Chapter 254: Dark Moon and High Wind Night

"To kill you!"

A glimmer flashed in Yarslan's eyes, and Fielding only saw a cold light flashing in front of him. His heart sank and his body immediately instinctively flashed backwards!

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. Fielding was already standing a few meters away. He looked down and saw a blood mark on his chest. The wound was half an inch of flesh and blood could no longer be released. If Fielding hadn't been quick to react just now, Yarslan would have cut him in half.

"You want to kill me?" Fielding covered her wound hard and said furiously.

Yarslan held her slender sword in his hand, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down the tip of the sword: "Are you surprised, Fielding? Didn't you think I'll kill you?"

Fielding snorted heavily.

He really didn't expect Yarslan to kill him. Everyone is a paladin in the temple, and although the relationship is not very harmonious, it would be impossible to say that Yarslan wants to kill him. Yarslan's sudden sneak attack was really not at all prepared. Otherwise, with his strength, he wouldn't have hurt the opponent's sword in the first move.

unless……

Fielding's face suddenly changed...unless she was ordered!?

Yarslan looked at Fielding's face changing, and smiled coldly, "What's wrong? Did you think of it?"

Fielding gritted her teeth: "Who told you to do this? Who is it? Is Promis?"

Yarslan pointed his sword at the ground and approached step by step. Her beautiful face had a slight smile, but her eyes were filled with cold murderous aura: "What do you think?"

Fielding growled, "I don't believe it! I don't believe that Lord Promishus would do this! I am the paladin of the temple! Even if I commit any sin, I will have a public judgment from the Presbyterian Church to be executed!"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Yarslan said in a mocking tone with disdain, "Poor guys. Are you all human paladins so stubborn? Augustine is like this, and you are like this... stupid!"

Fielding's eyes were filled with anger: "Arslan, aren't you afraid of being pursued by the temple when you do this? In my identity, if something happens to me, do you think it can be covered up?"

Yarslan chuckled and said lightly: "Why do you need to cover it up? After you die, Lord Promishus will spread the matter as much as possible!"

Fielding's heart immediately sank. He thought for a moment and smiled bitterly: "I understand! Lord Promishus wants to be the pope, but many kingdoms of Roland jointly opposed it. Even though Promishus was in the Temple Presbyterian Church, he was afraid that the Presbyterian Church's attitude would be shaken! If... if a paladin dies in the Kingdom of Sauron... Humph! You have an excuse to declare war! The dignified paladin came to the Kingdom of Sauron to deal with academic affairs but was assassinated! Once such a thing happened, the temple and the many kingdoms of Roland would completely turn against each other!"

"I finally understand." Yarslan shook the long sword in his hand gently, and the thin and long sword edge twisted gently like a soft python.

"Hahahahahaha!" Fielding laughed wildly at the sky, his laughter filled with anger, staring at Yarslan and shouted: "Despicable! Do Promihus want to be a pope and want to be crazy! Even such despicable and shameless things can be done! You, and Promihus, are not worthy of being the people in the temple! You are the sinners who subvert the temple!"

Faced with Fielding's accusations, Yarslan did not get angry at all, sighed softly, and mocked: "I'm still so persistent! I'm a dragon clan, and I'm not a person in your temple! I'm just ordered to assist Promishu... As for whether Promishu is a sinner, as long as he succeeds in becoming the Pope, who cares about this?"

Fielding was furious, covering the wound on his chest with one hand and clenching his fist with the other hand. At this moment, he was unarmed, his armor was gone, and his chest was injured. Facing a Paladin who was no less powerful than his, it was not the best time to fight to the decisive battle.

"What are you thinking?" Yarslan smiled: "Don't try to escape, Fielding. Haven't you noticed something strange?" She stretched out a finger and pointed it at the wound on Fielding's chest, and smiled: "With your strength, you also know a little about the light-type magic. What you said to me for so long is nothing more than using fighting spirit to stop the bleeding of the wound. But after you tried for so long, did the blood of the wound stop? Haha..."

Fielding's face changed slightly! Indeed, since the beginning, he secretly used fighting spirit to try to heal the wound. Although he was a knight, as a Paladin-level person, he still had a little bit of the magic of the light-type healing. However, after trying secretly for so long, the wound on his chest not only did not heal, but the blood seemed to flow faster.

"You... your sword!" Fielding gritted her teeth.

"Not bad. Lord Fielding..." Yarslan didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action: "I know you have been practicing hard in the temple for so long, and your strength has increased greatly. How dare I fight you easily? In order to save some strength, I had to secretly apply a little bit of materials unique to our dragon clan on the sword..."

Fielding sneered: "Hmph, the guys from the Dragon Clan are indeed despicable heresy!"

Yarslan smiled with a pursed lips, and his eyes seemed to have a little ridiculous: "Don't worry, I know that with your strength, you can't kill you with poison. Besides, if you were poisoned, it is inevitable to leave evidence. I wiped a little bit of dragon slaughter on the sword! This kind of thing will only make your wounds bleed continuously! Although it is not a precious thing, if there is no high-level magician to rescue you, you will not be able to save yourself with the pitiful low-level healing magic of a knight!"

