Looking at Simon's appearance, the iron-clad middle-aged man frowned, feeling a little awkward.

"Is this person the interceptor?"

There are quite a few knights dispatched by the Murdoch family to **** the family treasures tonight.

The fierce gunfight just now can be heard across a few streets. It is impossible for the knights of the Murdoch family not to know about it, but it has not yet appeared.

When the gangsters controlled by the Murdoch family appeared, he was waiting for the knight-level ambush nearby to start.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and he realized that their manpower might be blocked, and they would be forced to attack if they didn't wait for a long time.

Couldn't it be just him?

He doesn't believe that just one person can stop more than a dozen knights, and there are members of that faction.

Every member of that faction is an elite, and the one who came this time is even stronger than him.

There must be a lot of knight-level people who are entangled in that person.

There are not many in Fossa City that can mobilize so many knight-level forces at one time.

"Who are you?" The iron-clad middle-aged man said gloomily.

Simon had nothing to say, stepped forward and ran. The extremely fast rushing speed made the iron-clad middle-aged man's eyes tighten, and with a low roar, he instantly raised his sword.

When confronted with Simon's powerful sword, the middle-aged man in iron armor was instantly shaken back.

"Impossible." The iron-clad middle-aged man couldn't believe that Simon's attack was so strong.

What responded to him was a hurricane-like slash, the sharp blade screamed, and the high-frequency scream was like thunder.

The middle-aged man in iron armor could barely block Simon's high-frequency slash, but equally, his arm couldn't bear the constant heavy pressure.

With a clang, the middle-aged man in the iron armor blocked the knight's sword with difficulty, but the short sword in Simon's other hand stabbed out like lightning and hit him at an angle that was difficult to defend. Come, the iron armor was torn apart by Juli and stabbed into his body.

The pain caused the iron-clad middle-aged man to growl and kick out, Simon quickly retreated and avoided.

Simon stepped forward again the moment he kicked and fell, the knight sword slashed over, and the middle-aged man in iron armor had to defend quickly.

A heavy slash slashed him backwards, and with continuous slashes, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

"Is this his real strength?" Zon looked at the scene where the middle-aged man in iron armor was completely crushed, his mouth opened wide enough to swallow an apple.

He believes that Simon can defeat the middle-aged man in iron armor, and he will most likely need his help, but it will never be crushed so easily.

Simon and the armored middle-aged man are not at the same level at all.

That's not to mention the gap between him and Simon.

With a bang, the violent sword momentum was interrupted, and a severing sword fell to the ground.

Simon looked at the broken knight sword in his hand and sighed. This knight sword had been damaged by a fierce collision before, and now it is such a fierce collision, and finally it still did not persist.

It is still far worse than the Silver Tomahawk.

The middle-aged man in iron armor seemed to see the opportunity, roared wildly, and rushed up. Simon resisted with a short sword, and he could still block his attack.

It's just that the short sword is still not as smooth as the long sword.

He took a few steps back and waved to Zorn.

Zorn immediately understood what Simon meant, and threw his knight's sword over.

"Don't think about it!" The middle-aged man in iron armor came furiously.

Simon didn't retreat, he swung his dagger sharply, the two swords clashed, the two retreated at the same time, and the knight's sword was stuck on the ground.

Simon ran over, and the iron-clad middle-aged man also ran over. As a result, thunder roared, and a bullet was shot at the iron-clad middle-aged man from one side.

Help from Zorn.

The middle-aged man in iron armor had to swing his sword to cut off the bullet.

Simon grabbed the flying knight sword, he waved the knight sword, and it was quite smooth.

When the two swords touched, a relaxed golden sound sounded, as if the death sentence for the middle-aged man in iron armor was pronounced.

Xi Meng moved, his figure instantly swiftly moved, he waved the long sword in his hand, and with a sword, the middle-aged man in iron armor slashed back, and then the long sword slashed over again, and the middle-aged man in iron armor barely defended.

But the short sword penetrated the elbow joint of the iron armored middle-aged man like the long nail of execution, and the iron armored middle-aged man screamed, unable to grasp the knight's sword in his hand.

The next moment, the long sword stabbed directly at his shoulder, and the short sword was pulled out, piercing his left elbow, and then his knee.

All his movements were one step slower, unable to keep up with the continuous offensive.

His knees were pierced, and he fell to the ground weakly, his head bowed, like a criminal waiting to be executed.

The powerful pain is the catalyst of the potion, and his erosion is also more and more intense, the magic energy erupts erratically, and the angry roar vents the pain.

He raised his head sharply, and the result was a ruthless judgment.

A touch of cold light hit his visor, pierced through, and blood flowed down the front, mixed with white liquid.

The strongman of the Mercado family is dead.

Simon pulled out the knight's sword, and the red and white liquid flowed out, a little disgusting, he threw the knight's sword to Zorn, and picked up the iron-armored middle-aged man's knight's sword.

This knight's sword is very sturdy. Simon has cut dozens of swords, and there is no gap. It is much better than his knight's sword.

Decisive is in their own pockets.

"The target is there, take it away," Zorn shouted.

Simon moved and slashed to the rear of the carriage. The Mercado family still wanted to resist and shot Simon ~lightnovelpub.net~ but it was all in vain. The knight sword cut off all the bullets and crossed the carriage.

Two knights killed him.

"Come on!" Another Cavalier hurriedly fled with a box in his arms.

The long and short swords held up the attack, kicked a knight-level, and the short sword instantly pierced the neck of the remaining knight-level, killing it in one blow.

The knight on the ground hasn't reacted yet, the knight has already swiped across his face, tearing the whole face apart, his body twitching continuously, whether he can live or not is another question.

Simon quickly rushed to the knight holding the box, threw the dagger out, penetrated the opponent's ankle, and fell directly to the ground.

When he turned around, he was greeted by a cold sword light, his neck was torn open, and he was shaking violently.

He held the box tightly in his hands, and Simon broke it out with force.

At first glance, this box is made of sacred tree wood, and it is very likely that the magic items are placed inside.

The box was locked with a delicate copper lock, and Simon also planned to open it and take the box to Zon.

Zorn was already dealing with the remaining gangsters under the Mercado family, and those gangsters who didn't die still had the courage to flee quickly.

Zon asked his men to quickly turn the carriage upside down. After finding nothing else, he decided that the box was the target, and then quickly withdrew.

Simon did not give the box to Zon, and the two met briefly in a dark alley.

"The box is kept by me, and I will open it together when I go back." Simon said simply.

Zorn couldn't refuse, because Simon was too strong.

"By the way, let me ask you, what does the immortality of the seeker mean?" Simon suddenly remembered the words of the middle-aged man who ate the devil's flesh and mutated before he died.

"Mason Club?!" Zon's face changed greatly.