"Heh......"

In the ruins of the newborn, the white figure staggered to its feet, making a voice of unknown significance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He held his chest up, but his head was slightly bowed, as if he was drunk, but his steps were not disordered in the slightest, although one step at a time, but steady and steady. The white daqi dragged behind him, and the broken pillars were torn out of miserable traces, but he still did not hesitate to move forward.

The road was not smooth, with broken bricks and tiles, and the walls that had just collapsed by himself. However, in front of his tall frame, these were nothing more than rubble, and he was kicked aside as he strode forward, unable to hinder his footsteps. He lowered his head, but he moved forward proudly, and slowly walked into the field of vision of Yingda Oar.

At first, Yingda Paddle could only see a vague outline, and his whole body was white. As he slowly approached, the white color was divided into inner armor and battle robe, the inner armor faintly had gold scales floating on it, and the battle robe was windless and automatic, like a pale flame.

Ying Da Pao's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the opponent's footsteps, as long as this person made the slightest move, he would immediately pounce and seize the opportunity to counterattack in time. At this time, the Ying Da Oar has the assistance of the Golden Man Twelve Armament, and is no longer inferior to the weaker Servant in terms of strength and speed, but it does not have the powerful treasures and skills of the Heroic Spirit as the core.

However, the other party did not have the slightest intention of sprinting, but walked silently and firmly, until the sun shone on his face, and he stopped without warning. Ying Da Pao sank down and set up a stance, ready to dodge and counterattack at any time.

But the man slowly raised his hand.

It was an old but well-proportioned hand, the palm was broad and rough, the five fingers were rich and powerful, neither thick nor thin, and it faintly exuded the nobility of the emperor. But at all joints, there are calluses, even far beyond ordinary martial artists. The arm was stretched out, as if trying to catch the sun, the big arm was only flat, but the palm of the hand was already easily beyond the top of the head, and this arm was probably an astonishing meter long.

As if feeling the warmth of the sun, the head that had been kept low slowly lifted up and looked at the sky.

At this moment, Ying Da Pao saw the whole picture of this sneak attacker-

It was a pale old man. Whether it is the silver wire neatly combed on the back of the head, or the beard under the chin, it is all snow-white, and there is no half of youth in it, only the sigh of old age. The square and dignified face was bloodless, like a ghost king returning from the underworld, and even his soul was pale. And on the snow-white but undisguised head, a crown was on it, and the base seemed to have a dragon claw, and the five finger claws clasped his old head, the standard crown of the ancient emperor was like a monster, holding the old man firmly in the palm of his hand, unable to escape.

Although he is tall, he is also within the scope of a normal person, but this arm is amazingly long. And the body shape of the whole body does not look thin, but is calm and stable. At this time, his head slowly lowered again, and Ying Da Pao saw his eyes in an instant, and his whole body suddenly tensed at this moment!

It was as if the power of his whole body was gathered here, and only those eyes burned with monstrous hatred and an astonishing murderous aura, like the innate coercion of a creature at the top of the food chain, as if in a second he would turn into a whirlwind again, stirring the two long swords in his hands into the heart of the target. Ying Da Pao couldn't help but hold his breath, even hearing his own heartbeat clearly, forcing his eyes to look at the man without leaving for a moment.

However, the time of staring at each other was very brief, only for a moment, and the eyes lowered along with his face, and-

Transform into real killing intent.

Without warning, the tall figure jumped into the air, the pure white robe rolled up with waves of magical power, and the double swords in his hands were like the horns of the bull demon, aiming at Yingda Oar.

"Ahh!!h With a roar, the tall white man turned into an endless hurricane, wrapped in frenzied and mighty magic power, and launched an attack on the Ying Da Oar, the sharp twin swords even more lethal under the high-speed rotation, like an indestructible steel tornado.

Watching the opponent from far to near, Yingda Paddle did not move at all. Dodging counterattacks sounds easy, but the most important thing is to get the timing right. If you dodge early, the opponent will change your moves, and if you dodge late, you will lose the need to dodge. Therefore, it is also a gamble to make a storm within the distance that the other party cannot change his moves.

His eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the other party's sprint, sensing the changes in the magic in the air, his ears listening to the fluctuations of the wind, and his six senses were fully opened, but he still couldn't keep up with the speeding figure, and as long as he slowed down, the blade would tear through the armor and pierce his body. His eyes burst out with a little bloodshot, and the magic power continued to pour into the six senses, but it was still a little worse.

At this moment, a clear stream slowly flowed out of his chest, soaked his hot blood, caressed his restless heart, made his six senses clear and transparent, and broke through the barrier in the deadly crisis.

His boiling blood slowed down. His heart was slowing, his eyes were no longer clouded by fear, his hearing was no longer masked by the sound of his heartbeat, and the tornado-like rush was gradually slowing down in his eyes. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was able to capture the changes in the opponent's body, and he could see the slight tremor of the blade, and he knew that he had won the bet.

The chaotic gale ravaged the scorching air, and the sharp sword struck in front of the big oar in an instant, like a dead dragon let out a deafening roar, and the lifeless gale contained anger. The intense hatred and the other party's reaction finally made Ying Da Pao discover something.

This man was a Berserker.

Although it was not the same as he expected, the anger and chaos of the other party were obvious, but the degree of madness was not high, so there were not too many abnormalities. In this way, the hatred of the other party is not directed at himself, but hates everyone indiscriminately, and he has almost lost his mind.

These thoughts passed through his mind, but there was no time to go through them. Ying Da Pao looked at the long sword that was close at hand, and suddenly lowered his body, and the blade of the sword glittering with cold light grazed the helmet of Jin Ren Twelve, making a tooth-aching grinding sound.

Letting the blade rub his body, Ying Da Paddle looked intently at the angry old face in front of him, and even had time to take a deep breath, his legs were axes, and his waist and hips exerted force.

A punch in return!

"Boom!"

The white whirlwind collapsed in an instant, and the tall and pale figure broke away from its original trajectory and rolled out.