Fielding thought in her heart like lightning, and she suddenly put down her hand that had been covering the wound. Since it cannot stop the bleeding, it is useless to cover the wound. It is better to let go of your hands and make a comeback!

"Yarslan, it's not that easy for you to kill me! You might as well give it a try!" Fielding clenched her fist and stared at the female dragon clan Knight opposite, with a bit of murderous aura in her eyes. He finally completely let go of his aura. Unlike in the hall just now, in the hall due to environmental restrictions, he could not really release his fighting flames completely. He was in the wild and was injured, so he could only fight quickly. Fielding's body was blankly exploding with a flame-like fighting spirit. He shouted: "Come on!"

"Okay!" Yarslan did not hesitate and stabbed him with a sword!

The sword was like a meteor, with a faint coldness. Fielding was unable to resist with both hands. In an instant, a lightsword condensed by the fighting spirit was swung out to block it. With a sound of the bang, the lightsword was broken. Fielding had quickly retreated, and with another hand, a light wave shot towards Yarslan.

Yarslan sneered, stretched out one hand, and an ice wall was added in front of him.

With a loud bang, Fielding took advantage of the situation to continue to retreat. Yarslan shouted, "Do you want to run away?" Her body had already shot out rapidly.

If it is a complete competition for speed and the Wind Dragon attribute, Yarthlan is better than Fielding in speed, not to mention that Fielding is already injured at this moment. In a hurry, Yarthlan stabbed Fielding's shoulder with a sword, but she saw that Fielding's eyes were a bit murderous intent: "You're fooled!"

She suddenly punched Yarslan's lower abdomen. She was so painful that her eyes were filled with stars. She bent back and flashed back. Fielding's shoulder was pierced, but she became more and more brave. She gritted her teeth and continued to punch her. Yarslan had no choice but to touch the other party's fist with one palm.

After a loud bang, the two of them separated again. Yarslan's arms trembled faintly. The punch just now hit the top of the Paladin. Fielding, who had reached the peak of the Paladin, took a little advantage. However, Fielding was shocked, and the wound on her chest became more and more severe.

The two of them dared not act in a hurry, and they both looked at each other intently. Fielding was stabbed on his shoulder in order to lure the enemy, but his wound was still bleeding. Isn't it unusual to be stabbed by a paladin? He didn't have the invulnerability of Roddy. The sword of Yarslan not only pierced his shoulder, but the explosion of fighting spirit made his wounds even more bloody. At this moment, his shoulder was so painful that he felt that his arm could hardly be lifted.

Yarslan was definitely not feeling well. After being hit by the lower abdomen, the pain in his lower abdomen was as if it was overturning, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell one by one.

Suddenly, Fielding had no choice but to take action first. At this moment, he was injured and bleeding from two parts of his body. The longer the time delayed, the more unfavorable it would be for him. He could only take the risk to attack first.

But Yarslan understood Fielding's intentions, and she refused to continue fighting with the other party. The two had almost the same strength. They really fought desperately. Even if they could kill Fielding in the end, Yarslan's own damage would definitely be quite large. She was not willing to spend such a big price... Besides, she had other plans in her mind!

The two fought together. Yarslan, who had three attributes: ice, snow, flame, wind, and three attributes, simply launched a battle. He tried to avoid being hard-worked with Fielding, but used his speed to dodge left and right, and took time to attack several swords from time to time.

In the dark night, two figures wrapped in golden fighting spirits fought fiercely. The explosion of fighting spirits continued to roar, and the radiant energy smashed the ground into deep pits.

Fielding roared repeatedly, but blood was not splattering from the wound on her chest and shoulders. Half of his body was stained with blood. But that Arslan was extremely cunning. She had no intention of fighting with her in this fierce battle. The sword in her hand stabbed out from time to time like a poisonous snake, making Fielding rush. If Fielding could have a sword in her hand, she would naturally not be afraid of her. But he was unarmed now and could not use his body to block the other party's sword, right?

"Go to die!" Fielding shouted suddenly, pushed forward with both hands, and suddenly a huge golden light ball condensed in her palm, and then a wave of light shot out at Yarslan. Yarslan's face changed, and she still didn't dare to take it head-on. Suddenly, her feet were pressing on the ground, and her whole person jumped! Fielding's light wave almost wiped past Yarslan's feet. The whistling sound was faintly filled with the sound of strong wind and thunder, and a deep pit was blasted out within twenty meters of the distance on the entire road in front of her!

Yarslan sneered, and the man was in mid-air, slashing down with a sword in the air!

At this moment, Fielding had lost too much blood, and her body gradually became a little cold and weak. Seeing that the sword came down, if it was normal, there were naturally many ways to resist and dodge, but suddenly she couldn't lift her chest in one breath, and she could only put her hands together in her busy schedule.

Yarslan's sword was clamped in the palm of the palm of Fielding. The sharp sword edge cut Fielding's palm, and blood flowed down his hand. If he hadn't had the Paladin's fighting spirit protector, his hands would have been wiped out long ago.

