Skele and Arthur were completely disappointed. They dispatched all their hands, but they did not find anything valuable from the castle. They didn't even find the steel figures from where they seemed to have come out. In the underground tomb, five old ghosts were giggling. Cook was hammering his coffin frantically, shouting happily: "This group of idiots, idiots... We have sealed all the passages hundreds of years ago. How could you guys with flesh find us? Fools, idiots, idiots... Oh, give you a little fun."

Cook's hand flicked, and a slight green light flashed...

Troy was helplessly leading his companions away from the castle, shook his head to Arthur and said, "I can't find anything, there is no evil aura in the castle. It's strange, is our senses wrong?"

Troy looked at Arthur in surprise and widened his eyes, and slashed at him with a sword. He instinctively prepared to slash out with one palm, but as a holy knight, he vaguely recognized that Arthur's sword was not for him. When he changed his mind, he quickly turned around and a holy light shot out.

A rusty spearhead scattered on the ground of the castle was carrying a green light, quietly stabbing Troy's back. Arthur's sword was touching him, and he split him into two pieces with one sword, and the tips of the two spears were still flying towards Troy, just in time to meet the holy light emitted by Troy. Arthur and others watched in surprise as the spearhead melted in the holy light, and even made a squeaking sound when the insects died.

Skell asked in surprise: "Mr. Troy, what's going on? What's this?"

Troy's face became heavy, and he shook his head and said, "You are fooled. There are very powerful black magicians here. No wonder they chose this place as a duel. Well, a black magician who I can't find their traces. His strength is at least comparable to mine... Who will it be? Be careful, let's quit."

Murphy and Hagen summoned their own holy artifacts and guarded them carefully at the end, covering the group of monks and clergymen withdrew from the castle. Troy said in a deep voice: "Everyone must be careful... My companions, you are different from me. I used to be a sacred knight. I can resist sudden attacks, but you do not have my combat power... For safety, Arthur, your people, protect my companions. They can give your people a great support. As for me, give me a sword."

Skel and Hagen exchanged glances quickly. As a monk, a monk who put down his weapons actually wanted to pick up his weapons again. Is the situation really serious? The two of them secretly glanced at the small castle, and there seemed to be nothing wrong, right?

Arthur respectfully handed over his sword in the stone, and Troy smiled: "No, dear Arthur, I don't need powerful weapons, just an ordinary two-handed sword."

A deacon from the court handed over a long sword, Troy held it in his hand, danced a sword flower dryly, and whispered: "I haven't felt this way for a long time... Well..." A white light like flowing water wandered back and forth in the sword's body. At a moment, this ordinary stainless steel two-handed sword actually emitted the white light unique to the holy artifact. Although it was a little weak, no one would doubt his power.

Arthur widened his eyes: "Is this how the holy artifacts come from?"

Troy smiled: "No, the holy weapon has been trained by decades of holy power and the long-term blessing of the ascetic monk, and it has become a holy weapon. It often has a little bit of the ability of the ascetic monk himself. The long sword in my hand can only be said to be a primary holy sword... Well, it cannot be compared with a real holy weapon." After saying that, regardless of the scorching and envious gazes of the deacons nearby, Troy walked straight towards the sleeping woods.

Skel cursed in a low voice: "You bastards, do you want to be embarrassed in front of Mr. Troy? Oh, so what if this holy sword is given to you? It attracted the attention of the Dark Controversy Group, and you die faster."

The deacons dared not speak anymore. I think so, unless Troy asked everyone in the Holy See to have such a primary holy sword, whoever came out of the Vatican with such a weapon would be like saying: "Gods from the Dark Controversy Group, come and kill me..." Real holy corpses dare to come out to snatch it, let alone the quality is not very good?

Troy arranged his companions to Arthur, ran to the woods, recalling his sword skills with great pains... Those chops, blocks, blocks, and stabs were so skillful at that time, but after practicing hard for so long, he forgot everything. Troy grabbed his head in distress, and this time it was a problem. Originally, he felt much more relaxed when he saw that the other party had only thirteen vampires of the level of the duke, and he could drive them away with his companions' abilities, but now there is such a powerful black magician, which is not good news.

