Gao Wen didn't know if his acting skills met the standards, but he thought that the cult would definitely be fooled.

Because he is indeed in a weak state and does not have the strength of a true legend, he does not need acting skills at all in this regard!

For Gao Wen, who knows his own weight, it is much easier to pretend to be weak than to pretend to be in its heyday seven hundred years ago.

Sure enough, while he deliberately showed his physical strength and his physical coordination decreased, the figure shrouded in the black robe moved.

It was the expression of the breath, and he finally confirmed his fighting spirit and was about to come to an end. Gao Wen saw the cultist's black robe trembling in the corner of his eyes, and his arm hidden under the robe lifted a clear wave of magic power towards him and gathered in his hands.

Gao Wen had been waiting for this moment, but he did not attack. Instead, he pretended to be disrupted by the corrupt tree man, and staggered slightly towards the direction of the cultist for a few steps. He pulled the distance closer, but in the eyes of the opponent, this was exactly the action of sending his body to the magic range.

The mutated and obscure druid spell took shape in an instant, and a gray-green light ball containing decayed power flew out from under the black-robed cult robe. Gao Wen had completely locked in the trajectory of the light ball. He did not dodge at all, but supported the knight's protective aura at the moment when the light ball hit him and started charging at the same time!

The "corrosion magic ball" crossed a silent trajectory in the air and hit Gao Wen's shoulder armor firmly, but a circle of translucent energy fluctuations rippled on the shoulder armor at the same time, eliminating the entire power of the magic ball into invisible. Gao Wen turned into a white light in the blink of an eye, and raised his long sword and slashed his head towards the cultist's head!

The cultist was obviously stunned for a moment, but he had fallen into this trap: just like any spell casting profession, the druid spell also had magic buffers after casting. After the previous magic failed, his spiritual sea was in turmoil. At this moment, facing the knight charging towards him, he could not even cast the simplest protective spell.

But just when Gao Wen thought that this cult would use the protective weapon he carried with him to resist his slash, he saw this guy make a stunning operation that he had never expected at all.

The man in black robe then took a step and avoided the slash. Then an iron bridge narrowly avoided Gao Wen's next attack and slash. Then he rolled in place without any delay, supported himself with one hand and stood up. While getting up, he reached out with the other hand and pulled out a bright one-handed sword, blocking Gao Wen's third pursuit with a "clang"!

At this moment, Gao Wen's eyes were almost glaring.

But he didn't have time to wonder, because this cultist had avoided the most dangerous attacks and was reorganizing his situation. Once this guy who practiced the magic and martial arts really reorganized his situation, it might be difficult to deal with.

So Gao Wen directly injected the knight's spiritual energy into the Blazer's Sword. The blade instantly ignited a high temperature of nearly a thousand degrees. At the same time, with both hands, the cult's blocking was amazing, but the gap in level was too big after all. After only two seconds, he had to roll around to avoid the scorching blade that was almost ignited by the injury of his left arm.

Gao Wen chased after him, and the Trailblazer Sword slashed continuously like a blood-colored light blade, leaving one twisted high-hot arcs in the air, while the cultist waved the one-handed sword to support it, which made Gao Wen even more shocked. This black guy actually temporarily played a equal footing with himself with his extremely exquisite sword skills!

What is this guy’s origin?! Is this supposed to be a cult with only level 5? What about the end of everything that is said to be a magic druid?!

The black-robed cultist's one-handed swordsman was incredibly superb, and Gao Wen soon discovered that this was really pure swordsman, and there was no extraordinary power that belonged to a knight or a warrior. Every sword was just right. He advanced and retreated in moderation, and relied entirely on skillful skills and combat experience to resist Gao Wen's offensive. Without protective aura, no magic power infusion and extraordinary skills, he had resisted until now with his swordsmanship!

In this world, there is such a warrior who does not add extraordinary power and simply cultivates skills and accumulates experience. So what is going on with this guy's druid spell? Or is there any unknown professional system that will eventually perish?

Gao Wen had a question mark on his face, but the cultists he faced had already suffered: Although he had been with his superb sword skills for so long, the gap in the ranks was hard to ignore. In fact, if this man in black robe had not held a one-handed sword that had been blessed, but was just carrying an ordinary steel sword, he would probably have been cut off by Gao Wen in just a few rounds of battle.

After several consecutive attacks, Gao Wen forced his opponent to the corner. He decided not to think about the opponent's swordsmanship, but directly mobilized the magic power in his body, and at the same time raised the Trail Blazer Sword high, releasing the "Steel Storm" that only high-level knights could master.

