Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1568: Chapter 1568: Ramir Harris

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Julius Reed leaped three steps in mid-air!

Landed in front of Devlin!

No trace was left on the snowy ground.

No trace in the snow!

"Run?"

Julius Reed smiled faintly.

"Why should I run?" Devlin stepped back!

Whoosh!

Several figures!

Leaping out from the snow!

A total of five!

Surrounding Julius Reed in the center.

"Since I know you’re here, do you think I’d come unprepared?"

Devlin changed his voice line, speaking in a completely different tone than before.

"Very clever, like a cripple I know," Julius Reed glanced around, looked at Devlin, and chuckled, "But five people, isn’t it too few?"

"Devlin."

When these four words were spoken, Devlin’s hand trembled.

"Who is Devlin." He spoke with feigned calmness.

His voice line changed.

Raced from Boulevard to the Town.

How did the Lord guess his identity?

Or was he bluffing him?

"Sneaky and incapable, who else but you, Devlin?" Julius Reed brushed the snow off his body, "But only a few people, and you dare to come find me?"

"Do not underestimate them!" Devlin said coldly, "Whether alive or dead, it doesn’t matter!"

After speaking, he swiftly left!

Quickly disappeared into the white snow.

"Surrender, or let us kill you?"

One person spoke coldly.

They were dressed in white clothes, having been lurking in the snow.

"Do you have the ability for that?"

Julius Reed kicked fiercely with his right foot!

Snow scattered everywhere!

Bam! Bam!

Taking advantage of the chaos, he delivered punches to the left and right!

Directly knocking the white-clad men on both sides flying!

Then Julius Reed moved and twisted his body!

Elbow thrust out!

Crack!

The third man’s ribs were broken, falling onto the snow.

Out of the five, only two remained.

"Deserving of the Lord...you have some skill."

In the snow.

Three men got up one after another.

Approaching once more.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it’s the remnant of the Undead Tribe." Julius Reed folded his hands behind his back, gazing at the white-clad men gradually approaching.

Is this their confidence?

"If you can get past these four, then you can battle me."

The white-clad man who hadn’t spoken, took a jug of wine from his waist, drinking deeply.

A longsword was also hanging at his waist.

Swoosh!

Four weapons unsheathed simultaneously!

"I have a sword."

Julius Reed placed his right hand at his waist, and swiftly drew it!

"Can even break the sky!"

Crash!

Dark fire exploded!

Amidst flying snow!

A sword beam flashed by! noveldrama

Flames soared!

The first white-clad warrior, with his weapon shattered!

The whole person was cleaved in half!

The two halves fell into the snow, continually burning!

The heart-wrenching wails made the remaining three pause!

Swish!

Julius Reed’s sword beam flashed!

Fiery Flame Slash!

Another one was directly split open!

He turned!

Raised his sword!

Eyeing the last two.

The white-clad warrior’s eyes reflected the flames dancing on the hellish sword, filled with fear!

Watching helplessly, the Undead Tribe companion...

Actually, died!

Turned to ash!

Covered by flying snow!

"What’s wrong? Why is your hand shaking?" Julius Reed stepped forward, the hellish sword continuing to burn in his hand.

The two white-clad warriors of the Undead Tribe couldn’t resist retreating, fear flooding their eyes!

Undead!

They were invincible because they were undead!

But now...

Why is being undead not working?

Is it the flame?

Or that sword?

As faith crumbled, the people of the Undead Tribe, like ordinary people, began to fear death.

"Your leg is shaking too."

Julius Reed spoke, taking another step!

Clang!

Sparks flew!

The two white-clad warriors of the Undead Tribe raised their longswords, barely blocking the strike!

"Too weak."

Julius Reed grabbed with his left hand, directly clutching the longsword, shoving it aside forcefully!

Right hand!

Fiercely stab!

The Longsword burning with ghostly fire directly pierces through a person’s body!

Julius Reed withdraws the sword!

Slash again!

The second undead head falls!

Two flames continue to burn amidst the falling snow.

The last standing person is drinking wine, leaning on his sword, with a smile on his face.

"Very strong, you’re indeed someone who could suppress the empire."

He tilts the bottle vertically, and after the last drop of wine enters his mouth, he directly throws the bottle out!

"Watch the sword!"

A flash of cold light!

The Longsword unsheathes!

The falling snow seems to freeze in place!

The sword edge cleaves through!

Snowflakes are sliced apart!

And the sword edge, is unstoppable!

Heading straight towards Julius Reed!

The sword of hell burns with ghostly fire!

Violently clashes with the Longsword!

Sparks fly everywhere!

The flames also melt the falling snow!

Deafening sound!

Julius Reed laughs loudly: "Not bad! Much stronger than those useless ones!"

"I kill with no more than three strikes! But today, it seems I must make an exception." The man’s face pales, his eyes hollow.

He suddenly retreats!

The sword tip horizontally flicks!

The snow directly splashes!

It actually solidifies in mid-air!

Transforming into sharp flying daggers!

"Slash!"

The man’s Longsword slips from his hand!

Together with those flying daggers formed from snowflakes, they crash towards Julius Reed overwhelmingly!

The north wind howls!

The snow is thirty centimeters deep!

Julius Reed stands in the snow, watching the ice blades flying towards him!

Whoosh!

He spins with one hand, howling forward!

Flames break through the wind and snow!

Like a giant fiery maw, swallowing the ice blades!

Meanwhile!

The Longsword breaks through the air!

Julius Reed pushes the sword of hell forward sharply!

Clang!

Crisp sound!

The snow dissipates!

The Longsword flies back!

"Crack!"

Leap!

The man leaps into the air!

Grabs the blade with his right hand, then smashes down hard!

The earth!

Actually begins to tear apart!

The backward snow floods, sweeping towards both sides!

Clang!

Julius Reed stabs the Longsword down!

Landing in the center of the ground!

When the crack impacts the front of the sword of hell, it cannot advance at all!

Slash!

Julius Reed withdraws the sword!

A frost-condensed chill directly shoots along the crack!

The man moves his feet to evade, continuously slashing!

Boom!

A loud explosion!

Causing the snow to soar!

"One of the three swordsmen under the empire, Ramir Harris."

Julius Reed lifts the Longsword, looking at the man before him.

"Does the Lord still remember me?" The man smiles faintly: "I have no regrets in dying."

"I’m too familiar with this swordsmanship." Julius Reed squints his eyes, saying coldly: "Why did you betray the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance back then, and submit to the empire!"

This voice!

It’s an interrogation!

"I, Ramir Harris, don’t I even have the right to choose!" Ramir Harris raises the sword, pointing it at Julius Reed: "Do I have to be your lapdog for life!"

"But you became a lapdog for the empire, embraced the darkness." Julius Reed says expressionlessly.

"Because you can’t give me immortality, but the empire can!"

Leap! Leap! Leap!

Ramir Harris steps on the snow, holding the sword with both hands!

Stabbing fiercely like a whirlwind!

"Immortality? Immortality that can be killed by me doesn’t count!"

Julius Reed holds the sword single-handedly, charging forward!

In the snow!

The two shadows draw closer!

Clang!

A loud crash!

Longsword collide!

The hand holding the sword of Ramir Harris is trembling relentlessly.

"Give me a reason." Julius Reed asks coldly.

"I...had no choice." Ramir Harris suddenly pushes!

"Ah!"

He shouts explosively!

He raises the sword to the sky!

The snow, astoundingly freezes!