If the black magicians cannot be killed in the first time, the younger generations in the Holy See will definitely suffer great losses, but Arthur and his team's abilities are not enough to injure people as powerful as themselves in an instant. If they attack with the holy light, the opponent's magic shield is not a vegetarian, right? It's the most direct way to tear their bodies with a sword... But what else should they do after a slash?

After practicing hard for so long, Troy, whose heart had become ethereal, smiled helplessly and forgot everything. He sighed lightly, Troy carefully waved his long sword and began to recall his sword technique that had killed countless members of the Dark Controversy Group, which was full of murderous intent.

A breeze blew gently, and Troy's mind was completely immersed in the gradually skilled sword technique. Although he had not touched the hilt of the sword for a long time, the touch that this weapon brought to him was still so wonderful. Two thin ripples of air were mixed with the breeze just now, gently stroked Troy's neck.

Troy didn't notice this strange ripples at all. He just knelt on one knee on the ground and began to recall the prayer wrinkles he had borrowed from the angels. Then, he was surprised to find a cold on his head and a mess of white hair flew around with the breeze.

The two sneak attackers cursed angrily: "Baga." They were about to take off the dead old man's head, but who knew he suddenly fell to his knees? What are you doing when you kneel down in broad daylight? You're really a bastard.

Troy's reaction was fast enough, knowing that it was too late to fight back with a sword, and he didn't see where the enemy was. So, a strong holy light shot out from his body and sprayed it in all directions without any target. The two special ninjas took advantage of the opportunity to escape from the distance after the first attack failed, but Troy's holy light speed was too fast. He caught up with the two and illuminated the figures hidden in the wind.

Troy was like a meteor, chasing the two Thorns with long white flame tails. The violent sound of breaking through the air alarmed Arthur and the others who had returned to the barracks outside the woods. Arthur and others hurriedly chased after him and shot from the treetops with weapons in hand.

The two special nerds were slightly frightened. They were not afraid of death, but wasn’t they just attacking an old man? Why do so many people come to chase him?

The two of them dared not run to their camp, which was not an explanation to each other: "Look, we did not abide by the rules of duels. We just wanted to kill you before the duel." It would be strange if Sakura didn't execute them.

Troy was getting closer and closer, and he was approaching the canyon. Two Troy whistled and jumped directly from the high cliff, with their feet getting hurried, like two big birds, and landing lightly like fallen leaves. Troy complained: "I am so old, why do the Holy See still want me to come out and deal with these troubles? Alas... my practice." He also jumped down. It is not possible to not ask clearly. Troy wanted to ask, whose instructions were these two guys to assassinate him. If they were the other party's people, they would have to punish the other party according to the rules of duel.

The two ninjas escaped into the canyon, and a huge rock sheep rushed over. Suifeng also let out a soft hum: "Go." Then a slight sound of breaking through the air came over.

The two of them glanced at him quickly. Durcula and a group of hunters were watching this place not far away, and their guns were aimed at the poor rock sheep. The two hurriedly activated the Five Elements Escape Technique and crawled into the mud with a "swoosh".

Troy was a little too old after all, and his physical reaction speed was not as fast as before. He didn't pay attention to Yi Chen and the others who were thirty meters away. He punched the ground and muttered: "Come out for me, there is no moral, courteous, or dignified assassin."

On the cliff behind, Arthur shouted wildly: "Be careful." They also jumped down quickly, but where was there any time?

His voice was covered by a violent explosion. A grenade hit the rock sheep. The huge explosion turned the rock sheep into pieces of meat. Troy's ears were buzzing and he didn't bother to hit the punch and retreated quickly.

On the other side, Dracula grinned, and the six-barrel machine gun in his hand made a strafing sound of "Dangdang Dangdang". Yi Chen laughed and shouted loudly: "Mr. Dracula is a good person. Is it necessary to kill a goat? Let's come." The squad machine gun in his hand also swept up without hesitation. Ying pulled the trigger even more viciously, and the grenade gun in his hand shot out all the remaining seventeen grenades.

Kane laughed wildly: "I like it, hunting, it's just that I can enjoy it." With a buckle, the individual anti-tank rocket carrying him on his shoulders rushed over with a roar.

