The palace was very calm. An Fei and others walked up to the second floor unimpeded. As a hotel, although the decoration in the small palace was not too luxurious, it looked very clean and tidy. It could be said to be spotless. The four long strips The corridor reflects the light of the magic lamp like a mirror, illuminating the entire second floor.
An Fei looked around and quickly overlaid the surrounding scenes with the map in his mind. He strode to a room door, listened for a moment, then stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. few times. An Fei's memory is very good. Although he didn't look at Chris's map carefully, he still remembered that the priest of light lived here, and Rodhart's followers were divided into one, one, three, four, and seven. Stayed in five rooms on the same side. If you go to the long corridor on the south side of the stairs, those rooms are filled with Rodhart's guards. The most powerful among them is a mid-level swordsman, four low-level swordsmen and a group of swordsmen. He didn't need An Fei to worry about these people, one Susanna was enough to take care of them.
"Who is it?" A voice came from inside.
An Fei glanced at Susanna, and Susanna immediately understood what An Fei meant and shouted in a low voice: "It's me."
The priest of light may not have thought that he would be in danger in the palace, or that he had done something ulterior, so he walked towards the door without any doubt. An Fei had already heard the thoughts in his heart from his hurried footsteps. Urgently, he quietly stepped aside.
The door opened a crack, and a very elegant middle-aged man dressed as a priest stuck his head out and waved to Susanna, and he immediately stayed there.
The long sword in An Fei's hand stabbed out silently, passing through the priest's neck like lightning, and blood sprayed out like mist, leaving countless spots on the clean corridor.
An Fei turned slightly. He let the fallen corpse pass, then stretched out his hand to grab the priest's collar, and gently put the corpse down. The matter was simpler than he expected. He thought that killing a priest of light would take some effort and might alert other people, but he didn't know that it would be as easy as crushing an ant.
In fact, the Church of Light has existed for such a long time, and has formed an independent and complete system for the management of academic affairs and church personnel. Most of the offensive priests are members of the Arbiter Guild. Priests or bishops who are stationed in other places often have extremely provocative eloquence or meticulous minds, which can be put to their best use. The Pope of the Church of Light will not even have such superficial management abilities. The priest of light beside Rodhart belongs to the latter. He is a very smart man, and his task is to strengthen Rodhart's heart of yearning for light. Unfortunately, at this time. Being smart won't help him. He has no chance to use it.
"Suzanne, it's your turn to deal with the mid-level swordsman. He is opposite the magic lamp." An Fei pointed with his finger and whispered: "Chris, go to the third floor. You have to deal with it yourself." Your own stand-in.”
Chris looked at the body on the ground. Without saying anything, he turned around silently and walked towards the stairs.
An Fei is not worried about Chris's safety. The third floor is where Julande lives. Now there are only the fake Rodhart and his personal maid, plus a few wet nurses and children. The combined combat power is also Can be ignored.
Susanna had already walked to the magic lamp and looked back at An Fei from a distance. An Fei can kill people quietly, but she can't. Once she starts to do it, the strong wave of fighting spirit will wake up everyone in the building. An Fei bent down and made a "please" gesture, like a polite gentleman, and then slowly stepped back. There were two people living in the rooms on his left and right sides. Being able to have a private room in the palace. These two people have high status. They were Rodhart's teachers. An Fei was too lazy to take care of those two useless people who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. It's not too late to finally clean them up.
When Susanna pulled out the long sword, An Fei had already walked to a statue that was almost life-size. The long sword in the statue's hand was made of bronze. An Fei used his fingers to forcefully broke the long sword into two pieces, and then Walking to a door, he put the sword blade into the ring and pushed it with his thumb. The sword edge had penetrated deeply into the door frame.
Susanna, shrouded in white light, broke through the door and rushed into the mid-level swordsman's room. Whether it was the fluctuation of fighting spirit or the roar of the door panel being smashed, it was enough to wake people up. An Fei had already heard When someone started yelling in the room behind him, he calmly returned to the statue, looked up and down, and when he stretched out his hand, he broke the bronze scabbard on the statue.
An Fei walked to the door of another room, repeated the action just now, put the scabbard into the ring, and it was easier to push the broken sword against the door frame with the strength of his thumb. After all, the broken sword has an edge, and the scabbard But it has a blunt head, but it doesn’t make much difference to An Fei
The scabbard was pushed forward with force, and with a harsh friction sound, the scabbard was deeply embedded in the frame.