Both of them tried their best now. For a moment, both sides could not stand up and their bodies were trembling.

Yarslan suddenly sneered, and twisted the sword with one hand. The sword body, which was originally sandwiched by Fielding, suddenly came across. Fielding's palm hurt violently, and she groaned, finally spread her hands and staggered backwards. However, Yarslan took advantage of the opportunity to print it on Fielding's chest!

There was a loud bang. This palm carried the golden fighting spirit of the Dragon Tribe Paladin, and it hit Fielding's chest hard. Even with the fighting spirit guard, Fielding couldn't bear it. She growled and flew out. A few ribs on her chest were broken and fell to the ground.

Yarslan gasped. In the fierce battle between the two, she was also hit by Fielding a few times, especially Fielding cut her arm with one palm, pounding her armor. If Fielding hadn't been severely injured and bloodless, one of her arms would have been broken.

The two had been fighting fiercely for more than half an hour. Fielding was stabbed by Yarslan's sword in his chest, shoulders and arms, and was covered in blood.

Yarslan looked at Fielding who had struggled to get up from the ground and sneered: "Filding, haven't you given up yet? Keep using the fighting spirit! The more you force yourself to use the fighting spirit, the faster the blood flows! I see how much blood you still have!!"

Fielding seemed to be unable to stand steadily. He was always stubborn and arrogant by nature. At this moment, he was attacked like this. You can imagine the anger in his heart. He coughed violently a few times, and the broken ribs on his chest might have hurt his lungs. He actually coughed up blood foam from his mouth and gasped, "Yarslan, why don't you continue to do it? Come again! Look at whether you can plot against me today or I, Fielding, to kill the dragon!"

Yarslan's eyes were too long. She really didn't expect to be plotted against by her own, and the unarmed Fielding was so powerful. She had already said that she had given her all, but she even suffered a lot of injuries.

It seems that this guy is still a Paladin after all, and his strength cannot be underestimated. If he really wants to kill him, he will probably have to pay an expensive price.

Fielding sneered, "Are you not doing anything? Or do you have no strength?"

"Bah!" Yarslan gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She had just been hit by the other party several times in a row, and a trace of blood had already hung on the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't do it, then I'll do it!" A strange light suddenly appeared in Fielding's eyes. Looking at Fielding's eyes, Yarslan suddenly felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, on the ground around the place where Yarslan stood, a cluster of light burst out at the same time, and fists-sized lights floated up from the ground!

Fielding barely raised her hands, suddenly looked around at the same time, made a squeeze move, and shouted: "Burgh!"

The fist-sized light balls surrounding Yarslan suddenly shot towards Yarslan at the same time! More than a dozen light balls burst at the same time!

As the explosions of all sizes roared, Yarslan's arms were placed in front of him, lowered his head and held his chest, and the fighting spirit on his body instantly surged a little!

The roar gradually stopped, and the dust around dissipated. Seeing that Fielding in front of him had taken the opportunity to escape!

Yarslan looked at the armor on his body that had become broken in the explosion just now, and snorted angrily, barely supporting his body with his sword to stand. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Fielding, you can use this kind of trick!"

Yarslan was so smart that he instantly figured out Fielding’s trick just now!

It turned out that when the two of them were fighting, Fielding had secretly divided his fighting spirit into more than a dozen fists and secretly walked around Yarslan. With his skillful skills in controlling power, the fighting spirits that were separated from him did not burst for a moment, and they were all dormant there in secret, maintaining a calm state! Even Yarslan didn't even notice it! It was only when Fielding moved far away that they detonated one after another!

He had already planned it! No wonder when he was fighting with him just now, sometimes when he had a sword, the other party could dodge, but he pretended not to dodge in the middle - that was naturally the arrangement mechanism in the secret!

He is indeed a paladin who is well-known throughout the continent!

Yarslan took a break for a while, and his breath gradually subsided. Looking at the direction where Fielding disappeared, the haze on his face was swept away, replaced by a faint smile.

Fielding, Fielding, do you think you have a plan? Hum...

Poor you think you are smart. Do you really think I am here to kill you? With your Paladin's strength, even if you plot against you, it's not easy to kill you? Will I, Arslan, do something that I have not been sure of? Humph...

Besides, do you really think everything tonight is the order of Promisse? Although he is arrogant, how dare he kill the Paladins in the Temple rashly? Hahahaha... You humans just like to be smart!

You would never have thought that I was here just now, in fact, not to kill you! But just to hold you back!

Of course there is one person who is going to die tonight! But this person is not you...

Humph, come to the Kingdom of Sauron with you, and there is another person... He is my target of Arslan!!

I think I have come to that place now... I have succeeded... You and that person have the same status in the temple. No matter who you die, the effect of my plan will be the same, but the process will be much easier.

Killing an elder in a temple is much easier than killing a paladin!

Thinking of this, Yarslan coughed a few more times, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

Tonight, the night was dark, no moon or stars. Yarslan murmured: "It's really a night suitable for doing shameful things!"

In the night, she heard her weak gasp and cough, but there was still a sneer in it...
Chapter completed!