Indeed, Allen had to think about the other party being in front of him, and had to think carefully, and prepare a series of back-ups to ensure his safety.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a thing as a son of a daughter who would not sit in the hukou hall.

But the problem is that all these arrangements and all the assumptions are based on the other party being safely and securely in the protection of a group of people, far away from Allen.

Instead of the current situation, we are only about one meter away when we drink tea and talk to Allen face to face.

To be honest, Allen was really curious about what kind of courage the other party was so close to him.

In the past life, there was a saying that people could win the enemy's country within a short distance, and in this life, this truth was fully interpreted by extraordinary power.

For the Silver Warriors, the distance of 1,000 meters is only a short distance, and the distance of 100 meters is even more instant.

The distance between Allen and Dalton is one meter.

This distance is no longer the so-called close-fitting short stroke, it is close to the face, and the mind moves, which is something that can happen at the same time without a forward and back order.

At this level of close distance, Allen said that he could press the other party to fight before the other party reacted.

In this case, if Dalton wants to avoid the dilemma of being beheaded, then he can rely on only those high-level magic tools that can be automatically triggered without reaction.

But the problem is that even such high-level magic tools cannot be too many of them.

And Allen was sure that even though Dalton had that instant passive teleportation magic tool, Dalton could not avoid a sad ending.

Because, although for Allen now, it is still difficult to tear the space barrier like Uncle Buck of the Holy See, and his body breaks through the void.

After all, Alan, who has not reached the silver level, is really fantastic to reach the level that only those who can reach the golden level war rank.

But if it only disrupts the teleportation fluctuations and makes the other party unable to get what they want, Allen said he is still very sure.

Not to mention anything else, Alan broke through the sky with a long sword and pulled out space cracks in the air. He didn't know how many times he did it.

For him, this kind of thing really makes perfect.

To be honest, Allen has now completed the pre-requisite requirement for space shuttle and opens up the void.

If Allen was stronger and could complete his physical body to resist the turbulence of space, or find any way to block the turbulence of space, he could try the space teleportation method of the warrior.

So far, although Allen cannot do this, it is just a lack of basic attributes, not a problem with Allen's combat power.

So, for Allen, a long sword breaks through the air, cuts through the void, and breaks the space spell, is really not a problem.

"Do you want to try it?"

Dalton said with a chuckling look on his head.

Alan stared at the other person's face. Although the clear lake of heart could not reflect the other person's face, it still had a keen insight beyond the naked eye.

The environment suddenly became quiet, and the scene where Alan and Dalton looked at each other seemed to have become a solidified picture.

In this picture, one is smiling and relaxed, the other is calm and solemn. The two have different temperaments and attitudes, but they have a natural tit-for-tat sense.

Allen really wanted to see something from the other person's expression, whether it was good or bad, but at least it could inspire him and make a choice.

But the truth is, no!

The other party's expression was not disguised, not concealed, not other cover, not less deep and gloomy as Alan imagined.

It was as if what he showed on his face was the thoughts in his heart. His face was like a waterless well, and he could see it at first glance. It was clean and simple.

However, Allen would not believe this fact.

If Dalton was such a simple guy, the other party would have long since died.

He still tends to have magic tools on the other party that can interfere with his perception or judgment, which makes him deviate to a certain extent from his impression of the other party.

However, in this way, he had no idea what the other party was thinking.

It is impossible to make corresponding judgments based on this.

Dada dada...

The index finger placed on the hilt of the knife taps it to create an extremely dull and solemn rhythm.

The sound is like the gloomy thunder before the heavy rain, with a depressing depression.

The sound of knocking was so thin that it was hard to hear at first, but gradually, it became clearer. It was like a very distant lightning slashing through the sky, breaking through the clouds, illuminating a sky. The rolling thunder seemed to come from afar, bringing a violent roar from far to near.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

Unconsciously, the heartbeat rhythm of others who quietly surrounded Alan and Dalton at the center began to accelerate, bit by bit, slight, although weak, but it really existed.

As Allen's knocking sounded like a big bell, the heartbeat of the people beside him began to rise loudly.

However, their expressions were told that they did not seem to be as excited as their bodies.

Extremely bright flush appeared on their faces, and fine bloodshot spread out from their pupils, scarlet and violent, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The blue veins swelled up on their foreheads, making their faces look even more ferocious.

