Ace Resles clenched the dual swords in his hand, although it was unbelievable, but the opponent in front of him did control four long swords at the same time, which meant that his slash would be doubled compared to just now! Aceles looked in the direction of his men again, scarred and still fighting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't worry about us!"

"Please ask the patriarch to fight with all his might!"

"We'll be here to help you soon!"

Perhaps sensing the patriarch's concern, the three goatmen endured the pain and shouted loudly.

Aceres's eyes flashed with a moist glint, and now he was worried that his subordinates would only put everyone in a more dangerous situation, and the only thing he could do at the moment was to concentrate on defeating his opponents and then go to their side.

"You must hold on!" Ace Rose yelled, and the fighting spirit in his whole body began to burn.

"I've been arguing since just now, and I'm going to make you unable to make a sound again!" Hills rushed towards Aceles, and for him, who couldn't understand the goat-people's language, he could only hear a roar.

Acereth raised his sword to meet the battle, and the two sides seemed to be surrounded by an overflowing cold light, and the rapid offensive and defensive battles blurred their figures, leaving only the white reflection on the sword and the sharp crashing sound. Faced with twice as many slashes as before, Aceress could barely parry at first, but as his physical strength passed, the blade was gradually suppressed. At this moment, it could only dodge the fatal wounds with all its might, and the scratches on its body and limbs were already countless.

In contrast, Aceles' slashes have been completely seen through by his opponents and can always be easily blocked, so Hills has no scars on his body yet, and a victor's smile appears on his face.

The pain continued to come from his body, and Ace Rose repeated the mechanical slash while constantly retreating, and it seemed that the level of blood loss had reached the point where it was in a trance, and the fate of death was a foregone conclusion.

Anyone who sees this would normally make such a judgment, but if you look closely at Acereth's eyes, you will see that it is not the eyes of the dead who are confused, but the eyes of the hunter waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

Aceres's body slowed down, revealing a flaw in the position of his heart.

"Die!"

Believing that he was certain to win, Hills let out an excited laugh and took a leap forward.

Aceles swung his blade again, a simple slash that had been repeated countless times as before, and without thinking, Hills raised his sword to block with his mind, stabbing the goatman in the chest.

Insignificant slashes were easily blocked, and thrusting swords pierced through the hearts of their opponents, a picture that Hills had in his mind's eye.

However, Aceress' slash knocked down the mind-controlled sword, slashing off Shears' outstretched right arm, blood gushing out of the cut like a fountain, and the incredible surprise made Shills's brain go blank.

The next second later, Hills' body was occupied by pain, and he clutched his wound and retreated.

"My hands, my hands! Impossible, impossible, what did you do, what did you do?! A mixture of anger and shock, and perhaps a hint of fear squeezed out of his nearly bitten teeth.

Of course, Aceles, who couldn't understand human language, couldn't answer him.

Acereth exhaled as if he were about to spit out the pain all over his body. It was a countermeasure that had been designed when he saw the opponent pull out four swords at the same time, and if he faced the four swords head-on, there was absolutely no chance of winning, so Acereth deliberately pretended to be difficult to parry after resisting for a while, not only to conserve physical strength, but also to paralyze the opponent. Then, just keep taking minor injuries and repeating simple attacks that are difficult to threaten, so that the opponent thinks that they have fallen into a state of confusion. In this way, the trap for catching the prey is made.

The final step is to deliberately expose the flaw and let the opponent who wants to win attack, while he himself uses the same simple attack as before. Of course, although the angle is the same as before, the strength is not comparable to the previous simple attacks, this time using a martial art called "Heavy Strike", which is an attack that can greatly increase the damage. If you still resist with the same strength as before, the consequences can be imagined.

Who would have thought that humans would be put on a display by monsters.

Acereth didn't leave his opponent a chance to breathe, and rushed forward quickly, the blade in his hand with a crisp wind roar, and Hills, who was paralyzed by the pain, was no longer able to resist, and his eyes revealed an emotion called fear.

This blow will decide the winner!

Of course, the premise is that the opponent is only one person.

A golden flash lit up in front of Aceres, and a powerful blast bounced Aceres's body out. As if teleporting, the man in white, who had been in the distance before, now appeared between Ace Race and Hills. The breeze lifted his white robes, just in time to keep Hills out of sight.

"I don't like to owe people, if I save you now, how about the money I owed you before?" Although facing this Aceles, the man in white didn't seem to take him seriously at all, but turned around and said calmly to Hills.

Showing his back in front of his opponent, such a person has absolute confidence in his own strength, if not an idiot, but Acereth oozed sweat from his forehead, and he stayed where he was, and did not attack rashly, because the impact just now made it understand that the person in front of him was definitely not the former.

"Rolda, you preemptive man!"

"Then you don't agree? It's okay, I don't have to pay it back if you're dead," Rolda's tone was calm and without the slightest emotion.

"Okay, a write-off!" Hills almost screamed at the words, he had no choice in such a situation, no amount of money was important.

"Thank you very much," Rolda smiled with satisfaction, then picked up the severed arm on the ground and pressed it against Shears' wound.

"Intermediate Healing Technique", "Primary Regeneration Technique"!

After a brief chanting, Hills' arm became a part of his body again as the magic was activated, and there was no sign of being severed.

"Then go ahead," Rolla nodded to Acereth before disappearing from the front.

