At the edge of the wide central square, a metal pillar that was thick with two people standing every ten meters, the lower end was deeply embedded in the hard bluestone floor, and the upper half pointed straight towards the sky. There were rows of neat and orderly black holes on both sides of the smooth column surface.

Lin Lichuan remembered that there were no such giant metal pillars in the square before. It was probably only the few days after he was in seclusion in the Manchester Mansion, so he turned to Yao Gan and asked in a low voice: "What is that?"

Yao Gan glanced at the dense metal pillars and replied in a low voice: "That is the Li Guang pillar. After activation, it can condense the Li Guang barrier that is enough to cover the entire central square. It is a position-like extraordinary prop prepared to prevent an accident in the middle of the festival from being interrupted. With the Li Guang barrier, even if the people outside the square are in chaos, it will not affect the rituals in the square."

"Does this Pillar of Li Guang have it every year?"

"That's right."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lichuan nodded slightly and fell silent.

As time passed, more and more nobles arrived at the high platform, but the seat at the front was always empty. From the conversation between the crowd around, Lin Lichuan vaguely heard that it seemed to be Duke Morris's position.

Unlike the main street in front of the central square, the street on the other side is quite deserted. Apart from the soldiers garrison, there are only aristocratic cars passing by occasionally.

This is a special road dedicated to the great nobles. Before dawn, soldiers from the Royal Legion came to clear the ground and blocked the import and export at both ends. Except for a very small number of great nobles, the rest of the people were unable to pass.

The low engine sound suddenly sounded from a distance.

Several cars appeared from the corner of the street and drove slowly.

In the middle of the convoy is a low-key and luxurious black car. Through the translucent windows, you can vaguely see a thin-faced hook-nosed old man sitting in the back seat, which is Duke Morris.

After recognizing the origin of the convoy, the soldiers stationed on both sides of the street subconsciously straightened their bodies.

However, just as the convoy drove to the middle of the street, an unexpected accident occurred.

A strong wind suddenly rolled up, and with a low thunderous sound that roared towards the convoy, blowing the heavy vehicle upside down, and the car at the forefront was even blown over and overturned to the ground.

The people in the convoy reacted quickly. As soon as the strong wind started, the black car in the middle suddenly stopped, and then a milky white halo flashed across the surface of the car body, expanding into a semicircular light shield, protecting the car tightly like an upside-down bowl to block the raging wind.

Following closely behind, more than a dozen strong-willed men quickly opened the car door, rushed out of the car with a well-trained attitude, and took a gaze to fight.

In just a moment, the surrounding void sounded sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and countless sharp wind blades emerged out of nowhere, shooting towards the great men like a storm.

Facing the overwhelming wind blades, the big men's faces were solemn, but they were not panicked. They either pulled out their weapons to defeat the wind blades, or used their superpowers to condense various shield barriers to resist. When the wind blades dissipated, the streets and vehicles became devastated, but only a few of the big men were slightly injured and their combat power was almost undamaged.

"It is worthy of being the Morris family, a great nobleman who has been passed down for thousands of years in the empire. It has a profound foundation. The guards guarding the head of the family are all golden-level extraordinary people. It's really a big deal!"

A sarcastic voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked in the sound and realized that there was a middle-aged man with a tall and thin body, narrow eyes, and a gloomy temperament in front of the convoy.

Seeing the middle-aged man, the big men immediately separated half of the hands and killed them with expressionless expressions.

Seeing this, the thin middle-aged man sneered, but he didn't see any movement. The void in front of him suddenly twisted, and countless thin silks with faint green intentions emerged out of thin air, intertwined into a spiral wind, roaring towards the big men.

The leading men were burly in shape and had a strong sense of power in their movements. They were obviously horizontal martial artists who specialized in physical refining skills. When they saw the spiral storm coming, their body was strong, and they even avoided the direct impact of the wind and rushed towards the wind and opened the way for the companions behind to fight for the opportunity to attack.

However, they soon found that they were wrong. The moment they came into contact with the spiral wind, the faces of several big men changed drastically. It was too late to retreat. With a tingling sound of flesh and blood shattering, the few people seemed to be thrown into a turbo blade that was rotating rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they were crushed into pieces of flesh and blood.

This terrifying scene suddenly changed everyone present.

"Get out!"

A low cry of thunder exploded.

The moment the last word fell, a figure rushed out of the car protected by the light shield and swept in front of everyone.

"The enemy is you are not the opponent of this man. Go back and protect the Duke's safety."

