Chapter 107 Killing with a Sword

A carriage was running on the streets of Silver Star District, and Wilt sat in the carriage with his eyes closed.

Beneath his seemingly calm expression, he was actually in a bad mood.

Ever since he fought that blasphemer two months ago, he has been looking for this target with the marks of strife. As long as you kill this blasphemer, take the Mark of Dispute, and hold another sacrificial ceremony, you will definitely get God's response and blessing.

Luoxi has always been very generous to please his followers.

The blessing of this god is to transform the offerings into soul power, take some of them for his own use, and give some to the believers, which can directly enhance the strength of the believers.

Therefore, people will take huge risks to believe in him, and are keen to hold sacrificial ceremonies.

Wilt has been a fourth-level magic swordsman for several years, and he is only one step away from being able to rise to the fifth level. If he can receive the blessing of God and give credit for capturing the Mark of Dispute, he can at least be promoted by one level.

He has already prepared the demon soul, and he only needs to integrate it after the upgrade, maybe he can directly reach the sixth level!

Everything is ready except for the blasphemer.

However, Wilt has searched for almost two months, and has not found any trace of the other party so far.

He went to the Demon Soul Market almost every day, and even tracked down the place where the other party lived, the apartment on Corsham Street, but still found nothing.

"Damn it, he should have killed him that night."

Wilt regretted endlessly in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

The blasphemer was very cautious. On the day he killed Hogan, he covered his face and it was dark. He didn't even know what the other person looked like.

He only knew that the blasphemer should be a young man, a tall iron guard, with a body of steel with super elements, and very strong.

But these features are too vague to find anyone at all.

Wilt didn't want to report the matter of the blasphemer to Shadow Blade, so as not to be taken away by others from the opportunity to please God, so he had to find it slowly by himself. Because he went in and out too frequently and caused dissatisfaction from above, he could only find excuses to fool him.

"Look for another half a month, if you still don't find it, you can only give up."

Wilt thought of the organization's plan. Although there were some twists and turns before, it has entered the final stage, and soon, he will no longer be able to come out for activities at will.

He was very unwilling.

"Um?"

Wilt suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight in the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and then was overjoyed.

A clear feeling emerged in his mind.

"Mark of Dispute!"

Wilt suppressed the excitement in his heart, looked out of the glass window, and looked for the figure of the blasphemer calmly.

The carriage was running on the road, and the speed was not fast. He sensed that the mark of dispute was not far away, just a little in front of the right side of the carriage.

Wilt looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was a bicycle.

The bicycle was in the front, and was gradually overtaken by the carriage, and the appearance of the rider was seen.

This is a young man in his twenties, with a strong body and an excellent appearance, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and calm eyes. Anyone who sees him will leave a deep impression on him.

Wilt immediately remembered what Hogan had said before, the Blasphemer is a very handsome young man, once he has seen it, he will be hard to forget.

The man fit Hogan's description exactly.

Wilt sneered in his heart, Hogan was right, the blasphemer's appearance was indeed outstanding.

"finally found you."

Observing the way the other party was riding a bicycle secretly, Wilt felt some inexplicable emotions in his heart. He was both excited and unhappy, and wished to kill him immediately.

The carriage quickly overtook the bicycle and opened the distance.

Wilt didn't get out of the car in a hurry, he didn't stop the carriage until the next intersection, and then went down.

He walked to a newsstand at random, turned his back to the street, and pretended to buy a newspaper.

Half a minute later, the blasphemer passed behind him on a bicycle, completely unaware of the abnormality. Wilt watched the bicycle disappear from view, threw away the newspaper and chased after it.

The power of the wind element flows throughout the body.

Wilt seemed to be walking normally, each step took several meters, like a breeze blowing past passers-by, many people's eyes flashed, and the figures disappeared, thinking that they had hallucinations.

He chased and stopped, stopping from time to time to take cover, blocking the sight of the blasphemer, perfectly displaying the characteristics of the Gale Demon Swordsman, extremely fast and light like the wind, but he did not attract people's attention on the street.

Occasionally, bicycles also pass through empty streets.

Wilt did not chase blindly, but listened to the sound in the wind, and with his superb tracking skills, he did not lose track all the way.

The bicycle left the Silver Star District, rode over the bridge, and crossed the Felegren River.

Then continue on, along the street through the Los area, and finally enter the Lean area where the poor gather.

