The mountain wind is cold, with dead leaves flying, and broken bones splashing everywhere. This is the scene where Luo Lin passes.

Aiona lay quietly on Rollin's back. Although behind her was the terrifying undead that was approaching quickly, she felt no fear.

Because at the soul level, she has a strong support. Through the contract, she can feel that the hearts of this human warrior are unchanged, like the lake water under the autumn moon, as smooth as a mirror.

"Rolin, this is the second time." Aiona whispered. This is the second time he came to save her desperately.

Rollin did not answer, but Eona knew he had heard it. She turned her head to look at his side face. She was not very handsome, but the corners of the water were clear, especially the eyes were the most outstanding. At this time, these eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a shiny surging in their eyes, like a sword light soaked in water, cold and clear, with slender corners of their eyes slightly slanted, and a faint silver light overflowing from the corners of their eyes, pulling out a faint silver light in the air.

"Did anyone say you are actually very good?" Eona said again, and the undead behind her was less than 100 meters away from her.

Luo Lin ignored it. There was a cliff ahead, which was not very high, about fifty meters high. The cliff was a plain that was not as wide as it was, and at the end of the plain was the majestic steel front fortress.

As long as he reaches the fortress, he should be considered safe. Of course, it is not absolutely safe, because there is the Kingdom of Aulakhi, and some political events may occur, but compared to the undead, he always has room for maneuver.

A leap forward and stepped onto the rock at the top of the cliff. The huge gathering of power continued to circulate. The flat rock instantly showed twisted folds. The fold then erupted, gravel splashed, and smoke and dust rose.

The movement here was spread from afar. It had been sensed by the strong men of the Steel Front Fortress.

The sword saint Edward had already climbed the city wall, and there were Coron and three sects standing beside him.

Several people were looking at the dragon bone hills thousands of meters away, so when Rollin appeared, they immediately saw it.

"Who is that?" Edward asked in surprise. The distance was too far. He could not see the other person's specific appearance, but from that posture, he could feel an indescribable momentum.

If you step on the top of the mountain, you can look down on the world.

He was sure that it was not the undead, because the power of anger surged on the other party was so huge that only living creatures had this kind of burning fire of life.

But when did such a powerful person appear on the mainland?

At this time, a sage master had released a water mirror technique. In the mirror, an image showed that the man was wearing black leather armor and his hair was brown and black. He was not very long. He was dancing in the mountain wind and was carrying a person on his back, as if he was a woman.

But none of these are the key. The man who attracted everyone's attention was surrounded by translucent air ripples. A large number of singular curves emerged from the airflow, and the curve formed a vortex. At his feet were rocks splashing everywhere, and beside him was shocking smoke and dust. The rocks shot out along the spiral direction. There were also a large number of vortexes and curves in the smoke and dust.

"Such a wonderful and huge power!" The teacher sighed, ashamed of being inferior to him.

"As beautiful as legendary magic!" Another great magician beside him exclaimed at the same time.

However, Edward had already recognized Rollin and sighed: "When I saw him half a year ago, he was still immature, but now he is already a peerless strong man!"

He felt inferior to this perfect power.

"Is this?" asked the teacher.

"It's the marshal of the Silver Crusader." Coron also recognized it. The last time he saw Rollin, he knew that his strength was not as good as the other party. But he believed that the difference was not big, and in time, he should be able to make up for this defect through hard practice.

But now, the other party completely showed his power. Just one look, he felt the huge gap between the two sides. He felt that if they fought with all their might, he might not be able to withstand the opponent's three swords.

"But why is he here?" asked another * master.

No one knew, but the next moment, what happened on the cliff had already given some answers. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, a figure wrapped in thick black mist appeared on the cliff.

As soon as he appeared, a silver light emerged in his hand. It was a sword. The sword was shining with a silver needle-like light. It pierced from the black mist and was wild and vigorous, just like the sharp teeth and claws of the ancient ferocious beast in the time of the chaos of the beginning, trying to destroy everything in front of him.

This momentum and power are extremely terrifying. The target of this sword is the marshal of the Silver Crusader!

"It's the Undead Sword Saint!" Edward was shocked. No wonder Rollin was running away. It turned out that there was such a strong enemy behind him!

He immediately drew his sword and jumped down from the city wall without saying a word. The power of the undead was so huge and his momentum was so wild that Luolin was probably not his opponent.

He wants to support the other party.

Following him was his most proud disciple, Coron, who was also about to jump off the wall and rushed over.

But in the next moment, new changes appeared in the water mirror technique.

