The female warrior's blade was a fierce wind blade, and each slash would cause an extremely violent and violent air current, which alone was enough to strangle everything within a few hundred meters of her surroundings, not to mention the murderous intent that kept pouring out of her body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her murderous instinct stems from absolute belief in herself and absolute hatred of her enemies.

The legendary samurai who have truly reached the final solitary realm will not remain merciful to the enemy until the end of the battle, nor will they have any remorse for their attacks, and will integrate all attacks into a life without regrets, which is their belief and way.

Without any intellectual hesitation, the soul and body can be perfectly united. The soul purifies the decaying body from the mortal nature.

The warrior saw the evil and unyielding will of the Assyrians, the growing power of the Assyrians as time passed, and the evil will that did not belong to humanity seemed to be being released from the endless chaos and attacked her with teeth and claws, to pull her into the eternal chaos. Fear is formed in her heart, and because she cannot eliminate it, she can only defeat the person who brings it, and she wants to kill the enemy quickly.

Her sword skills form a blow without regret and the will without regret contained in it. That will is lethal to all living beings, and it can deprive life of all life and hope. Her body turned into dew, sprinkled everywhere, and then reconstituted in a very short time, by which time she had appeared before the Assyrians, whose faces were no more than five centimeters apart.

She looked at him, and he looked at her.

Looking at each other, the fanatical belief that both sides want to kill each other is also accurately conveyed to the two parties who are silently facing each other through the breath of their respective bodies. They both understand that they have a common belief and that is to kill each other.

The bridge of the Assyrian's high and straight nose had been cut by the knife at this time, and his long, narrow and profound eyes were still bright, revealing the cruelty of the Assyrians and their absolute insistence on the honor of blood, and he said in a deep voice: "Little girl, you are so beautiful......! Pity. The flower of beauty will also wither, and then you will be like a flower that has been trampled, still proud, but has lost this beautiful and charming face, and I will be interested in scratching it. ”

The female warrior looked at his extremely slender eyes, hooked inside and out, and snorted disdainfully, "Like a woman." Her rippling eyes carried an assessment of this kind of enemy: You are completely worthless.

Without any hesitation, the sword sparked on the armor of the Assyrians in a very short time, and although the armor was undamaged, some kind of will had poured into the armor-covered body along the sword.

As if she had seen how the Assyrians had been infected by the will, she still had a trace of pity in her eyes, only the mercy of the victor for the loser, not for her own faults, and the warriors in battle were not at fault, let alone introspect and repent. Introspection and repentance do not lead to victory, and sympathy is one of the biggest factors that lead to defeat, so for her, there is no need for sympathy.

The Assyrians were not torn apart by her will, as they imagined. Blue flames burst from his armor, and the flames made a continuous popping sound that quickly spread throughout the Assyrian body, and the female warrior felt a sense of being stared at.

It was a strange feeling, yes, that she seemed to have been ignoring the samurai. He sneaked up again.

"The one who robbed me, you are not small. Before losing consciousness, she heard the Assyrian say to the warrior with a sword unsheathed, and she finally heard, "Xiao Sheng just did what he had to do, please bear with me." ”

"I won, sir. The Assyrian half-knelt in front of Slan and offered the two swords of the female warrior, "Don't forget that there is also a credit for Xiaosheng." ”

"your grandma, you're only playing a little bit of a role at most. The Assyrian muttered in his heart, and he nodded and said to Mr. Slan, "This is the result of our battle...... Maybe there's going to be a fight next, me and him. The Assyrian pointed to himself and turned his head to look at the warrior.

The ancestors of the Assyrians also seemed to be tired of his unworthy descendants, and the gods did not seem to intend to bless him with anything, this time, Slan frowned, "The female warrior is not dead, according to our rules, this battle is not considered a victory." ”

"I can mend the knife. The Assyrians immediately said. The Assyrian, who drew a steel sword that shimmered with cold light, said to Slan, "The dark iron of Hylia is enough to cut the body of a legendary warrior, as long as you give the order, I will ...... it immediately."

"For this god stick, Xiao Sheng really disdains to be in company with it. The warrior went up to the Xianbei and tried to put aside his ties with the Assyrians and try to find an ally, and he had a new understanding of the Assyrians as a fellow, and he felt an extreme distrust of him.

This universe is a large ranch, and it has never been a very difficult problem to realize the relationship between shepherds and sheep, and the exchange of identities between shepherds and sheep. Predators are either at peace with each other, or you are alive or dead. It's always from one extreme to the other, and there are few intermediate possibilities.

