Be dragged into the room by the succubus

There was an uproar on the deck, and even the music that had been playing before stopped, and the strings in the hands of several musicians burst.

Destroyed by the momentum unleashed by the legends unconsciously!

At that moment just now, not only the Grand Duke Hanthorn didn't notice the appearance of the sword-wielder, but even the group of them hardly noticed it!

Thinking back carefully now, it was definitely not a simple teleportation.

There were many spellcasters present, none of them noticed the fluctuation of magic power, and the possibility of teleporting spells was basically ruled out.

The other party is using other teleportation abilities.

Psionic teleportation?Teleportation across planes?

Or is it some kind of unknown special ability?

The legend with only blue eyes seemed to have noticed something, and looked at the long sword at the waist of the sword bearer in shock.

In his cognition, the other party seems to have squeezed into this space forcibly!

First, the space is locked and shaped under the change of a certain force, and finally it is connected with a special medium.

To be able to do these two points, either through extremely superb skills, or to break through the barrier of space with powerful force.

No matter what it is, the other party is not a simple character.

His voice sounded in the mind of the red-haired legend, with a little seriousness and caution:

"Be careful, this is [Sword Holder]..."

Seeing the two confronting each other, the legends all showed interested expressions after the initial shock.

Not all legends are interested in other people's affairs. Many people come here only to meet Augustus, and are unwilling to get involved in other disputes.

But now it's different...

Mixing fights and watching fun are two different things.

Hit it!

Never mind watching!

Do it!

Boring, I want to see blood flow into rivers!

Instead of caring about the thoughts of the legends around him, the sword bearer stood quietly.

The knight didn't hold his head high, but his aura was in stark contrast to that of the panicked Grand Duke Frostthorn just now.

High judgment.

Quietly looking at some Grand Duke Hanthorn who was speechless because of the words just now, the sword wielder asked:

"You, why are you silent?"

The unemotional and indifferent voice made the listener even more mocking.

"You...you this!?"

He was despised by Keynes before, and he lost his composure just now because of the appearance of the sword bearer, and now he is still humiliated like this...

The chilly aura on Duke Hanthorn's body was on the verge of getting out of control!

As long as it is stimulated again, it will explode desperately.

Fortunately, he still has reason.

No!

Can't shoot!

This is the territory of Jia Silin's family, and there are other invited guests, so taking action now is a provocation to everyone.

And, Augustus is coming soon.

Absolutely can't make a move, at least I can't be the first one to make a move!

Immediately after the icy cold breath erupted, it shrank, and Grand Duke Hanthorn forced himself to calm down, snorting coldly:

"What do you want me to say?"

His upright figure did not show the slightest wavering, and the eyes under the helmet stared indifferently ahead.

"An explanation."

"Why would I not have the guts to appear in front of you?"

slap.

Standing in place, every second that the sword-wielder exists now is a resounding slap on the face of Grand Duke Hanthorn.

The complexion under the mask was embarrassing, and Hanthorn's originally suppressed anger almost broke out again.

"what……"

Don't fall for the trap!

Clenching his fists hard, Han Thorn understood that he could not hand over the rhythm to the opponent, and must fight back.

"Hehe, explain? Why should I explain to you?"

Looking carefully at the sword-wielder, Hanthorn kept comparing it with the feeling when he saw it last time.

Breath, posture, coercion...

Although there is no problem on the surface, but relying on various details, Hanthorn is very sure that the sword holder at this moment is different from the last time, and it is indeed a legend!

The person who holds the sword twice is not the same person!

Now, the handle is in my hands!

After figuring this out, Hanthorn's anger was swept away, and he felt relaxed.

There is only one person who can pull out the Word of Judgment, and only that person is the real sword bearer.

The person in front of him was a true legend, but he was a counterfeit of the sword holder.

Ha ha ha.

"I'm curious about one thing now, who are you?"

With a sneer, Hanthorn sneered at the unresponsive sword-holder and asked:

"Are you really, the [Sword Holder]?"