However, their muscles were twitching unconsciously. The instinctive pain and begging on their faces made their image as evil spirits less evil and seem a little funny.

Dalton didn't care about the reaction of the people next to him. He just stared at Allen, with a gentle and indifferent smile on his face.

"Are you ready to do it?"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Allen to answer, and he replied as if he was talking to himself, "That's right, for people like you, you have never been bound by the words of others. No matter what you hear, you have to try it yourself before you can feel at ease."

"He is like this, you are like this, it's really a family..."

As he said that, his voice suddenly became weaker and became thinner and weaker than that. After all, with Allen's current hearing, even if the mosquitoes and flies flap their wings, it was clearly audible.

But at this time, even if Allen had already reached a very high level of listening, he could not hear clearly what the other party was saying.

However, he didn't need to hear it clearly.

Zheng!

The long sword that was placed horizontally on the knee by Allen suddenly came out of the sheath, and a violent sword sound that shocked the four fields.

This sound is different from the past. It is no longer clear or high-pitched, but becomes low and solemn, with a domineering manner in which the world is long and low.

The violent sword sounded like thunder, landing on the nine heavens and descending to the world with an unrivaled power.

And at this moment, at the moment when Allen drew his sword and unsheathed it.

The momentum that had accumulated arisen because of Allen's tapping on the hilt of the knife suddenly rose, breaking through the invisible barrier.

Bang bang bang bang...

The continuous burst sounded in Alan's ears, one after another.

These unlucky guys who were not slightly injured in the attack like a meteor fell to the ground before Allen. The original injuries had not healed yet, and they even barely completed the bandage, and even the blood had not stopped.

Of course, what kind of resistance do they have when facing such a terrifying knife?

The accumulated and worsened injuries were completely broken by the sound of the swords that exploded with the sound of the thunder.

The wound that had not yet healed cracked again, and scarlet blood gushed out like a tide that had leaked from the gate. In a few breaths, white gauze was dyed red, and bloody flowers were dotted on the ground.

What's more, the internal injury that could barely suppress after Allen's fall into the sky was completely destroyed at this moment, and there was no room for recovery. Blood slowly flowed out from the acupoints such as mouth, ears, eyes, nose and other acupoints. Before others could react, they had completely fallen down and there was no possibility of getting up.

However, at this time, no one will have symptoms of care about others. After all, at this time, most people are too busy to take care of themselves and have the energy to look around.

At this moment, the onlookers surrounding Dalton and Allen fell down like harvesting wheat, with strange and colorful deaths.

To be honest, even the experienced old detective of the Public Security Department would be dumbfounded if he was here.

After all, the richness of these dead shapes is indeed beyond their imagination.

However, both Allen and Dalton were just focusing on each other and seemed to be unaware of the outside world.

Sao!

Unlike the sound of the sword drawn out of the sheath, there was no earth-shaking sound when Allen swung the sword.

There was only a very light sound like a cracked cloth.

A long sword surrounded by white gold light waved by, and the space also cracked like cloth, leaking out the dark, chaotic void.

At this moment, Alan was sitting upright, with a long sword with a platinum light, and Dalton, who had no expression on his face, seemed to have become a very quiet and dynamic picture, with a very strange beauty.

Alan sat down with his waist and waved his long sword with a solemn expression, like a god beating a drum, and had a huge and sacred spirit.

The long sword in Allen's hand was not very huge, but at this moment, it seemed to expand endlessly as it fell, and was as majestic as a mountain, pressing down with an extremely grand momentum, trying to cut off everything and eliminate worries.

All of this sounds very long, but in the material world, it is less than a blink of an eye.

Before the rumbling sound boom could spread, it was just that the blast of the blast had already begun, and Allen's blade had already touched Dalton's head, as if he could kill the opponent in the next moment.

However, there was no joy on Allen's face.

Even, it is as gloomy as water.

The next moment, a grand and sacred aura erupted from Dalton.

The immortal breath flashed away, as if it could crush the space, resulting in an extremely terrifying situation.

This space seemed to be unable to withstand such a majestic pressure, and it naturally shattered, covered with dense spider web cracks.

However, even though the space has reached such a miserable situation, it has not been completely broken.

Otherwise, among everyone here, except Alan to Dalton, there will be one who will be shattered by the spatial fluctuations caused by the collision between the void and the material world.
To be continued...