The canyon was messed up by the sound of gunfire, and huge dust and smoke covered their sight. Then, a powerful holy force like a tornado swept out from Troy's residence with a whistling sound, sweeping the bullets, shrapnel, dust, and smoke, revealing Troy's slightly embarrassed figure. Yi Chen pretended to behave and exclaimed: "God, why are there anyone there? Ceasefire, ceasefire..."

Arthur and others arrived at the scene and looked at Yi Chen and others with great enthusiasm.

Skel asked in a deep voice: "Did you do it on purpose? Send someone to assassinate Mr. Troy and then lie in ambush here?"

Yi Chen pulled Ying, who wanted to go forward to answer, and met her, and said with an innocent look on her face: "Oh, sir, I'm sorry... We are hunting, our target was originally the rock sheep, but why did this Mr. Troy suddenly appear near our target? This is really an unfortunate thing. He was not injured, right? How could this be possible if we deliberately assassinate Mr. Troy?"

Before Skell answered, Yi Chen had already spread his hands and said sincerely: "Look, I know that you are all people with powerful and strange powers. Mr. Troy is not injured at all. If I really want to assassinate you, I will definitely arrange a batch of heavy artillery. How could I use such light weapons?"

Arthur pointed at the squad in Yi Chen's hand with anger and used the machine gun: "God, are you hunting? Well? You hunt with this weapon? Do you think we are fools?" After that, he even more annoyedly pointed at Dracula's Gatling machine gun, Sakura's grenade gun, and Kane's bazooka with blue smoke.

Troy walked up with a wry smile, shook his head without saying a word. His heart, which was already like an ancient well, had rippled. Who did he provoke? First, two strange people almost cut off their heads, and then when chasing people, they were inexplicably taught a lesson by modern firearms. Although they were not injured, they were really a bit unfair. So, let Arthur argue with them.

Yi Chen blinked his eyes and pointed at the prey carried by Jester and seven bad vampires behind, the rock sheep with missing arms and legs, rabbits with holes all over their bodies, and eagles whose stomachs were blown up, and so on. He said helplessly: "Look, we have hunted so much, of course... It is absolutely impossible to say that we deliberately want to assassinate Mr. Troy like this... Of course, maybe our habits are a bit weird. You can't accept our hunting method like this, but don't you think it's more pleasure to shoot prey with a machine gun?"

Arthur was stunned. He had no words at all. If he could not catch the two genitals, he had no evidence that it was Yi Chen and the others who arranged the matter this time. What's more, what if he caught it? As long as Yi Chen said lightly, "These two guys are not ours." What else can Arthur do?

So, the people of the Holy See retreated in anger. Only Troy looked at Yi Chen with fun, nodded gently, and smiled at him.

Yi Chen smiled gracefully and bowed to Troy gently, with a look of extreme apology and embarrassment on his face. However, when Troy and the others left, Yi Chen immediately turned his face and muttered viciously: "Damn it, Ying, if you had known that your people would have led this old guy over, Kane's bazooka should have replaced the armor-piercing bomb...Phil, please pay attention to contact those guys, they should be entering the sniper position."

Dracula yelled a few times: "Although he was not killed, it was really satisfying to be able to carry a weapon to sweep at a senior figure in the Holy See. Afterwards, they couldn't pursue anything. Ha, especially my identity, but their mortal enemy, it was really satisfying."

A group of people laughed sinisterly. Chekov carried the shotgun and walked to the place where the rock sheep was crushed just now, muttering: "I wasted so many bullets, so I have to pick up something back. I have to pay nothing but rewards. It is something that idiots do... Boss, it's great, and half of my legs are left to make soup."

Yi Chen ignored Chekov and muttered to Ying, "Your subordinates, it's best not to provoke those too powerful people. Let's slowly eliminate their subordinates. If you can kill five or six of his subordinates a day, I'll see if they can laugh until the day of the duel."

Sakura nodded slightly, and was about to say something, Dracula had already interrupted: "Ha, we want to create a chance for them to be single, and then, we concentrate our superior forces and completely kill them at once. The Japanese have about two hundred people hidden, and my subordinates have more than one hundred masters hidden, hehe, those idiots thought we were more than one hundred people on the surface, and we can kill most of them before the duel."

