Wang Qinian heard a roar, and then a knight's aura rose. Wang Qinian frowned. He did not expect that there was such a knight in the Normandy Earls army, which was only a line away from the great knight. The rising aura made the entire battlefield beat, but the battlefield was not something that a knight could decide, and then it was still in chaos.

Andrea pale and said, "Knight, no, the Great Knight!"

A figure strode, and the dark yellow sword light on the big sword in his hand was ten cubits, condensed like yellow crystal. Under one sword, a knight broke into two pieces. The person who came was Joshuhan, the butler of the Count of Normandy.

Why did he come? He was not by the Count of Normandy, and he had to start from before. The Count of Normandy had fallen asleep. Joshuan was sleeping with his clothes before the tent in Normandy. His sword was at hand. Suddenly, the explosion of heaven and earth cracking sounded. He was shocked and sat up immediately.

The Count of Normandy also woke up. When he heard the voice, he hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

Joshuhan lifted the tent and said nothing, but when the fire outside surged into the sky, the Earl of Normandy felt a slump. He was a general, of course he knew what happened, and his face suddenly sank. He was still counting on the last glimmer of hope and hurriedly put on his armor. Joshuhan helped him. After finally putting it in, there was a violent explosion outside. He heard that the direction was the artillery. Then the soldiers roared and scattered, shouting and horse neighing, and a group of people were in chaos. Several generals in the army stumbled, and a camp roar had already occurred in the army.

The Count of Normandy's face turned pale. He knew that he was defeated. He got on his horse and drew out the sword. The magic circle on his body had begun to move, emitting a soft white light. His eyes were red. He was about to rush forward. He was pulled by Joshuhan and his hand was on the back of his neck. Normandy fainted.

"Take the count away quickly, I'll stop the enemy." After Joshuhan finished speaking, he handed over the man to a general, and then said like a loud sound: "Robin, you are not a hero, dare to fight me!"

His voice raised his momentum to his limit, leaving only a line away from the Great Knight. However, what he didn't expect was that his voice made the ordinary soldier even more confused: "No, Robin is here in person! Run!"

At this time, he didn't care about this and stepped forward. He did not wear armor, but was wearing gray clothes. The sword aura in his hand continued to rise in big steps, and the sword aura became more and more pure.

A knight slashed down the big sword in his hand, but he had no hope at all. A sword light flashed in his hand, and the knight was divided into two pieces and fell under the horse.

Andrea moved his hand and boomerang out, spinning and turning into a golden moon, slashing towards him. He picked up, sparks and boomerang flew away, but it didn't spin back. Andrea was about to shoot again, but Boomerang was still boomerang, Wang Qinian stopped her: "It's useless. Although he is not a big knight, he is only a line away from the big knight. Alfred, you protect Miss Andrea, you retreat, I'll fight him."

"Qi Nian, can you do it? You are not his opponent!" Andrea was anxious.

Wang Qinian did not answer and slowly pulled out the sword in his staff. In an instant, the sword light lit up, reaching six cubits in a blink of an eye, his eyes were cold and he conquered Joshuhan.

Andrea was stunned. This was not emitted by the magic circle. This was a real sword energy. How could it be? Half a year ago, he didn't even know basic swordsmanship. Half a year later, he actually became a master of the knight level. Did he hide his skills? No, Robin said that he reached Sam's level in magic, which is level 5 or 6, and the knight level was not at all. At most, he could bully low-level knights with magic swords. It was a qualitative change from low-level knights to knights, and many people could not reach it in their lifetime.

When Joshuhan saw it, he smiled: "Your swordsmanship is just a low-level knight. At most, it is a long way off to consider the middle-level knights. If you want to fight with me."

As he said that, the sword in his hand was forward, like a condensed yellow crystal, pointing directly to his heart. The sword energy was not only condensed, but also had a suppressive power. Wang Qinian suddenly felt like he was pressing a mountain.

"Don't you talk too much? If you only follow the level, then you don't need to fight. Just make the level brighter. Sword technique is not only sword energy, but also skills, break it for me!" Wang Qinian's sword light not only did not grow, but instead shrank one elbow. The stinging sword in his hand suddenly buzzed, and ten swords burst out in an instant. The sword swords were different, and the buzzing sounded, quietly disintegrating the sword intent. He was at the cost of more than ten swords just to break a sword. The pressure was a true meaning in the sword, which did not really exist. Wang Qinian felt it. At this moment, he finally understood the difference between the great knight and the knight. Although he had fought with the great knight, because the difference was too big, he couldn't feel it. He felt the overwhelming pressure, and now he understood.

Wang Qinian used tricks to break the clumsy, and Joshuhan's sword was broken, his eyes were full of surprise, but he snorted coldly: "The trick of the devil!"