The streets of the slums are densely populated and the environment is complex and chaotic, which makes it easier for Wilt to track.

"It turned out that I hid in a slum, no wonder I couldn't find it."

Wilt hated in his heart, if he hadn't been lucky today and met him on the road, it might have been a waste of time to search for a few more years.

After a while, he watched the other party ride into a hotel from afar.

"The Basil Inn."

Wilt didn't go in hastily, he hid in a corner outside the hotel, observed for a while, and found that the business of this hotel was quite good, and extraordinary people often came in and out, even on the street, he could hear the noise coming from the hotel Voice, there are a lot of people playing cards.

This is a very normal hotel.

After the blasphemer went in, he never came out.

"This may just be his temporary residence. If we don't do it in time, it may be difficult to find it next time."

Wilt hesitated, and decided to go in and investigate.

He was not worried that he would be recognized. When they fought that night, he also covered his face, and even his voice was deliberately disguised.

Walking into the hotel, there was a burst of noise and the smell of alcohol.

Wilt frowned, and glanced across the dozen or so tables in the hall, but he didn't find the blasphemer, and he didn't know where he went.

He sat down at an empty table and ordered a few dishes and wine at random.

The shouts of the players came one after another, mixed with the laughter of the call girls. Occasionally, some people were impatient to lose and started fighting, but they were all kicked out by the dwarf boss with red comb hair.

The scene is no different from countless hotels in the world.

The place where extraordinary people gather is nothing more than three things, playing cards, women and wine; playing cards, not being able to lose, being jealous of women, getting drunk, and eventually developing into fights to add to the fun.

While eating and drinking, Wilt looked for the figure of the blasphemer.

Galewind Demon Swordsman is very sensitive to wind and sound, but the hotel is too noisy, which affects his hearing, and he can't hear useful things at all.

Nor did he question the waiter, lest he reveal his purpose.

Wilt was very patient. Halfway through the meal, the blasphemer appeared again, and the other party asked the waiter to order a dinner, which was delivered to the courtyard behind.

"patio?"

Wilt seized the key information.

After he finished his meal, he continued to sit for half an hour until it was dark, and then he got up and left.

Coming out of the hotel, Wilt walked around to the back of the hotel from a distance, covered his face, and jumped over the wall with a light leap, like a fallen leaf, falling silently in a courtyard.

He stood in the corner into the shadows and listened for a few minutes.

In the room on the side of the courtyard, there was a slight breathing sound, the rhythm was soothing and powerful, it should be a sleeping Transcendent.

"Did you go to bed so early?"

Wilt was a little puzzled, and moved slightly to the window of the room, and glanced inside through the gap.

A white-haired man with his upper body bare was lying on the bed with scars all over his body. Two crossed swords were leaning on the head of the bed, sleeping soundly, and he didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

In the arms of the man, there is a woman with a good figure in his arms, showing her white shoulders, her curly black hair covers most of her face, lying on the man's chest, only half of her profile can be seen, but she has an infinite beauty, Under the thin blanket, the curves are undulating, which attracts people's imagination.

From the crumpled bed, it could be seen that the two had obviously just experienced a big battle.

"A witcher, not a blasphemer."

Because he only had a glimpse through the window and couldn't see clearly, Wilt couldn't judge the strength of this demon hunter, but this is a hotel in a slum area, so he shouldn't be a master.

Wilt was about to walk away from the window, and for some reason, the profile of the woman in the room appeared in his mind.

"I seem to have seen this woman somewhere."

"And I didn't hear her breathing just now, which is really strange."

He hesitated, and stood there for a long time without thinking about it, and couldn't help but take another look inside.

This time, Wilt focused all his attention on the woman, and found that there was a small beauty mole on the left corner of her mouth, only half the size of a grain of rice, which was not conspicuous.

"Beauty mole..."

At this moment, the woman moved slightly, and the curly black hair that covered her face spread out a little, revealing more of her features.

Wilt finally saw her appearance clearly, and his eyes immediately widened.

He stood outside the window, dumbstruck, not daring to move his body, but the cold sweat flowed from his forehead like water, trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't have the courage to look into the room again.

At this moment, Wilt had only one thought, run away immediately!

He held his breath, and tiptoed back, not even daring to step on the ground, for fear of waking up the two people in the room.

"where are you going?"

A sudden sound sounded, almost scaring Wilt out of his wits.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure standing at the gate of the courtyard. It was the blasphemer who had been chasing him for a long time, looking at him with a half-smile on his face.

