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"I am not wrong, why should I apostatize!"

The next moment, the sword light in Ron's hand surged.

In Will's disbelieving eyes, Ron waved his sword and came directly to meet him!

To be precise, whether it is Will or Ron, the sword light in their hands is not the externalization of their abilities, and its source still points to the Hanging Sword.

Since they made the extraordinary oath in front of the Kongxuan Sword, they have formed an inexplicable connection with the Kongxuan Sword.

And with this illusory relationship, they can borrow some of their abilities from the Hanging Sword.

For example, lie detection, and for example, this is like a real sword light.

For every Hanging Sword investigator, no matter what weapon they use, they must undergo rigorous swordsmanship training.

Because, no matter when and where, as long as you still believe in the Kongxuan Sword, you can still get the weapon - the sword light of the Kongxuan Sword.

And since you can borrow the sword light, it means...

Will's pupils suddenly dilated, and his mind went blank. He relied on his years of fighting instincts to fend off Ron's slashing attacks.

How can this be?

Why can Ron still borrow the power of the Lord?

What's going on?

Did he deceive the Lord?

But shouldn’t the Lord be omniscient and omnipotent, towering above everyone else?

But if he had not apostatized, why would the Lord send an oracle...

Two dazzling sword lights met in mid-air, splattering scattered debris from time to time.

On the other side, the black-armored knight turned around again after that shot and stood in front of the black horse, folding his hands on his chest and quietly watching the environment on the court.

Several attendants at the door looked at each other with troubled expressions in their eyes.

They were just Bronze-level Transcendents. If it was a duel between Silver-level people, they might be able to join in and cause some trouble for Ron.

It can be said that it is a battle between gold level and silver level...

Ron didn't even need to do it deliberately. As long as they were not careful, they would most likely be hit hard by the aftermath of the battle.

The bright spots that spread all over the sky and haven't dissipated for a long time are the best proof.

In the seemingly dreamy scene, there is a terrifying murderous intention hidden.

Unconsciously, the tingling sensation on everyone's heads became more vivid.

If it was just a vague warning just now, now it has quietly turned into an outright threat.

Without raising their heads, everyone present could feel the inexplicable fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Traitor, traitor!"

Will racked his brains and couldn't explain the scene in front of him, so he could only rage and roar angrily.

In the messy defense room, he clearly sensed Ron's murderous intention.

Under the threat of the silver-level battle against the gold-level, he finally regained his composure and struggled to block Ron's fierce offensive.

Yes, the intensity of the offensive is constantly increasing, and has long exceeded the limit that ordinary Silver-level extraordinary beings can bear.

If Will hadn't been an investigator of the Hanging Sword and had received extremely rigorous training, and Ron seemed to not care about the rules of the sword, he would have been able to compete with Ron.

However, he knew it in his heart.

This cannot be delayed for long.

Because at this moment, several talisman inscriptions finally appeared on the completely gold-plated card.

It seemed that Ron's aura was also felt, and the cry that was always lingering in everyone's ears continued to grow stronger.

"Ron, where are you? Come to Dad quickly!"

The black mist condensed and enveloped most of Ron's body, leaving only his head and head.

The light and shadow are bright, and the black shadow is rolling.

A clear line was drawn on Ron's chest.

It was clear that Ron had a cult aura surrounding him, but he still waved his sword as if nothing happened.

In Will's world, such a weird and weird scene should never have happened.

Even at first he thought this was an illusion created by Ron deliberately for him.

After all, cultists are good at confusing others, right?

But when Ron's sword light almost wiped a blood mark on his face, and when he could feel the frightening and inviolable sharpness of the sword light, he knew that this was not an illusion.

This is real……

Hold on, hold on for a while longer, he probably won't be able to stand it anymore!

Will could only comfort himself in this way.

After all, he had seen Ron's previous state.

He couldn't stand firmly and had to rely on his pet for support.

With this kind of physical condition, how long can he sustain the onslaught?

etc!

pet? !

That black cat?

Will suddenly reacted. In front of him was Ron, who was attacking like a storm. But where was the black cat?

Almost as soon as this thought arose, a heartbreaking pain came from behind.

The leather armor, which was strong enough to withstand a military heavy crossbow, obviously couldn't stop the tip of the black cat's claws.

There was no need to turn around to check the injury. Will could already roughly judge the injury through the pain - just this one moment was enough to seriously injure himself!

Under the pain, his movements were even slower, and Ron almost broke through the defensive sword force.

He pushed Ron back with all his strength, regardless of the black cat behind him, and scolded: "Ron, do you really think you can escape the Lord's gaze?"

However, he only had time to say this sentence.

This time, a black cat as big as a cheetah passed by silently, and its sharp claws directly touched Will's shoulder.

As a result, hot blood gushes out like a fountain.

Even because the flow rate is too fast, a faint hissing sound can be heard.

Will's pupils dilated unconsciously, unable to bear the weight of the black cat that was almost hanging on his body, he managed to stagger a few steps, and fell to his knees in front of Ron with a plop.

However, he did not look at Ron, but looked up and looked at the shadow of the sword hanging high above his head that gradually dissipated: "You can't escape..."

The vitality passed quickly, and his expression finally settled into a half-smiling expression.

As if mocking Ron.

The organization has completely focused on Ron, so what if he can use some small means to block the Lord's gaze?

Everything is just the beginning...

At this moment, Ron's condition was no better than Will's.

The sword shadow dissipated, and Ron held his knees and panted heavily. His whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

What's even more terrible is that his golden card seems to be missing a step and is not completely condensed.

He was still stuck on the threshold from the silver level to the gold level.

A bloody palm gently patted Ron's shoulder, and a gentle and happy voice sounded in Ron's ears.

"Ron, I finally found you, let's go home!"

Although the words were full of warmth, the bronze-level attendants couldn't help but swallowed and took a few steps back.

They watched with their own eyes as a man holding a woman's head walked out of Ron's shadow...