The black and red sword blade swung, and a strong light burst out in the air. In the light, the sword blade suddenly seemed to split into countless channels. A sword light hit the head and face like a heavy rain of steel. Each sword blade carried a powerful shock wave. Under the impact of the hot "steel storm", the solid ground of the castle shattered like sand and dust, rolled up, and was swept by the shock wave and rolled towards the cult who had completely lost the opportunity to cast spells and blocked.

The black-robed figure seemed to give up resistance, and he stood in a daze until the blade of the steel storm and the shock wave stirred him and the surrounding stones into pieces, and continued to rush towards the walls of the chamber with the constant trend.

Amid the loud rumbling of rocks, a large hole was broken into the castle's solid stone walls, and the shock wave rushed to the night outside before finally dissipating.

A moment later, the few corrupt tree people standing in the hall stopped moving, and lowered their arms stiffly like robots that had lost their commands. Then they shook a few times, and the core that emitted a dark red light was extinguished. The dead branches and leaves that had long lost their lives fell to the ground. These twisted objects that violated the laws of nature turned into their original appearance again.

Amber jumped out of the shadow form and sat on the ground and gasped hard: "Huh...Huh... I'm so tired..."

Knight Philip was also gasping for breath. The corrupt tree people catalyzed with magical power were not easy to deal with than ordinary low-level knights, but he could not do as embarrassing as Amber, so he just supported his body with a sword and looked at Gao Wen with admiration: "Sir, that cultist was killed by you."

However, Gao Wen did not look much happy. He frowned and came to the big hole, looking down at the charred fragments left after the cultists were crushed to pieces. Due to the amazing heat contained in the Trail Blazer Sword, these wreckages had been severely carbonized, and there was no trace of blood and blood at all: "Not right... I always feel that it was not right in the end..."

Pitman walked over, bent over and picked up a piece of fragments, slowly crushed them in his hand. After a moment, his face turned gloomy: "This is the magic of the burnt bark falling druids, that guy ran away!"

...

At the same time, a cluster of unusually growing on the roof near the outer corridor of Viscount Andrew Castle. The extraordinarily lush vines suddenly squirmed. Then a large bag suddenly bulged out of the vine. With the disgusting sound of mucus surging, the large bags in the vine torn apart, and a figure in a black robe emerged in a mess.

This black shadow was the ecclesiastical who escaped by chance. His body exuded a burning stinking smell, his left arm was dripping with blood, and his robe was ragged, and his hood disappeared, revealing a thin, pale, brown short hair and messy middle-aged man.

He was still holding the "one-handed sword" in his right hand, but now only half of this valuable extraordinary armed force is left.

With a low curse, the cultist put away the small half-cut sword and staggered forward, ready to escape from the place before the terrifying opponent reacted.

But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner not far away.

Knight Byron stood there, just looking up at the cult who had emerged from a clump of vines and looked seriously injured. The two looked at each other for a moment, but neither of them could react.

But the moment of being stunned lasted for a blink of an eye, the cultist quickly woke up and raised his hand to point at the knight who had survived for some reason in front of him. He began to chant the spell with the sting of his brain, preparing to deal with the roadblocker.

The Byron Knight also reacted instantly. He took it into his arms, took out something and threw it at his opponent: "Eat my hidden weapon of justice!"

A dignified knight would even shout out even if he threw a hidden weapon.

The cult just smiled disdainfully and easily caught the "hidden weapon" thrown by Byron at him. Although he was seriously injured, he would not have been successfully plotted by a third-level knight. What's more, this third-level knight was hit by his evil magic curse not long ago, and now he is also weak!

"You are too proud of yourself," the cultist grabbed the throwing object that Byron threw. He did not sense any toxicity or magical aura from this thing, so he was not worried at all. "Okay, just use you to supplement my life...well?"

He suddenly heard the ticking sound from his hands...

Byron clearly saw that the cultist reacted at the last moment. The crystal grenade was completely mechanically before the explosion. There was indeed no magic reaction inside, but it could still be perceived by careful perception of the magical aura of the energy storage crystal. A mid-level extraordinary man would certainly realize that something was wrong with this thing after being alert. However, his reaction was still a little slower. Although he had thrown the grenade out and the light of protective spell floated on his body, the rune trigger had been pressed and the detonation array was activated.

Grab the flame explosion with bare hands and catch the fireball with your face, highlighting the red and dazed trance.
Chapter completed!