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Although Black Leeden rarely came to the Thorns, this did not mean that the nobles on the Thorns were not familiar with him.

Not to mention that Count Raymond's relationship with Princess Sophia was almost known at that time. Just because he was the son of Count Raymond and the grandson of Duke Liton, it was enough to make him quite aristocratic. High popularity.

After all, the blood relationship is a kind of personal connection for the nobles.

As an illegitimate child like Black, although the heirs of the title on both sides do not seem to have his share, the Duke of Leighton and the Earl of Raymond are very fond of him. It is entirely possible to have the title of baron or viscount.

For the vast majority of nobles below the Viscount, he was the perfect marriage partner.

Even Viscount Norman had previously thought about marrying his daughter to him.

But that's all before.

At this moment, looking at the youthful and noble man, Viscount Norman suddenly felt a deep sense of crisis in his heart. The original comfort was as if all the self-confidence in his grasp disappeared instantly. .

Viscount Mars was also stunned, but not surprised, but happy.

If only Viscount Norman was present, he would lose today, but it would be different if Black was added. In any case, there is still some hope for touching the fish in the muddy waters. If Black is strong enough, he may be a fisherman.

Just don't know, how many cards does Black have in his hand?

For a moment, all eyes fell on Blake like sharp arrows, and the inner current was surging, obscure.

The servants and maids standing around looked a bit complicated in looking at Black.

Black was a little panicked.

He used to come to the Fort of Thorns, and although he often encountered difficulties both in the light and in the dark, Conner tried several times to cause him to death, but under the eyes of Count Raymond, everyone did not dare to go too far. Kind of looks, where is so arrogant?

He didn't have much courage. He came here today because he was just driven by a duck. He didn't know what to do at all.

Involuntarily, he turned his attention to Brother Wu Hui, who had always been reliable.

Wu Hui couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw him. I really don't know how the old foxes, Count Raymond and Duke Litton, had such a silly white sweet.

Forget it ~ Forget it ~ After all, I was pitted by myself, but I can't ignore it.

He gave Black a restless look, and then gave Moses a shrine in his heart: "Moses, it's your turn."

"Yes, my lord."

The next moment, Moses, who had followed the three in a low-key manner, came out of the crowd and came to Black's side.

At this moment, he was dressed in a black robe, with a temperament that was cold and secretive, with a strong power and darkness, as if walking out of hell.

He ignored the Viscount Norman, who had just spoken, and announced in a deep voice: "We are coming to Duke Leighton, Principality of Saint Laurent, to assist Master Black in the position of Count Raymond. If you do not agree ..."

He said a pause, the corner of his mouth suddenly cracked a radian, the tone was cold: "Then hit the service."

As soon as this word came out, both Viscount Norman, Vis Mars, and Saint-Andre O'Neal's face changed instantly.

For a moment, there was silence in the castle hall, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The maids and maids held their breaths nervously, and didn't even dare to say a word. Even the old housekeeper's face discolored instantly, and he clenched his hands unconsciously.

A long while.

Viscount Norman suddenly sneered with a smile on his skin: "Oh, it's a great breath, and I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue."

"No words."

At 6th grade, St. Andre O'Neal was not an irritable temperament. At this moment, he was also irritated and his anger was unconsciously hooked.

He snorted coldly: "It's been a long time since no one dared to say such things in front of the old man. In this case, let the old man come to teach you how to‘ stop until you ’!”

As a matter of fact, as soon as he lifted his footsteps, the whole person instantly turned into a cloud of shadows and flew out from behind Viscount Norman. The speed was as fast as the electric flash, so fast that the naked eye could not tell at all.

By the time he saw it again, he was already standing one meter in front of Moses.

I saw Andre bowing slightly on his forelegs, and before everyone responded, the palm-like palm was already pushed out.

In an instant.

Roaring in the wind, the raging vindictive vigor rushed towards Moses in a black robe like a roaring tiger.

The fierce and overbearing might instantly permeated the entire castle hall, even if it was only in the might, it seemed to be about to suffocate.

"His! This strength, I am afraid that it is the best among the 6th-level Asian Saints."

Blake wasn't brave, but had a lot of insight, and almost whispered subconsciously.

In his voice, the violent and overbearing palm had reached Moses.

Moses looked for a moment, tearing apart a defensive magic scroll almost without hesitation.

Instantly, a water-blue magic shield appeared in front of him. The translucent circular element shield was thick and stable, and the surface had a mysterious luster flowing, highlighting its defense power.

Almost as soon as it was opened, Yasheng Andre O'Neal's vindictive vigor had already hit the Elemental Shield.

"Boom ~!"

In the deafening noise, the Elemental Shield persisted for less than two seconds, breaking like a soap bubble.

Moses trembled, as if the whole person had been "hitting" like a heavy blow, taking a few steps back, until he hit the post behind him and barely stopped.

The fierce energy swept away along with the conflict between the two, Wu Hui and Black hurried back a few steps to avoid being hurt by the roaring energy. The men and maids around couldn't help shrinking back, avoiding the center of the conflict.

In the vacated lot, Moses covered his chest and looked very embarrassed.