……

……

Bencheng, Shireen's laboratory.

Jiang Wan stood silently in front of the huge screen, and locked the tracking target firmly on Ning Feng.

For a long time, she didn't look back, and suddenly said:

"Shireen?"

Behind him, no one answered.

Lowering her head, Jiang Wan silently took a deep breath.

Suck……

Looking up suddenly, she shouted in the quiet room:

"Where did you go!?"

"What about you? You're not here at all!"

We agreed to watch the live broadcast together, where the hell did you go?

Unfortunately, in the face of the angry roar, there was still no response in the room.

"Ha... ah, ha..."

Then, she turned her head and looked around the room, and finally found a letter for herself on the table in Shireen's bedroom.

Brows furrowed open, reading quickly.

"........."

Then, Jiang Wan shouted even louder.

"what!"

"We agreed to stay at home together, but you actually sneaked away alone!"

Slapping the letter paper on the table fiercely, Jiang Wan angrily scolded:

"Are you elope here for me?"

"hateful!!!"

……

……

The helmet was slightly tilted, and the existence in the full-body armor seemed a little surprised, and he used another perspective to observe the cold thorn.

But after a few seconds, he shook his head and said calmly:

"I am the sword bearer."

And this kind of reaction of the sword-wielding person, in the view of Han Ting, is a manifestation of a guilty conscience, taking advantage of the victory and chasing after him:

"If you are, why don't you draw your sword?"

"Only the person who pulls out the words of judgment is the [sword bearer] of the court, and there is no legend that can be pretended to be."

"I don't know how you got this sword, but if you can't prove it, you are provoking the dignity of the court."

The aura on his body gradually rose with the words, and the cold thorns that had been suppressed at this moment showed a terrifying aura that belonged to legend.

In his mouth, the counterfeit sword-wielder in front of him is already an ignorant person trying to provoke the trial.

The pattern on his mask is frosty thorns, which is not just a pattern.

Grand Duke Coldthorn, he is a thorny thorn covered with bitter frost in the court of interrogation. As a legendary interrogator, his aura is very terrifying.

He is a torturer, a master of the dark arts, and a brutal executioner.

Facing this dangerous aura, the sword bearer remained calm,

He didn't pull it out and pick it up on the spot, and didn't even make a half-movement, but asked directly:

"Then who do you think I am?"

The rising aura was blocked by Qing Piao, Han Ting was stunned for a moment, and then sneered:

"I don't care who you are, but it's definitely not the sword bearer."

After thinking about it, Grand Duke Coldthorn thought of the clown who delivered the message for him after the sword bearer left last time.

Iger who said that humiliating sentence with exaggerated movements!

Also a legend of the Tribunal, Iger, who is not allied with them, is also an alternative.

But he doesn't fight for anything, and has no interest in power at all, so he was ignored after being targeted a few times.

After all, no one would feel bad for a legend who just huddled in his dilapidated laboratory every day and lived in an old small house that didn't match the legend.

"Maybe, you're that dark mouse that likes to hide in its own burrow."

hum.

As soon as Hanthorn's words fell, an obvious wave of teleportation appeared in good time, and Iger's figure stepped out of it quickly.

"Ahahaha, I'm late, I'm late, the archmage hasn't arrived yet!"

A third masked legend appeared.

"Fortunately, it was too late, and I almost missed it."

The position where Iger appeared happened to be standing in front of Grand Duke Coldthorn. After he looked around for a week and didn't see Augustus, he smiled at his old enemy:

"Oh, oh, isn't this the smelly poisonous snake in the cell? Why, were you thinking about me, a little mouse, just now?"

The tone was full of ridicule, but Iger's every word pierced Hanthorn's heart.

He felt the eyes of other legends now, and he could think of what the other party was thinking.

Look how fun it is!

As soon as he said that the other party dared not appear in front of him, the real master appeared.

He just said that the other party was Iger, but Iger appeared on the spot in the next second.