At this time, the door to the innermost room had been opened, and a figure rushed out from inside. He was disheveled and holding a long sword with a sheath in his hand. The so-called sheath means that the sword is still in the scabbard. In the middle, the man was holding the scabbard. Maybe he wanted to see what happened before he drew his sword. However, he bumped into An Fei and he had no chance to draw his sword.
An Fei's figure floated up, and the distance of seven or eight meters passed in an instant. His left knee swept out fiercely and hit the man's chest hard. The man didn't even have time to scream, and walked towards the door. He fell out inside. The second person had just stepped out of the door and was bumped into by his companion's body. Just when he was dizzy, An Fei's long sword had already penetrated his companion's ribs directly into his chest. .
The next moment, An Fei had already flashed into the room like a ghost. There were five people left inside who looked at An Fei stupidly like statues. An Fei raised and flicked his left hand, and more than thirty wind blades appeared in the air, carrying them. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was shot at the five people. The intelligence said that Rodhart's followers were all idle and incompetent characters. Now it seems that there was something wrong. Four of them were shot by the wind blade with bloody holes everywhere. In the end This man was an out-and-out high-level swordsman. He blocked the attack of the wind blade with only his protective fighting spirit. However, he did not attack An Fei. Instead, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the window. High-level swordsmen are very common to An Fei now, but that guy's eyesight is quite good, and he can see the contrast between strength and weakness in the blink of an eye and choose to escape.
This time, An Fei condensed the water element. Just as the high-level swordsman threw himself in front of the window, a strong spring appeared under him. The high-level swordsman was unable to avoid it in mid-air and was hit by the spring After rushing forward, the fighting spirit could protect his body, but it could not dissolve the power of the spring. The high-level swordsman rushed up diagonally and hit the top of the window frame.
Before the high-level swordsman could fall down, An Fei had already arrived, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at an extremely tricky angle. When the sword edge came into contact with the high-level swordsman's fighting spirit, only one person was left behind. With a pause that was imperceptible to the naked eye, it penetrated deeply into the body of the high-level swordsman.
An Fei put his toes on the window sill, turned over and pulled out his sword at the same time. The high-level swordsman fell heavily to the floor, no longer breathing.
An Fei glanced around again. In battles of different levels, magic is indeed very useful. If he uses a long sword, it will be difficult to kill four people at the same time in an instant. It is easier for great magicians to win the respect of others than great swordsmen. There is a certain reason for this. In the historical records of the mainland, we only see great magicians slaughtering cities in anger. It would be too difficult for a great swordsman to massacre a city. After a while, by the time he started to take action, people had already fled in all directions.
Stepping out of the door, An Fei saw an old man walking out of the room with a surprised look on his face. He was Rodhart's teacher. An Fei waved his hand and a wind blade came out without even thinking about it.
An Fei's release of one wind blade is instant, and his release of fifty wind blades is also instant. However, everyone has their own unique habits. When he can kill his opponent with seven points of strength, An Fei will never use eight points of strength. With all his strength, he released more than thirty wind blades at once. That was because he could not accurately control the direction of multiple wind blades with his mental power, so he simply launched a covering attack. Now he only had one target, so a wind blade The blade is enough.
Another mistake in the intelligence was exposed. With a ball of light red light, the wind blade disappeared from the old man's chest. It turned out that when he walked out of the door, he had already blessed himself with a magic shield. When he saw An Fei attacking him, The old man immediately responded with an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, and a small fireball shot towards An Fei.
An Fei was stunned for a moment, and then he rushed forward like lightning, stretched out his hand to grab and flick the small fireball out of the air, and the small fireball reflected towards the old man's face at a faster speed. The old man saw that the small fireball he released unexpectedly He would attack him in turn, and he would be stunned on the spot: "Control the Demon..." Before he could finish his words, a small fireball had already exploded in his face.
An Fei followed up and shook his hand and stabbed out a sword. It penetrated the old man's open mouth and passed through the back of his head. Looking at the old man's limp body, An Fei frowned. He felt a little uncomfortable. Comfortable, the scene in front of him reminded him of his own experience.
There was a violent crash behind them, and the people in the two rooms were desperately pulling on the door handles, but An Fei had locked them outside and could not be opened for a while. An Fei walked over slowly, grabbed the scabbard, pulled it out with force, and then kicked the door with a flying kick. The people inside were still holding the door open desperately, and An Fei kicked it to add to the fun. They were hit by the door and fell out screaming.