Hills stood up again and moved his severed arm, which, judging by the look of pleasure on his face, should have been completely unaffected.

It's terrible!

Ace Ress struggled to adjust his breathing, and the advantage he had finally won was instantly reversed with the appearance of the man in white. At this moment, it felt a burning pain all over its body, and with the previous lesson, the opponent's next attack would definitely be more vigilant, and with its current state, it would definitely not be able to resist.

"Just a monster, dare to take Uncle Ben's hand, unforgivable, I want to break your body into ten thousand pieces!" The intensity of his anger made Shears's cheeks twitch involuntarily, and he held four swords in front of him at the same time, as if he was chanting something, and then the blades were covered in blue lightning, forming lightning-like tree-like forks, and the occasional splash of electricity on the ground shattered the dust, leaving black spots.

Before, he could still hear the sound of his subordinates fighting, but now he couldn't hear anything, although he was worried about the safety of his subordinates, but Acereth had no time to care about it at the moment, and its eyes were firmly fixed on the sprinting opponent.

The long sword with the electric current swung down suddenly, and a bright blue light lit up in his field of vision, and Acereth raised his sword to resist, but the electric current that was originally wrapped around the sword flew out like a bow and arrow.

The left shoulder first felt a burst of burning heat, and then the pain in the heart reached the brain and the nose smelled something like burning, the blade fell from the left hand without warning, Acereth dodged backwards with all his strength, and looked at the left shoulder at the same time, only to see that the left shoulder had been completely penetrated by the current just now, leaving a blood-red hole the thickness of an index finger, and worse, the nerves in the left hand seemed to have been destroyed together.

"Next is the right hand, then the legs, and I'm going to let you die slowly in pain, hahahaha," Hills let out an almost crazy laugh, and the effect of the first-order lightning magic "electric shock" attached to the blade was attached. Of course, Hills is not a magician, so the source of his magic is not himself, but the sword in his hand. These four long swords are enchanted weapons, and the additional ability is thunder and lightning, but the magic on the enchanted weapon is not like the magician's own magic that can be used all the time as long as there is magic, but there is a limit to use, like the electric shock magic on the long sword of the hills, each sword can only be used once a day.

However, this is more than enough.

Hills' lightning slash struck again with a terrifying laugh, and the triple shock instantly pierced Aceres's limbs. Although the imagination in his mind this time was not different from the image in front of him, the sword that Hills stabbed out conveyed a sense of nothingness as if it pierced the air.

The figure of the goat-man in front of him disappeared as if melting, and then the sky, the empty sky, reminded Hills of his once empty self, the ragged, stinking little ghost.

Ah, it was really sloppy back then.

This was the last image Shears saw.

The sword, which was controlled by his mind, fell to the ground, and the hands holding the sword fell weakly, and his body fell straight like a puppet with a line off, and the blood gushing from the neck of the lost head bloomed into a huge red flower on the ground.

Aceress stood behind him, the blade of his right hand halting in midair.

That's a martial art - "Shadow Kill"!

Shears' head flew some distance in the air before rolling down to Rolda's feet, his expression full of confusion.

"I'm sorry, Sears, I can't help you even if you stare at me like that, this time it's a death or injury," Rolla apologized to Hills, who was staring straight at him, but there was no apology in his tone, and then he raised his foot and kicked Sears's head to the side.

"Hmph, useless fellow," Asaron snorted contemptuously from his nose as he walked toward Aceres.

"Haha, that's a pretty trick, but it doesn't look like it," Dyrok laughed happily as he sat cross-legged on the ground.

The remaining three did not seem to feel any grief from the death of their companion.

With all his special moves, his body reached its limit, and Acereth fell to the ground hard. Not far away, three of his subordinates also fell to the ground, but they were already three corpses. One goatman's head was completely shattered, and his brain was mixed with viscous bodily fluids and spilled on the ground, while the other two goatmen were scarred all over their bodies as if they had been killed, and the blood in their bodies had been completely drained.

The death of his subordinates filled Aceres' heart with sadness and anger, they were both his own subordinates and his best friends who had grown up with him, and the flames of revenge burned in his heart, but his body was completely unresponsive.

Ashalon's massive body came to him, shielding the sun from the sun like a giant, and he raised his fist with a steel gauntlet. With Aceresz's current physical state, it would definitely not be able to withstand such a heavy blow, and it slowly closed its eyes. Although it was very unwilling to avenge its subordinates, what could it do when its body was no longer able to move, and now it could only be slaughtered by others.

Ace Race felt the blood gushing down his cheeks, but his body didn't feel the slightest pain, not the slightest pain in his body, except for the muscle soreness caused by the shadow kill.

It reopened its eyes, only to realize that the blood on its cheeks did not come from within, but from Asaron in front of it. Seven magical spears converging with the power of darkness pierced through his massive body, hating the negative energy of all living creatures and greedily sucking his life.

In the face of powerful magic, the heavy full-body armor is useless, and the developed muscles that have been worked hard are useless, and the "steel shield" Acharon, who is famous for his super defense, is easily penetrated like a piece of paper at this moment.

In this place, there are only ...... characters who are willing to save themselves and are able to use such powerful magic Acereth looked at the mist, which was not even able to penetrate the light, gradually dissipating, and out of it came a slender pale figure.

"Lord Kilgaru!" The joy of my heart burst out of my mouth in words.