"yes!"

The big men suddenly came to their senses and responded in unison. While alerting the thin middle-aged man, they slowly retreated back to the light shield.

He turned a blind eye to the other people's horror and alert eyes. The thin middle-aged man looked at the man in front of him who looked over forty years, with red hair like flames, and a stimulating atmosphere. His eyes flashed:

"Someone told me that the 'Ran Steel Sword' is now a lackey of the imperial nobles. I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Varga ignored the provocative words of the thin middle-aged man and asked lightly: "Who are you? Who sent you?"

"You don't need to know."

After saying this, the murderous intent in the thin middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became strong. He waved his hands directly, and the two wind wheels with extremely sharp edges formed in an instant, like arrows leaving the strings raiding towards the Varga Rift air. Wherever he passed, there was a harsh roar that was about to pierce the eardrums.

Faced with the enemy's fierce attack, Varga's face remained unchanged. His palm, which was holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, suddenly tightened. The next second, a fiery red light and shadow flew out like a meteor, defeating the two wind wheels one by one at an astonishing speed.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the fiery red light is a long sword with red energy attached to it. It looks like a layer of slowly flowing magma, with heat rippling, and the air near the sword tip has already been extremely distorted.

After defeating the wind wheel, Varga kept killing the thin high and middle-aged man.

The two of them fought fiercely in a blink of an eye.

"Ran Steel Sword" Varga is a famous swordsman in the Tanya Empire. Even though twenty years have passed since his peak reputation, the three words "Ran Steel Sword" still play a significant role in today's extraordinary world.

The strength of the peak Morning Star Knight realm is the foundation of his great reputation.

But his opponent is also not weak, an elemental that has a biological energy level of 25.

The even-match battle between the two peak Morning Star Knights caused great damage to the streets and surrounding buildings in a blink of an eye. However, in just a moment, the surroundings were like a tornado passing through the border, and the ground was in a mess. Many buildings collapsed, and a large amount of gravel that burned through high temperatures and scattered everywhere, causing the temperature in the air to rise a lot.

As the battle was fought, a hint of surprise gradually surged in Varga's heart. The strange enemy in front of him was really powerful. The element of such power made it impossible for him to be unknown in the extraordinary world, but he had never heard of any similar existence.

"Who is this guy?"

Varga was secretly confused, and suddenly saw a strange smile on his thin middle-aged man's face, and then suddenly released more than ten wind wheels, and bypassed him from all directions to the vehicle that was shrouded in light cover not far away.

The target is Duke of Morris!

Looking at this scene, Varga suddenly changed his expression, shouted angrily and flew out. Before the wind wheel hit the light shield, he swung out the sword shadows all over the sky to crush them and defeat them. Then he looked at the thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

As the thin middle-aged man changed his fighting style and focused his attack on Duke Morris's car, the situation of the battle suddenly became subtle.

It is really difficult to protect a person under the fierce attack of an element of the same level. Varga, who was originally evenly matched, suddenly became difficult.

A few minutes later, four or five more corpses were added around the light cover, all of which were guards killed by the thin and thin middle-aged man. In the near future, the guards would be wiped out. By then, the situation that was already very unfavorable would be even more difficult.

After his face changed for a moment, Varga's eyes suddenly condensed, as if he had made up some determination. Taking advantage of the moment when he forced the thin middle-aged man to retreat, he shouted softly, and a burst of red and hot mist suddenly burst out from his body, and the aura on his body suddenly surged to an astonishing level.

At the same time, a strange scent of sulfur, like magma, slowly spread out.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose rapidly.

Feeling the oncoming heat, a solemn look flashed across the thin middle-aged man's face.

"Is this the secret method of "Soul Burning" that can kill enemies above the level? It turns out to be as powerful as the rumored one!"

"Since you know the existence of 'Soul Burning', you should understand what the difference in power between you and me now." Varga exhaled gently, and a faint red mist floated out from the corner of his mouth, and the cold and sharp eyes in the mist appeared. "Are you ready to die?"

Unexpectedly, the thin middle-aged man not only did not panic when he heard this, but instead showed a strange smile. He looked at him and the light shield not far away, and suddenly turned around without saying a word to flee.

This unexpected scene made Varga slightly stunned, and then his face suddenly turned cold, and he subconsciously wanted to chase him, but then he stopped immediately, looked back at the location of Duke Morris, and hesitated for a moment, finally sighed secretly and stopped.
Chapter completed!