Wang Qinian didn't wait for him to fire out the second sword. With his hand raised, the fireball roared out. Joshuhan used a casual sword and exploded. The fireball disappeared. As soon as the fireball was destroyed, Wang Qinian's wind blade arrived again, and he sneered in his eyes: "My magic is just a low-level, what can I do to me!"

The sword in his hand was raised, and the wind blade seemed to be attracted, and it went up like his sword. One sword was soaring to the sky. The wind blade cut on the sword energy, jingling, his eyes showed a cold light, the sword was brewing down, his body rose, and he slashed at Wang Qinian who was riding on the horse.

Wang Qinian clamped his legs and the horse's belly. The horse rushed forward and leaned forward. With the help of the horse's impulse, the sword energy grew one elbow and reached seven cubits. The two swords intersected. With a sound, Joshuhan threw it out. He was already in the air and had no focus, but Wang Qinian was united in the horse and was only greater than him in terms of strength. The surging force formed a big wave and was thrown out immediately.

Joshuhan only felt a trembling force up along his arms, attacking his internal organs. His arm trembled rapidly, and the sword energy disappeared suddenly, but it did not disappear. It was just a deal with the force that invaded the body. In a blink of an eye, the force that invaded the body was forced out. The person landed on the ground, and the feet slipped down the moment he landed on the ground.

Wang Qinian was not feeling well. Although most of the power was borne by the horse under him, the horse neighed and took a few steps back. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground. Wang Qinian grew up and jumped up. He calculated that although he was not as good as Joshuhan in terms of knight level, fighting was fighting, which was a collection of multiple factors. Wang Qinian used his brain to fight and made full use of various factors. He had already arranged greasy techniques at the place where Joshuhan was settled. A very ordinary magic could be used even if he was a magic apprentice. So when Joshuhan landed, his feet slipped and he immediately stood up, his feet nailed to the ground like nails.

Wang Qinian jumped up, and the sword in his hand shone with a sword light, and tangled towards Joshuhan like thunder. Joshuhan was shocked, but he was not panicked. It was too late to resist the sword in his hand, and his feet slipped, and he reluctantly couldn't lift his hand. He twisted his body, and avoided the vital points in an urgent manner. Blood splattered. Wang Qinian opened a hole under his ribs, half a foot long, but he did not hit the vital points. Although it was miserable, it was not life-threatening.

Under such circumstances, Joshuhan could not be killed. Wang Qinian sighed in his heart, and a whirlpool was swift. At this time, Joshuhan had already risen, and his aura was rising all the way, and he actually broke through at the last moment, breaking through the limit, reaching the Great Knight.

Joshuhan himself did not expect that under such circumstances, he would be overjoyed. He was already desperate, especially as people were already old, and he never thought that there would be a chance to make a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of life and death, he actually achieved a breakthrough. He understood that the knight's breakthrough was in a life-and-death battle, and he even regretted that he understood it a little too late.

As soon as he broke through, a huge pressure rose. After all, he had just broken through and could not control his breath independently. In an instant, Andrea and Alfred's faces changed drastically, and Andrea was about to break up.

Wang Qinian suddenly turned around: "Andrea, go quickly and wait for me at the agreed place!"

Andrea just spoke: "Don't..." Before he finished speaking, Alfred next to him pulled her like a horse: "Don't go up, this level of battle is no longer something you and I can interfere with. Don't disturb Mr. Wang, give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it, let's go."

Seeing this, Wang Qinian nodded unconsciously. Joshuhan's confidence increased greatly at this time. A big knight could already affect the battlefield of thousands of people. Leaving Wang Qinian, he would rush towards the scattered people.

"You are mine, and it is impossible to influence the battlefield." Wang Qinian said coldly.

The aura of his body changed, and a cold aura suddenly appeared. A green light flashed in his eyes, and a black mist suddenly wrapped the two of them with Wang Qinian as the center.

"Are you a necromancer?!" Joshuhan shouted, feeling incredible. You must know that although the necromancer is annoying, he is the darling of the army. He often blocks one side and summons skeletons to form an undead corps. Although it is restricted by the Creator Bishop, the military forces of various countries often think they are treasures, especially those who reach the level of a magician, which is enough to summon more than a thousand skeleton corps. Although it takes only half an hour, on the changing battlefield, it is the last straw that overwhelms the opponent. Only magical techniques can restrain them.

When he shouted, the figures of skeletons had already appeared in the fog, and they were neatly numbered and thirty. They held up swords and guns and ran towards him. The skeletons were actually very flexible.

In desperation, a yellow light shone on his body, and the sword light in his palm broke through twenty cubits and swept out with a bang. In an instant, the sword lights were everywhere, and white bones fell to the ground. For the big knight, these skeletons were vulnerable, but for ordinary soldiers, it was different.

He laughed: "The Necromancer is just like this!"
Chapter completed!