The sword of the undead sword saint stabbed, and Luo Lin, who was originally holding the sword, suddenly held the cloud pattern sword tightly. The sword was unsheathed, and a sharp sword light suddenly appeared.

The sword light is so dazzling that even if you don’t look at the water mirror technique, you can feel the light from the opposite cliff with your naked eyes simply on the city wall.

As soon as this sword appeared, it met the undead's sword at a speed that even Edward could not see clearly.

Edward and Coron couldn't help but squint their eyes, and their steps that had already rushed forward stopped, their hearts were full of horror. They asked themselves that they would never be able to make such an attack.

In terms of strength, they may not be far from this sword, but they cannot achieve the huge momentum of creating the world when this sword appeared.

With this flash of thought, I saw that the sword light had disappeared when I got it, and the sword in the hand of the undead sword saint was broken step by step. The claws of the ancient ferocious beast were cut off by the sword that created the world, and it was simply to the extreme.

The "fighting beast" with black smoke was forced to retreat from the cliff and retreated from the cliff. From beginning to end, he stood on the cliff for no more than two seconds.

Then Rollin was about to jump off the cliff, but he had just rushed forward a few steps, and hundreds of black dots appeared in the sky behind him.

More than fifty attacked him on the cliff, and more than two hundred blocked between Rollin and the Steel Fortress.

The Saint Saint's face changed drastically: "It's a gargoyle, we must support him!"

He was about to jump off the city wall, but an air wall rose in front of him to block his path, but a master took action.

"Marson, be careful of the undead trap!" The master shouted anxiously.

They don’t know what the specific situation is ahead. As the commander of the first army, their most important responsibility is to protect the steel front fortress. How can they take risks lightly?

As soon as the master finished speaking, everyone saw that Luo Lin on the cliff had already caught a gargoyle, and at the same time, there was a sword light.

In the midst of a sword light, seven or eight gargoyles fell. In the chaos, he drove the gargoyles out of the siege and flew towards the north without intercepting.

A gargoyle followed behind him, and several lichs were also following him. The undead sword saint on the ground also rode a gargoyle and followed him.

In an instant, the figures of the group disappeared from the sight of the steel front fortress, and everyone looked at each other. In this case, they could not help but support them.

"Teacher, send out the Giant Eagle. We can at least help him deal with those gargoyles!" Coron shouted anxiously.

Edward nodded, this was the only thing they could do. He immediately issued the order. Shortly after the order was passed, the eagle trainer's eagle flute rang out, and nearly four hundred giant eagles flew out of the canyon. These were all the giant eagles that survived after the last war. They chased in the direction where the gargoyles disappeared.

"Rolin, I hope you can live." Looking at the giant eagle that was moving away from the sky, Coron silently thought in his heart. He wanted to ride the giant eagle to help, but unfortunately these eagles were unruly and only followed the orders of the eagle trainer.

This is also what everyone present thinks.

If the commander of the Silver Crusader falls, the Mosalun Bridge is very likely to be lost in the face of the offensive of the Dark Legion. This is simply a disaster for the entire continent!

This side.

Rollin clutched the gargoyle's neck with one hand. He used his anger to penetrate the other's head, allowing the other to fly by instinct only, and hold the sword in the other hand. As long as the gargoyle approaches, he will be a flame slash.

He released the flame slash very quickly and his movements were extremely flexible. The gargoyle had tried to siege three times, but he cracked them all three times. The consequence was that thirteen more gargoyles were shot down, and the opponent was just a gargoyle who was driven by it, and it was still unscathed.

This man is too flexible. He has been avoiding the important things and avoiding them when he sees it is not possible. He never fights hard, so he has not had a scar on his body until now.

Disentas and Sameier followed a hundred meters behind him, and they were not very brave enough to get close.

"Samael, I'll interfere with him with magic, you rush up?" said Disentas.

"Wait a minute, my magic of death has not recovered." Samar was still scared of the sword just now.

He thought he could beat this man, and he had twelve points of confidence before the fight, but when the real battle was fought, the opponent's sword directly shattered all his confidence.

It is true that he is not inferior to his opponent in martial arts, but with the momentum that appeared in the sword that suppressed everything, he could not breathe for a moment.

The Martial Saint is the Martial Saint, whose skills reach the holy realm, and the mind also reaches the holy realm. Skills can be used to obtain cleverness, but the cultivation of the mind cannot be easily created by tricks.

So with one sword, Samar retreated with a broken sword and suffered a huge blow to his mind.

After more than three minutes, he devoured the magic of death in the body of the second gargoyle. Only then did Samair regain his fighting spirit and said, "Okay, I'm ready, you cast the spell." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!