"Maybe there's really no chance of revenge..."Kester looked at Solomon, who was walking towards him in no hurry, and his heart was completely desperate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's better for an ant like you to die early." Solomon grabbed Kester's neck with his left hand and lifted him up, and his right hand plunged into Kester's heart.

"Boy, wake up! To die here is to be truly dead! Just as Kester closed his eyes and waited to die, an unfamiliar voice sounded in his head, and he opened his eyes to find Solomon's right hand blocked in the air by a golden light.

The golden light quickly enveloped Kester's body, and Solomon's left hand melted directly into half as if it had been burned by magma the moment it touched the golden light, and he threw Kester out with a loud roar.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem," Kester, who had regained his freedom, knelt on the ground, clutching his throat, panting desperately.

"Boy, I'm running out of time!" The unfamiliar voice seemed to be a little anxious, "The pressure on me to forcibly break the illusion is too great, you must fight quickly. ”

"What illusion? Also, who are you? Kester had a million questions to ask at the moment.

But the unfamiliar voice seemed to fade away from Kester, becoming softer and softer: "Remember... It's a fantasy... As long as you are firm in your beliefs... can overcome the sleep..."By the end, the voice had become ethereal.

"Don't go!" Kester shouted in his heart, but the owner of the voice seemed to evaporate, and did not respond.

But Kester was in no mood to care about the source of the sound at the moment, because Solomon's figure had rushed in front of him again!

"I was careless just now," Solomon's left hand had been restored, and he pulled out the Blood Clan Spear on his back, "You better die in peace!" ”

Hearing Solomon's words, Kester's heart settled down a little: "It's really an illusion!" How could the real Solomon say so much to me. ”

"Hmph, since it's an illusion..."Kester snorted coldly, dodging Solomon's drilled shot sideways, and punched Solomon in the waist.

"Bang" A figure was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground, and Solomon put down the right foot that kicked Kester: "Even if you want to win me?" ”

"Even if you know it's an illusion, it's still very strong..."Kester smiled bitterly, he rolled on a lazy donkey to dodge the red fighting spirit flying from the tip of Solomon's spear, and muttered in his heart, "Even if there is no Holy Rank, this castrated version of Solomon is at least an eighth-order warrior..."

Before he had time to think about it, Kester rolled over and jumped, and a large crater appeared at his feet.

"Holy!" With a scolding scolding, Kester shook his hand, and the silver whip rolled towards the Blood Clan Spear in Solomon's hand.

Unexpectedly, the silver whip actually caught the Blood Clan's holy spear, but when he saw the subtle smile on Solomon's lips, Kester knew that he had been fooled.

Kester was blasted out by a huge dark red fist shadow, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, jumped back, and dodged Solomon's fierce frontal impact: "The difference in strength between the two people is too big, how can this be fought!" I'm just a sixth-order samurai! ”

"No, an illusion is an illusion, no matter how realistic it is, it must have its flaws!" Kester didn't dare to resist head-on, so he could only quickly turn his brain while fleeing, "Firm faith? Am I convinced that this is an illusion and that it will be cracked? It can't be..."

"Do I believe that Solomon, who is weaker than me, will not be able to defeat me?" Thinking so, Kester turned around with a kick and muttered, "He's too weak to beat me..."

"Bang" Sure enough, Kester was knocked to the ground by a blow, smashing a big hole on the ground: "Damn, this is not right, so what should I do?" ”

"Huh? Why didn't he attack? I'll it, it's not. Kester was about to catch his breath when he suddenly noticed a huge gun shadow more than ten meters long in the sky falling straight towards him.

In the moment of life and death, the calm feeling in Kester's heart once again dominated his actions, and the silver whip made the surrounding dance water, and a meter near Kester's body was covered by dense whip shadows, and from a distance, it looked as if a silver ball was embedded in the ground.

"In the early years, Mo Ya taught me the defensive whip shadow, shrinking by one-third, the defense power should be more than doubled, you must block it!" Kester muttered silently.

Disproportionately large spears fell on Kester's defenses, but they were crushed without an inch.

"Huh?" In the next second, Kester retreated from absolute calm, and he could hardly believe that Solomon's full force was easily blocked by himself.

"It can't be!" Solomon recalled the Blood Clan's holy spear and lost his voice, "I have broken your heart defense, how can you block my mortal blow!" ”

"I see," a smile appeared on Kester's lips, "only believing in my own abilities is the way to break the illusion, in my own illusion, I should be able to exert 100% of my strength, but he can't." Come on, crumbs, and let me see what other tricks you have! ”

"What if you block it?" The Blood Clan spear in Solomon's hand flashed red again, "Against a sixth-order warrior, I can beat you with my fists so that you can't take care of yourself." ”

"General Modi taught me this trick, and I haven't been able to use it yet..."Dodge to the right as Kester's silver whip wrapped around his fist, a blue glow shining on his fist.

"Hmph, compare strength with me?" Seeing Kester's front rushing towards him, Solomon didn't dodge or dodge, but also punched Kester's fist, "Even if you already know that this is an illusion, what can I do, my strength is a real eighth order!" ”

There was a loud crash, and a figure spat blood and flew out, this time it wasn't Kester who was knocked away.

"How is that possible?" Solomon looked at his arm that had been bent at a strange angle in horror: "I am obviously an eighth order, how can I defeat you in terms of strength?" ”

In the next second, Kester's second punch arrived, and the shadow of the fist slammed into Solomon's chest with the force of wind and thunder, denting his ribs.

"I don't know if you've heard that the Wing Clan assassins have a secret technique," looking at Solomon with wide-eyed eyes, the corners of Kester's mouth showed a mocking smile, "You can concentrate the strength of hundreds of attacks into one attack, this move is called 'Lion Mountain Split', even if you are a real eighth-order warrior, you can't withstand the power of a hundred punches of a sixth-order warrior." ”

"Uh~ I'm not reconciled!" Solomon's figure vanished into pieces, and an unwilling roar echoed in Kester's ears.

"Whew, it's okay, it worked..."Kester gasped, "This trick is really too strenuous and too difficult to use, if it weren't for the illusion, I would never have been able to use the full version of the Lion Mountain Crack." ”

With Solomon's death, the illusion faded away, and Kester found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by darkness, with only a faint light in the distance, which was supposed to be a little spark left of the extinguished campfire. A breeze blew, and Kester's heart was alarmed, and he jerked up from the bounce, and a vague black shadow lurking in the darkness pounced on him.

"What if you escape the illusion? I can still kill you! ”