Yi Chen nodded, Ying forgot what she wanted to say just now, and asked Dracula curiously: "Mr. Dracula, where are your subordinates hiding?"

Chekov ran back with half of the rock lamb leg and said with a giggle: "They? Some guys are hiding under my camp bed. I only threw in a few socks in the morning to play with them." The seven bad vampires laughed wildly. It was really a pleasure to see the same tribe who was equivalent to them to suffer.

Sakura quickly glanced at the black socks on Chekov's feet, and her face turned pale.

Yi Chen looked at the spoils at each of us, shrugged and said, "About an morning, our harvest is OK. Only good weapons can bring good prey. We should go back... Let's consider how to let them know exactly the number of people on our surface? And they must be clear at all times that our people are in the barracks, so that we can attack them."

The group returned to the camp with conspiracy along the way, handed over the incomplete prey to Ying's subordinates to clean up, Ying's teacher suddenly came over and said in a low voice: "Yang, come with me." He turned around and walked towards the side of the castle.

Ying made an apologetic gesture and hurriedly followed. Yi Chen smiled and sat at the dining table under the big tree. He chatted with Dracula in a mess, while his mind had already secretly followed Ying. Yi Chen muttered in his heart: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on purpose, but this old man seemed very dissatisfied with me. I don't want to be stabbed in the back."

Sakura and the short and thin old man walked to a corner of the castle wall and stood down. Sakura asked him respectfully: "Teacher Iwata, what are your instructions?" Yi Chen was secretly glad that if he had not learned a few Japanese words recently to deal with Yamaguchi Group, he would really not understand what Sakura said.

The old man Iwata snorted in a big way: "Sakura, you were sent to Mount Fuji since you were a child. I know your nature. You are an excellent samurai, but you are not suitable to be an excellent leader. Sometimes you are too confused... Why do you have to be so close to that Chinese person?"

Sakura looked at Iwada blankly: "Teacher, I don't care how you evaluate me, but Yi is my friend."

Iwada whispered to him: "Shut up, the Chinese are unreliable. That Yi Chen is just using the power of your Yamaguchi group to make money for him. Look, how much benefit has he exploited from you? Baga, are you a fool? Yes, Sakura, you are a fool. You bought a batch of arms and then bought another passenger plane. You are really a fool."

Sakura frowned: "Teacher Iwata, everything Yi gives me is what we need. Your statement has nothing to say. Although Yi is a Chinese, he is my friend."

A heavy slap on Sakura's face, Iwada roared in a low voice: "Shut up, you bastard. Don't think that you are the leader of Yamaguchi's London team and dare to contradict me. Juhua's internal affairs are nothing I don't know... Yamaguchi's illegitimate son, hum... Do you think you can go to heaven? It turns out that he is a bastard, and he actually makes friends with the Chinese people."

Sakura lowered her head heavily and shouted loudly: "Hey, thank you for your teaching."

Iwada muttered: "Remember, Sakura, don't trust that guy, hum... But, although I know you are the child that Iwada accidentally made, after all, you are my apprentice, and I will take care of you. As long as you listen to me wholeheartedly, I will support you to become the head of the Lin family. Think about it carefully for yourself." Iwada touched his beard and walked back proudly.

Yi Chen sneered. This old ghost seemed to be unwilling to be lonely and wanted to control Ying. Seeing Ying wanting to make friends with him, he simply rushed Ying Ying's privacy and hit his psychological defense. He was indeed a bastard.

Sakura stood there, her clothes dancing all over her body. He slowly raised his head, and his beautiful big eyes flashing with black light were revealed in his murderous intent, and his long hair was flying in the air like a snake.

Yi Chen looked at this scene and felt aroused: "Hey, should you take the opportunity to kill this old ghost Iwata? Um... you can appropriately increase the hatred between the Japanese and the Holy See. It is best to put the bodies of both sides together? Um, should you ask Sakura what it means?"

Ying walked back as usual, but Yi Chen still noticed his slightly trembling hands keenly. Yi Chen greeted him with a smile: "Ying, come here, come here, have the best wine prepared here."

