror at the bloody butcher in front of them who looked like he had walked out of a slaughterhouse.

　　However, this slaughterhouse does not kill monsters or beasts, but humans.

　　The butcher dusted the minced meat off his shoulders.

　　"Competitions and the like will only restrict one's hands and feet, and will not allow one to fully display the extremely destructive Beishenliu practical sword skills. As expected, only a life-and-death fight can make one's blood boil."

　　As he spoke, he swung his sword, leaving a long line of blood on the ground. An almost imperceptible green light flashed on his arm for 0.5 seconds.

　　Feeling that the healing magic pattern instantly healed the damage to the body caused by the practical Beishenliu, Alan looked at the stagnant thieves and grinned.

　　"What's wrong? Aren't you going to keep rushing over?"

　　The leopard in the distance witnessed Allen's attack with his own eyes and his face was as gloomy as water.

　　"The practical combat style of Beishenliu is always strong. This guy is not only a superior of Shuishenliu."

　　Alan looked over the heads of the crowd at the feminine male leopard who was filled with murderous intent, then looked around at the thieves who had silently surrounded him but no one was rushing towards him.

　　"Are you afraid?"

　　The field was completely silent. The thieves were cunning and cunning people, so no one dared to take the lead. They all stepped back and wanted to give the front position to their good brothers.

　　But since everyone thought so, the mob actually took a step back.

　　Very neat.

　　Seeing this, Alan squatted down with a smile, put the slightly curled knife on his right shoulder in a difficult-to-draw posture, and said sarcastically.

　　"Just now you all looked so energetic and eager to fight. Are you scared now? If you are scared, I suggest you kneel down and kowtow. I will give you a quick death."

　　The leopard behind the crowd looked at Alan with a thoughtful look in his eyes, but the bald gray eagle was a man who couldn't stand showing off. When he saw this scene, he immediately opened his voice and urged everyone to rush up and kill the pretentious dealer.

　　At this moment, someone couldn't stand Allen's provocation and shouted angrily.

　　"You brat! So arrogant!"

　　There was a bearded thief in the field with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes. Just as he finished speaking, the mud at his feet exploded around him and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

　　It turned out to be the Silent Sword!

　　Sword God Style Advanced!

　　In just a blink of an eye, everyone around saw his figure flash right in front of Alan and collide with Alan at an extremely fast speed!

　　The night wind in the forest exploded! The wind force turned into ripples from the center of the two people's impact, spreading out one after another.

　　With the smell of blood and the discordant sound of flesh being torn.

　　The two of them paused for a brief moment.

　　The next moment, the bearded thief's body seemed like a building block that had been assembled in advance, and was lightly hit by Alan.

　　It broke into pieces.

　　The smoothly cut body parts seemed to have no inertia and fell vertically in front of Alan like rain. The blood soaked Alan from head to toe, but he still had that leisurely posture with the knife on his back.

　　All was quiet.

　　The leopard in the distance watched this scene and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. As far as he knew, this was the starting move of Alan Boreas Greyrat's self-created secret technique.

　　But according to the intelligence, the opponent should only be able to use this secret skill to defend, but at this moment it is clearly not possible to counterattack like it is now!

　　He looked at Gray Eagle, who also had an unpleasant expression on his face, with a very unpleasant expression on his face.

　　The intelligence is wrong.

　　But if it is wrong, then the body parts that lost inertia and fell vertically to the ground are completely in line with the application of the secret of the water god flow.

　　what is going on??

　　At this moment, Alan spoke, and he commented in an indifferent tone.

　　"The Silent Sword that I barely comprehended, the release of the fighting spirit was too chaotic, too much emphasis was placed on destructive power, and speed was ignored. It was clearly visible."

　　He glanced at the head rolling at his feet.

　　"It's not an unjust death."

Chapter 55 Two choices? Advanced self-created secrets?

　　After these words were spoken, the people around him took a step back in unison, with expressions of panic on their faces.

　　Are you kidding? The Sword God level leaders have all lost, and they are going to go and die?

　　Behind the crowd, a thief who was only at the lower level of Sword God thought that he was not strong enough, so he turned around and tried to run away because there was a wall of people in front of him.

　　But just as he turned around, he heard a sharp whistle of wind behind his ears and a sharp explosion of air behind his head!

　　Then, in the corner of his eye, something flashed and suddenly disappeared into the woods in the distance.

　　He was stunned for a moment, and felt a chill on his side, and heard the sound of water dripping on the ground. He turned around subconsciously, but saw the horrified eyes of the people around him looking at him.

　　He opened his mouth in surprise, then lowered his head as if realizing something.

　　A column of bright red blood was gushing out of his chest. The pectoral muscles that he was usually proud of had disappeared, replaced by a huge bloody hole.

　　He coughed out blood mixed with internal organs, struggled to turn around and look at the crowd behind him.

　　The expressions of his colleagues around him had become blurred in his vision, but for some reason, the seemingly harmless figure of the God of Death in the distance was extremely clear.

　　The other party spread out his palms and stood still in a throwing posture. When he saw him looking at him, he actually smiled at him from a distance.

　　The vision went dark.

　　With a thud, the remains of the body fell to the ground like a rag.

　　Everyone turned their gaze from the corpse to the person who had just thrown the sword and performed this stunning Beishenliu throwing technique.

　　Alan slowly retracted his outstretched palm. The sword of the owner of the corpse beside him had disappeared. A faint green light quickly flowed through his body, barely noticeable.

　　The night wind was chaotic, but his voice was clear.

　　"I need to remind you that tonight, you only have two choices."

　　"One, kneel down and wait for your neck to be killed."

　　"Two, kill me."

　　"Until then."

　　Alan glanced at the dull eyes of the people in front of him, and the knife in his hand gently stroked the firelight, passed over everyone's heads, and pointed directly at the ugly-looking leopard outside the crowd.

　　"No one can leave."

　　"So, my suggestion to you is to go together, after all."

　　Alan put away the blade of the knife and licked the blood on his face with his tongue.

　　"I'm in a hurry."

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