The Assyrian body was suddenly struck and stood there dumbfounded.

A playful eye appeared a few hundred meters above the Blue Sanssouci Palace, and a purple thunderbolt symbolizing the power of destruction was conceived from the eye, and the time of gestation was only a moment, and then a huge wave of thunder covered the Assyrians who prayed to the gods.

The man who sent this thunder was, Slan.

He looked at the Assyrian with great disdain, who was completely puzzled, and then judged him instead of explaining: "You fool, how many times did you pray to the gods in the palace belonging to the demons in the battle just now? ”

In this regard, the Assyrians can only be as powerless as a chicken to decide his own fate in the face of the farmer, and he hopes to obtain Slan's forgiveness by nodding frequently: "If you are a demon, I will definitely abandon God, Lord, please bless the demon, Lord, please abandon God." ”

"Mr. Slan is my lord, a saint on earth, I should have known. The Assyrians held up the statue of the pendant of the patriarch Toramias, and spoke in a rebellious manner that would have made his ancestors angry, if his ancestors had known them.

"It's more reassuring for you to take me. Silan said to the Xianbei people, and the other party said, "Yes." ”

"My prey. Silan said, and the Xianbei man raised his bow, "It won't be long before those voices against you will never be heard." ”

"As for you," Slan snatched the knife away from the Assyrian neck in disgust, like a dead dog, "because I forgot what I was going to do to you, so...... Never mind. The Assyrians were dumbfounded, "I wonder if I will give you any reward, just like the owner of a dog will give it a bone after barking wildly, I have to say that you think too much, if you don't kill you, it will be a reward." Slam's voice made the Assyrians even more ...... No, he immediately felt a strange power flowing into his body, and his mind was undergoing another fission, and at this time, he seemed to understand something, and said, "Thank you, sir." ”

"Sir's meeting time is over. At this time, the female secretary ordered the eviction of these bounty hunters.

"Like a clown. And the awakened warrior walked up to the Assyrians and spoke softly. The Assyrians looked at her, then at the back of the Xianbei, and finally said, "Heras will bless me, for no one knows if the river will dry up before it flows into the sea." The Assyrians believed that failure was always temporary. "He didn't say anything about us Assyrians this time, only about Assyrians.

"If you fail, you won't succeed in a lifetime. The warrior had gone far away, and had left the palace, leaving only the Assyrians themselves, and then he ran out, and his figure blurred, distorted, and vanished, the speed of light was not yet for him, but it was about the same. Of course, sometimes it's almost the same.

"Don't you hate him? Remember you said: The Assyrians have Belu blood.

You don't like Beru, and therefore you don't like Assyria. The redhead asked as she approached with a gilded silver platter.

"When did I say that I hated his words... I wouldn't have given him the gluttony rule. Silan, who was reclining in his chair, wondered, and his hand turning the book stopped. Then he understood something, and smiled: "Even if I say it, forget it, my life is to forget, don't care about this thing." Including everything I do, I don't have to care, it doesn't make sense. Because I'm bored, I have to find something to do. Silan put down the book, straightened up, and said, "What is there to eat, although there is no desire to eat, but now is the time to eat something after all." ”

"Hot cookies, milk, and lamb shank. ”

"It sounds so shabby, and in my identity, these things are too... This is not in keeping with the Abisse tradition of 'the strong take the best of everything'. ”

"You care about this. The redhead sat beside him nonchalantly, looking at him with coquettish eyes, full of disbelief.

"Tradition?" said Slan, groaning, "What does that thing have to do with me." His words were subversive.

"A qualified ancestor would not say such a thing. ”

"I seem to be qualified? Ancestor, boring title, who came up with it?"

"That's complaining...... My cooking. She whispered, "I'm a top chef." ”

"No, nothing to complain about. Thinking about our universe, there are still many people who can't even eat these things. It's just that it's always a little strange to think that as a powerful life at the pinnacle, eating such a simple thing. ”

"Simple things? These are not simple. Your Highness, picky eating is a very bad tradition. ”

"Can't you say it's a habit?" asked Slan.

The tenderness was all gone, and she looked at him with a cold gaze, and said, "Abyss will never have habits, only traditions. You're becoming more and more human. ”

"It should be said that humans are like demons. I haven't changed myself. ”

Slan wiped out all the food, including the milk he didn't like to drink, because it was not his tradition to let it go... It should be said that it is character.

It was a war of total annihilation, and the "enemy" would disappear in his eternally chaotic stomach.