Sakura walked over with a stiff smile and sat down gently. The mature Dracula poured a glass of wine for Sakura and muttered, "Is there something wrong with my kid? Hum? I don't see your expression very well, right? Well, the capillaries on the face are a little blocked, and I was slapped?"

Yi Chen looked at Ying with a smile, and suddenly asked him straightforwardly: "Will the one who wants me kill your teacher?"

Sakura was stunned for a moment, shook all over, and looked around carefully, and found that Yi Chen and Durcula's hands were nearby. She quickly whispered: "Shh, how can you say that? Now these masters in the camp are all trained by Teacher Iwata. They are the most loyal to him except to their own family... Be careful... Why do you ask this?"

Yi Chen smiled and said, "This, I think you look bad, and that old man seems to be very arrogant. Give me a dollar, I think Mr. Dracula will be happy to help, right? Well, Mr. Dracula, that old man's blood must be very nourishing."

Dracula muttered, "It's no good for me to kill him. Although a human is not worth it, it's not cost-effective to attack a human master for a dollar."

Yi Chen bewitched him: "How come there is no benefit? If this dead old man is killed, the masters of Ying must have thought it was done by people from the Holy See, and they will definitely vent their anger at the Holy See. Originally, they only had very strong power, and they might be able to exert twelve points... Isn't it a very beautiful thing to be able to kill people from the Holy See?"

Ying looked at Yi Chen and Dracula silly discussing the issue. Yi Chen was a little too poisonous, so she simply put Ying aside and completely regarded it as if he had agreed to kill Iwata. Ying stuttered: "Yi, we want to..."

Yi Chen interrupted Ying like a fly, and said to Dracula with a smile: "Also, look, if you kill him, you can suck a good meal of blood. You must be willing to try such a powerful human blood, right? Isn't it? What's more, we can deal with the people of the Holy See?"

Dracula nodded softly, he was already a little moved.

Sakura licked her lips and said anxiously: "Yi, you can't just do it like this... Teacher Iwata is very powerful and a master."

Yi Chen sobbed lightly: "Oh, it turns out that you are afraid that Mr. Dracula can't deal with him? Well, this is also a problem."

Dracula's face changed, and he said gloomyly: "What did you say? I can't deal with a human? Yi, you are insulting me, it must be."

Yi Chen said relaxedly: "Then, one dollar, you go and kill him and let me see... Look, he was bullying our children just now, right? Sakura? Don't you want to kill him? Well, if you kill him, you can become the real leader of these people, right? Well, among these people now, you have the highest status, right? Perhaps, after this duel is completed, you can find an excuse to let the super masters of the Lin family stay in London? Is it a bad thing for you to increase your own strength?"

Sakura closed her eyes and thought, while Dracula had already started to grit her teeth. He thought: "Yi actually said I can't kill a dead old man? Let's see how I play with him... Well, to take disaster, to the people of the Holy See, then, to send someone to rob two low-level clergy from the Holy See, and let the three of them die together. Well, it's a perfect plan."

Sakura's expression changed rapidly. He nodded heavily and said, "So, please... I have no feelings for him and I." He reached out and touched his pocket, and then embarrassedly found that there was not a single bill on him.

Yi Chen easily attracted Jester, took out a few coins from him and gave them to Dracula, and said with a smile: "Mr. Dracula, please ask you... Jest, you are so embarrassed that you don't even have a large amount of coins on your body..."

Dracula looked at the coin in his hand in amazement and said viciously: "Yi, you said it was a dollar, so what do you mean now? Do you not know how to count insults?"

Yi Chen said for granted: "When I was acting as a killer business, I always received a commission of 25%. Is there anything wrong with it? Look, I gave you 80% of the amount, and I still got 5% less."

Jester nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Dracula, this is the rule on the Tao, don't you know? Alas, you zombie nobles who are pampered and live in vain..."

Chekov quickly came over and interrupted with a smile: "How could he know the difficulties of those of us who make a living."

Yi Chen kicked the two of them, kicked them away, and said with a smile: "Look, this will be perfect, tonight, huh?"

Sakura nodded silently and looked at Dracula. Dracula was angry and rubbed his hands, crushed the coins, and waved them out.
To be continued...