Chapter 770: I have special procrastination skills
Effortlessly pushed open the heavy gate of the castle of Ellands, the Frost Sword Saint Leon Heinrich walked into the castle for the first time in his life.
In the past few years, he has had the opportunity to come in more than once, but never. Because even he is not sure that he will be able to leave alive after coming in alive - the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Elantz family is no joke, God knows how many dangers and ambush there are!
But today, he clearly knew that there was a legendary powerhouse sitting on the top of the castle building, and he knew that he was not in a good state now, and he even used the last trump card, but he still came in.
The eldest brother Lucifer Thrace has long since passed away, and the old brother Owens Pieduc has just died in battle. Perhaps today is the day when the "Three Heroes of Thrace" become history.
That being the case, then at least the country that they fought side by side and built together in the past must be maintained!
"In the future, leave it to the younger generation..."
In just ten minutes, many white-haired Sword Saints sighed softly, walked past the castle gate, and stepped into it.
There are many people in the castle, servants, soldiers, knights... Some of them are standing guard, some are patrolling, some are hurrying, some are cleaning and tidying up... But everyone's movements are frozen and motionless , like being hit by petrification magic and turned into stone statues.
There are obviously many people in the huge castle, but at this moment there is only the sound of the wind and a little pendant being blown, and no human voice can be heard.
This scene was extremely strange, but the Sword Saint didn't care at all.
In fact, if he wanted to, he could make the entire city of Ellands—including the castle at the core, as well as all the people in the newly built walls—at least all those who were not strong enough to become like this.
But he was unwilling to do it, it would take too much effort, and he couldn't exhaust himself to kill more civilians and ordinary soldiers.
The structure of Elanz Castle was naturally sent to the Thracian palace by spies long ago. Before setting off, the Sword Saint had studied it more than once.
Therefore, his eyes did not fall on the ordinary people who were motionless for even a second, but looked directly at the spiral staircase leading to the roof.
As in the information, it seems that the Elanz people did not do anything on it.
He nodded and walked towards the stairs.
But after taking a few steps, he stopped, frowned, and looked forward.
A young man with a short stature, a little fat body, a round head and a round face, but with a pair of strange long beards on his chin, walked down the stairs and came towards him.
"Hello." The young man greeted with a smile, "I was delayed by something just now, and I didn't come out to greet you right away, sorry."
"Ilanz's chef, Gu Liu." The swordsman frowned and said, "You actually appear here?"
"Isn't it normal for me to be here? Katerina went out to greet Richard. Of course I'm going to stay to watch the house, don't you think?" Liu Daoqing said in a relaxed and pleasant manner, "I can't have guests coming. Neither of our husband and wife are here, how rude!"
The Sword Saint ignored this meaningless topic, and instead asked, "You want to stop me?"
"Lopez's mentor is holding a private party on the roof and refuses to visit."
The corner of Juggernaut's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Do you think that the immortal body of the alien is meaningful to me?"
"It doesn't make sense, you have to try it before you know it, right?" Liu Daoqing said nonchalantly, "You can try—"
Before he finished speaking, the space ring on the right hand of the Juggernaut flashed light, and a magical long sword that was not habitual but also radiant appeared in his hand, and waved towards Liu Daoqing casually.
The sword qi was soaring, Liu Daoqing didn't even react at all, he was slashed in the neck by a sword, blood spurted wildly, the head flew up, and the whole person turned into countless light spots.
(What the **** is this guy trying to do?)
The swordsman was stunned for a moment, he never thought that this alien Gu Liu would be killed by himself easily.
But less than half a second later, his doubts solidified on his face, turning into deep fear.
Liu Daoqing, who had just been killed, appeared out of thin air in the bottom hall of the castle, less than twenty steps away from him!
The Juggernaut immediately retreated subconsciously, while swinging his sword again.
Blood splashed, and Liu Daoqing was killed by him again.
But then it reappeared in the same position.
The swordsman frowned, and his long swords were swung one after another. In a short period of time, Liu Daoqing was killed by him more than a dozen times in succession.
However, it was useless. Every time he was killed, the guy was immediately resurrected on the spot, without even a single second of delay in between.
"Brother Heinrich, you should rest your strength." While being killed and resurrected, Liu Daoqing was still in the mood to persuade him, "This is a meaningless thing, we aliens are immortal - in fact, even us I want to know how I can die."
The Juggernaut finally stopped attacking and looked at him silently.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. In fact, our background is also awesome." Liu Daoqing sighed and said, "For example, I was also with the Dragon Mother back then—the ancient **** who created most of the dragons in the world— —Talking and laughing. Well, it’s a bit too self-flattering to talk about laughing and laughing. In fact, I usually play a funny role of challenging, being beaten to death, and challenging again, which is not much different from now.”
"Even the Dragon Mother can't kill us, let alone you. Lap, it's not that I look down on you, but compared with the Dragon Mother and the others, it's just—" Liu Daoqing stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and only raised it. Half a pinky finger, "This."
Juggernaut still did not answer his words.
"From the first era to the second era, and then to the third era, the strength of the powerhouses has been declining. For example, we were completely funny characters at the time, but now we are also masters. Let's take you, for example, at that time. , can only be a comedian joke like us - oh, you are not immortal, you can't even be a joke..."
Liu Daoqing seemed to sigh regretfully: "So, don't waste your energy. Life is so beautiful, don't be so irritable, how about sitting down and drinking tea and chatting with me?"
The swordsman finally said: "That's all you want to say?"
"Then what else do you want me to say? Scold you?" Liu Daoqing shook his head, "What's the point of that? The dead are gone, even if you kill you, you won't be able to revive those who died under your sword intent— - Besides, they don't necessarily die. Maybe some lucky ones have survived the impact of sword intent. When they wake up, they will be able to benefit from misfortune and understand the mystery of your swordsmanship... Thinking about it this way, aren't they? became your disciple?"
The Sword Saint's eyes shrank slightly, revealing a look of shock: "You... actually saw through my attack?!"
"Please! Don't feel so good about yourself, okay!" Liu Daoqing patted his forehead helplessly, "Didn't I tell you just now that you are actually—very weak! Why do you have the illusion that you are strong? Just Because in this third era, the world has been invincible for more than 100 years? Brother! What is more than 100 years? A little dragon is not enough to grow up! And look at how rookie your opponent is! Even the smallest 100-person legendary square can't be assembled!"
He sighed again: "Your move is nothing more than storing the sword intent in the sword that is connected with your own mind, accumulating it over time, and then destroying the sword when necessary, and releasing the sword intent in one breath - oh, rightly speaking , You are using the sword intent as an introduction to guide your own power to explode. It is estimated that you have practiced this move for too short a time, and the accumulated sword intent is limited, so you can only make a poor man's reduced version. "
Ignoring the frightened expression of the swordsman, he continued: "If you can store the sword intent for thousands of years, and when you are dying of old age, do your best to release a sword, it would make me admire it. But where did you have the illusion, Can I rely on such half-hearted tricks to confuse me, or surprise me?"
The swordsman did not hold the sword in his left hand, and slowly clenched his fist, his teeth clenched tightly, and he remained silent.
He did not find that in the basement of the castle, a beautiful woman lying in the pool was laughing and blowing bubbles.
Bubbles floated in the air, reflecting the scene in the castle hall.
"Little dragon from the East, keep bragging, just bluff him like this." The Mermaid Queen Aribella laughed until her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and said to herself in a voice that only she could hear, "In this way, we can hold him back."