Ten seconds ago, Wilt would have been very happy to see the Blasphemer appear, but now he just wants to stay away from this place, and he doesn't want to stay for a second.

"He led me here on purpose!"

Wilt's thoughts changed sharply, and he thought of many things at once, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He didn't want to do anything at all, the power of the wind element agitated his whole body, like a black shadow in the wind, jumped towards the courtyard wall, trying to escape.

"Want to escape?"

As soon as he jumped into the air, the blasphemer seemed to have expected it, and a violent charge came over him.

Wilt's face changed drastically. He was extremely sensitive to the flow of the wind. Blasphemer's charge had terrifying power, like a steam train. If he was hit, he would be seriously injured even if he was not killed.

"His strength has become stronger!"

"Must get out of the way!"

Wilt's right foot stepped in the air, and a whirlwind appeared on the sole of his foot, as if he had stepped on an invisible object. He used the force to reverse the direction and adjust his posture, and at the same time quickly drew out the single-edged sword at his waist.

A blue light flickered on the slightly curved blade, launching the "Flash Sword Slash".

The unparalleled sharpness of the sword tore through the air, and even the person and the sword slashed at the charging enemy.

Unexpectedly, the blasphemer didn't seem to have the idea of ​​dodging the attack at all, or he might be charging, unable to change direction, and let the blade cut on him.

Wilt knew that the opponent had the elements of a man of steel, and his defense was extremely strong.

However, this slash gathered all his strength, even a man of steel was enough to cut deep wounds and severely injure the opponent with one sword.

In an instant, the distance narrowed.

The blade of the sword hit the blasphemer accurately, from top to bottom, from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, then to the chin and chest, the power of the wind element on the sword burst out in an instant.

If it was someone else, Wilt was confident that he could cut the opponent in half with one sword.

However, he only saw a piece of sparks splashing out!

It seemed that what was cut by the sword was not a human head, but an extremely hard steel ingot. The huge counter-shock force from the sword made both hands numb, and it was almost impossible to hold the sword.

"It's over..."

Wilt was shocked, and before he could think about it, he was hit head-on.

boom!

He felt as if he had hit a high-speed moving iron wall, and the terrifying force crushed his whole body. He flew upside down, fell back into the courtyard, and smashed heavily under the window of that room.

There was pain everywhere in my body, and I don't know how many bones in my body were broken.

But Wilt didn't care about his injuries, so he got up and looked back at the room behind him with horror in his eyes.

There were several noises in the room, as if someone had woken up.

Before he had time to react, there was another violent cracking sound in the courtyard, and he turned his head quickly to see the blasphemer charging over again.

In the blink of an eye, the tall body rushed in front of him.

Taking a deep breath to reduce his injuries, Wilt's footsteps staggered, and at the moment he was about to be hit, he used the wind step, and his figure merged into the wind, and he circled behind the enemy.

If it is a normal fight, this is the best time to attack from behind.

However, Wilt had no intention of fighting and just wanted to escape.

The wind walk continued to flash, each step was erratic, and after changing direction several times in a row, it distanced itself from the enemy.

The blasphemer who was charging suddenly stopped forcibly, the gray and white belt around his waist lit up runes, and there was a thunder on the ground, and a burst of lavender magical energy centered on the blasphemer, wrapped in a large amount of air, exploded, and the entire courtyard exploded. They all shook.

Boom!

The shock wave of the energy explosion was as fast as lightning, and immediately blasted Wilt out of the windwalk and fell to the ground.

"Arcane Explosion!"

Wilt recognized the spell, but he just couldn't figure it out, isn't this blasphemer an iron guard? Why can he use magic equipment?

He was stunned for a few seconds by the shock of the spell, and the injuries on his body became more serious. When he got up again, he found that the blasphemer did not take the opportunity to attack him, but stood in the courtyard, watching with nothing.

"what happened?"

Wilt was confused and jumped onto the wall desperately.

Suddenly, a bright silver sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sleeping witcher did not know when he stood here.

He raised his sword subconsciously to meet the enemy, but found that the demon hunter was faster than himself, with superb swordsmanship, and pierced his heart with one strike.

Wilt fell down and lay on the ground looking at the witcher on the high place, his eyes were horrified, and he cried out powerlessly from his bleeding mouth: "Legend..."

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed his last breath.