Against a mage, jumping into the air was a stupid thing to do. The third scroll Salin unfurled was a level-five scroll. Six huge blocks of ice appeared around the middle-aged man, fiercely pincer attacking him from the center.
The middle-aged man turned pale with fright. In the center of the magic attack, he saw four huge ice walls coming at him at the same time. This pincer attack was not just a simple elemental attack, but also a huge physical attack. If he used his sword aura to block it, his body would not be able to withstand such a violent impact, and he would definitely be crushed into meat paste.
If this spell was used on flat ground, it would definitely alert him, because the changes in the ground would be very obvious. To gather water elements in the ground required a process.
Level-Five spell – Ice Strike.
Looking at the hopeless sword saint in the air, Salin no longer felt the heartache of using up a level-five scroll. This was his first time fighting a sword saint, and until now, he still maintained a distance of about 50 meters from the sword saint. In the past, his magic would not have been able to reach this far.
Surrounded by huge blocks of ice, the middle-aged man felt his blood stop flowing. The freezing effect of a level-five spell was even stronger than that of a frost spell. Between life and death, the middle-aged man's body spun violently, and he suddenly flipped in the air. With his longsword in front of him, he crashed into the ice below.
The bronze sword saint's attack power was close to that of a level-six mage, and it was too difficult to destroy a level-five spell in an instant. Ice Strike had no blind spots. Since he could not destroy one side of the attack in an instant, the other attacks had to be forcibly endured. The middle-aged man was both shocked and angry. His opponent's attack was so calm, and his calculations were so precise. If he had not been worried about the woman in the colorful robe, he would not have thought of ending the battle quickly and fallen into this trap.
Crack … Boom!
The sword aura on the middle-aged man's longsword shot out, quickly shattering the ice below. Attacks from the other five directions heavily smashed into his body. The sword aura was instantly shattered, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground like a big bird, blood spurting from his mouth, but he had already escaped the range of Ice Strike.
If he did not risk getting injured to escape, the six huge blocks of ice would repeatedly attack him until the elements dissipated. He waved his longsword, protecting his body. In just three breaths, he could gather sword aura again and temporarily suppress his injuries.
With a poof, the middle-aged man felt like he had fallen into a ball of glue, and his movements slowed.
Salin cast a level-three spell, Illusory Swamp. This spell was a small-scale control spell. If he had not been injured, he could have easily broken it with a wave of his hand.
At this time, Shika had already come to his side. The Bronze Sword Saint, who was controlled by the Illusory Swamp, had not yet landed on the ground, and the huge staff had already smashed towards him. Shika's martial arts were very simple. Her attack was concise and clear. She smashed the middle-aged man's thigh and sent him flying.
Before the middle-aged man could catch his breath, blood was stuck in his throat. His eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted. He felt as if the bones in his legs were broken, and even his muscles were completely smashed into a pile of meat paste. He was immediately disheartened. Without a leg, even if he could survive, the rest of his life would be meaningless.
His previous opponents were at most Level-3 Mages. In his opinion, after advancing to Bronze Sword Saint, low-level Mages were no longer in his eyes. Even if he encountered a Great Mage, he had a way to kill them.
He didn't expect the attack of a Great Magician to be so ferocious. In the face of the power of magic, the Sword Qi of small success was so fragile. In his despair, before he landed, the long sword in his hand slashed towards his neck.
A white slender hand reached over, grabbed his long sword, and squeezed. The eight-sided sword that could withstand the explosive power of the Sword Qi was directly crushed by this somewhat delicate hand. The middle-aged man saw a pair of jade-green eyes. These jade-green eyes were filled with greed, as if a starving person was staring at exquisite food.
"You want to die now? It's too late." The green-eyed woman grabbed his shoulder and crushed his shoulder blade.
The mercenaries behind the cart were dazzled. Salin's battle was full of art, natural and smooth. From the first tornado to lure the enemy, to the second quicksand to trap the warhorse, and then to the warrior's boomerang to distract the enemy's attention. When the enemy jumped up and was about to explode with an attack, only then did the hidden means show.
An Ice Strike buried the Bronze Sword Saint's hope. The Bronze Sword Saint should not have ridden a warhorse at all. If he had walked, he would not have fallen into this trap. He trusted his sword too much and forgot that the sky originally belonged to Mages.
Even a Gold Sword Saint would not be willing to fight with a Mage of the same level in the air. There was no use regretting at this time. Nelis carried him to Salin. Salin held his chest, smiled, and said to the middle-aged man, "You really are a Sword Saint. I'm under a lot of pressure."