A ray of scarlet blood slipped from the corner of his mouth, lined with his black hooded robe, pale face, and bright red.

Obviously, with this blow, he had already suffered internal injuries. Moreover, just now he had no hesitation in tearing up the magic scroll, and at this moment he was not only injured by such a small amount of internal injuries.

"It seems that the work of Your Excellency is not as powerful as what you say." Viscount Norman looked arrogant, and his lip curled with a touch of irony. "I guess, Your Excellency, level 5?"

"Ha ~ 5!"

He said, as if he had heard some funny joke, he laughed wryly, with a taunt of indescribable tone.

The expression on Viscount Mars' face was also a bit obscure, and it was unclear whether it was disappointment or irony: "If you only have this strength ..."

He shook his head and said, everything was silent.

They talked lively on this side, using practical actions to interpret what it means to be pretended to be beaten. On the other side, the three Wu Huis are completely different in style.

Wu Hui and Black stood together, whispering, whispering. Black was nervous, but Wu Hui didn't have any fear, and his expression seemed to be watching a movie.

Liliana, who was the weakest, held her arms for a wall view. A pair of beautiful eyes looked up and down at level 6 St. Andre. Then she shook her head: The ghost step was not bad, and the power control and skills were also good It's okay, but the concentration of vigor is too low, it should be that the exercises are not good, and the possibility of advancing to the 7th level saint is very small. It's a pity ~

They behaved abnormally, and the servant next to them looked at them with strange eyes. If it was n’t for their disparity in identity, they would n’t be able to speak, they might have been unable to help whispering: Are these three people stupid?

On the other hand, the trio attracted full attention by Moses did not notice the abnormality of Wu Hui's trio.

"Don't you hit us until we serve? Why don't you do it?" Andre O'Neal retracted his hand, and the anger in his heart subsided a little, but he was still angry, coldly, "I'm still waiting for you to take me Conquer it. "

"Cough ~ cough ~"

Moses coughed and covered his heart for a while, and there was a few more bloodstains in the corners of his mouth, but he felt like he couldn't feel it. He grinned arrogantly, revealing a smirk: "Oh ~ don't worry, you will be dead. ! "

"court death!"

Andre O'Neal was furious, and immediately bullied himself, grabbed the iron shield behind him and shot at him.

This time, he didn't stay in the slightest.

This iron shield has at least a hundred kilograms, coupled with a strong blessing of blessing, the wind roars when it descends from the sky, like a solid barrier slamming down, full of a heavy sense of oppression.

Mount Tai is so powerful.

If he smashes this time, Moses ’weak body will be flattened instantly, and the broken bones and muscles will break apart. The five internal organs and six crickets will directly explode into a ball of meat under the action of a huge impact, killing them in one shot.

An exclamation sounded instantly.

The maids and maids closed their eyes tightly, afraid to see the next scene.

Even Moses, who had a good idea, clenched his palms tightly.

In a blink of an eye, the heavy shield had arrived in front of Moses, and he was about to be photographed.

Stunned.

"Hell's Hammer."

A deep, hoarse voice sounded suddenly from the void.

At the same time, a sledgehammer burning with black flames condensed from the void and smashed down towards the 6th-level Saint Saint Andrew.

This sledgehammer is as high as half a human, and the whole body is intertwined by black flames. The shape is condensed as if it is substantial, exuding waves of terror.

The breath is as if it came from hell, dark, evil, and trembling.

At 6th grade, Saint Andre O'Neal's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly forcibly took the shield that was being photographed towards Moses, twisted his waist, and raised the shield to meet.

However, even if he responded in time, he was still hit by a heavy hammer and flew out with a shield, hitting the wall with beautiful murals like a cannonball, and half of his body was embedded in it.

Along the way, I don't know how many tables and chairs were bumped and twisted by him, and some even were directly smashed into pieces.

Even the heavy iron shield in his hand was smashed and sunk into a large piece, making people uncontrollably cold.

In the loud sound of deafness, the violent energy swept out. For a moment, there seemed to be a blast of wind in the entire castle hall, and all the clothes were blown up and rattled.

The two nearby men were even overturned by the strong wind, squatting on the ground with one hip.

In the violent wind, a figure appeared as if out of thin air, and slowly appeared beside Moses.

The figure was wearing an empty black robe, holding a black odd-shaped scepter. His face was pale, withered, and his eye sockets were sunken, with red blood in his eyes. It's weird and sick.

However, the power of that one was scary and terrifying. Compared to him, the 6th-level Asian Saint Andre was a little witch.

He was like an undead creature crawling out of hell, with a strong and shocking death and evil, even the air seemed to be silent.

Seeing him, all the people present were breathing stagnation, as if they were holding their necks by an invisible force, and there was a panic in their eyes.

Even Liliana, who was always the most calm, couldn't help breathing tightly, and her hostility was exuded in her eyes.

Only Wu Hui, but still calm as usual, all this is already in his grasp. When he had previously obtained the plan of the Dark Sect from Moses by divine magic, he had decided to count it and let the enemy help him complete the process of attacking the thorn collar.

It now seems that this dark sect did not live up to the expectations of the god. Hehe, thank you ~

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