He now said that the other party was not the sword bearer, but a counterfeit...

Can you believe it?

Even if it is proved, so what, with the current situation, there will definitely be people who suspect that the sword wielder will be real in the next second...

"Don't talk? I'm quite shy today. It's really not like you."

Looking at Iger who spread his hands exaggeratedly, Hanthorn snorted angrily:

"……Humph!"

However, the original atmosphere of stalemate in the field has been interrupted by the appearance of Iger, and he no longer confronts the sword bearer.

Enough is enough... let's call it a day.

Hanthorn could tell that the opponent had definitely come prepared, and had already set up a situation and was waiting for him.

Can't stay any longer.

Feeling that everything is not going well, Hanthorn doesn't want to stay here anymore, and doesn't care about Augustus, so he will leave here immediately.

But just when he was about to turn around and leave...

The sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed resounded!

Clang.

The movement stopped, and the piercing gaze passed over Iger, and looked coldly at the opposite sword bearer.

"……what are you going to do?"

Only one inch out of the sheath of the long sword, the sword holder didn't make any more movements, just looked at him quietly.

"You need to apologize."

!!!

"You want me to apologize to you? What are you kidding?"

Now I don't want to get entangled with you, how dare you mess around! ?

There are no more words, and if the words of judgment are raised an inch, the attitude of the sword bearer does not need to be explained at all!

"You still want to continue to provoke me? Don't you know what price you will pay!?"

The wind and frost began to condense around the body of Grand Duke Coldthorn.

His anger was almost uncontrollable.

Again and again, again and again, you are not finished, are you? ?

damn it!

If you want to hit, hit it! ! !

Unlike Grand Duke Coldthorn, who was like a volcano about to erupt, the surroundings of the sword bearer did not change at all.

The surrounding environment is not affected by the emotions of the sword bearer.

But in contrast, the legends present felt an extremely sharp sword intent emanating from the sword holder.

That doesn't affect the surroundings, it completely affects the enemy!

The attitude of the sword bearer is clearer!

Just when the tense atmosphere was about to reach its peak, a voice that didn't fit suddenly broke in.

"Stop, stop! Oh, stop fighting!"

Looking like a peacemaker, Iger waved vigorously between the two, making exaggerated gestures:

"Everyone is a family of the court, this is not good!"

Cold Thorn: "..."

Seeing that the two of them were indifferent to the stalemate, Iger stomped his feet resentfully, and grabbed Grand Duke Coldthorn's wrist!

"He's ignorant, aren't you ignorant? Be obedient!"

"Although I don't know what happened, but if you go and apologize honestly, won't the matter be over?"

puff.

I don't know which legend didn't hold back, and a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

Snapped!

Vigorously shaking off Aigla's sideways hand, Hanthorn originally had some reasons to retreat, but now it has been completely sealed.

"Shut up! You stinky mouse!"

What is ignorance! ?

You are here to make trouble, right?

"Ah, I kindly advise you, but you actually say that about me, I'm really hurt!"

The voice was full of false anger and grievance, and Iger's mask glared at the cold spine.

However, under the mask, the corners of his mouth almost reached the ears.

happy.

What a joy!

Things have come to the present moment, but there is still no legend to stop it.

They all saw that with Iger making trouble, this fight would definitely not start.

This is the important place of Jia Silin's family. It is impossible for them not to take measures to deal with various situations. It is no good to offend them.

Moreover, Augustus may appear on the stage at any time, so it is not giving him face to fight now.

Now that the situation is up, the two parties in the conflict must either take a step back, or one side bows their heads, otherwise the stalemate may continue like this.

Thinking about it, someone's eyes have already slightly glanced at Keynes who is sitting at the top.

This is your home, if you, the protagonist, don't show up, the situation will be out of control.

But it was strange that instead of being angry at the scene at this moment, Keynes remained calm and watched calmly.

What is he waiting for?

But soon...

The answer, revealed.

hum-

The huge buzz echoed in the sky, resounding through the entire space, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.