The middle-aged man was so angry that he vomited blood again. Salin nodded and said, "What are you chasing? If you tell me, I will let you die a little faster. Otherwise, once we start, you won't even have the chance to regret. "
The middle-aged man's eyes almost spewed fire. He stared at Salin and said in a desperate tone, "What's the difference between death and death? When I was your age, I was already not afraid of death. Don't try to get anything out of me. Do it. "
Nelis chuckled and whispered in his ear, "I was looking forward to this answer. Now, no matter what I do, the master will not scold me."
After saying that, Nelis simply took out a tent and carried the middle-aged man into it.
Only then did Rex get up. Looking at Nelis who went into the tent, he said to Salin, "Is it necessary?"
"Anyway, we've caught him. Even if we don't ask, these people will think that we know," Salin replied with a grin. Rex felt that what Salin said made sense. Even if he didn't ask, these people pretending to be bandits would feel guilty and think that he knew their secret.
This secret was just smuggling. At most, the goods were a little weird, but it was not enough to tempt Rex. The trouble was that the other party would not think so. He was afraid that they would try every possible way to silence him.
Roar!
The Bronze Sword Saint in the tent suddenly let out a beast-like howl. Rex immediately released a Silence Barrier. She sighed. Since it had started, there was no need to stop it. She also believed that Nelis would definitely be able to get something out of him. Even the Silver Sword Saint could not withstand Nelis's interrogation.
Schika walked towards the defensive circle formed by the six trucks. The merchants and mercenaries were silent. Schika just picked up the boomerang that had fallen beside the truck and turned to return to Salin's side.
The mercenaries were on tenterhooks. The power that Salin had displayed was too strong. The weak would feel extremely uneasy in front of such power, even if Salin was the one protecting them.
"Salin, don't lose yourself in power," Rex reminded. She saw that Salin was a little smug, and was afraid that this victory would destroy this genius mage.
"Rex, this time I used two level-four scrolls and one level-five scroll. Of course I know the difference between me and the Sword Saint. I'm happy because I'm finally not a useless person." Salin spoke his mind without hesitation. In the past, he could only hide in the side in any battle. Unless it was a life-and-death situation, he could not face a strong enemy at all.
Ever since leaving Ceylon City, he had always felt that he was useless. Ainphent could act decisively because of the baron's killing intent, but he hesitated again and again, trying to obtain a peaceful outcome.
If he had not been forced into a corner, he would not have even advanced to a level-two mage.
It was a tragedy to lose oneself in power, but to not even have the power to protect oneself was even more unacceptable to him. Rex was less than two years older than him, but he already had the possibility of breaking through to Magic Shooter. If he wanted to become a Magic Shooter, who knew how many years it would take.
This time, he had finally defeated a Sword Saint. Even though it was only a Bronze Sword Saint, it was his most glorious achievement. This victory made Salin feel the importance of power. If he was still a mere level-two mage, this Bronze Sword Saint would only need one strike to break all his defenses, and he would not even have a chance to escape.
Don't lose yourself in power. Without power, he would have died more than a dozen times.
Rex did not continue to persuade Salin. Salin and she had chosen different paths of cultivation. Rex wanted everyone to understand the truth of this world, while Salin merely wanted to escape the arrangements of fate alone. She prepared a level-four spell, Black Mist, and released it casually.
"Be careful of those carts coming back. There are heavy crossbows in them."
Salin nodded. The range of Black Mist released by Rex was much larger than that of a level-one spell, and his vision would not be hindered by this level-four spell. This was the difference between an intermediate spell and a beginner spell. After releasing a level-one Confusing Mist, the people in the mist could not see the surroundings clearly.
Suddenly, a corner of the tent was lifted. Neris revealed half of her face and waved to Salin. "Master!"
"Hmm?"
"Come in." Neris smiled slyly.
Salin knew that Neris would not harm him, so he slipped into the tent through the gap she had pulled up. The Bronze Sword Saint, who had lost one leg, now had both legs. Neris pointed at the captive who only had his upper body left, and said to Salin, "Master, I scared him silly. Now he only has sword aura left. You can use it to practice."
Oh? Silly!
Salin was a mage, and his knowledge told him that humans thought with their brains. But even if the brain was damaged, some of the body's functions would continue to operate. This Bronze Sword Saint had lost control of his body, but his sword aura was still protecting itself. He was indeed a good target.
"Neris, well done." Salin looked down at the Bronze Sword Saint, his eyes flashing with azure light. The sword aura running in the Bronze Sword Saint's lower abdomen was very weak and slow, just right for observation.
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