Chapter 41: Moonlit Night Deathmatch (Second Update!) )

Even in the small talk just now, the two did not relax their vigilance at all, the movement of each other's eyes, the movement of their feet, and the signs of their shoulders that were ready to exert force all fell into each other's eyes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info they are not men and women who meet by chance and fall in love at first sight, but two heroic spirits who have been through a hundred battles, and the instinct of battle makes them constantly look for each other's flaws.

And so the battle began again.

With a loud shout, Nezha picked up the fire-tipped spear and jerked it down, slapping straight at the tip of the quaint spear that appeared in front of him almost instantly. The two guns were staggered, and the two gunmen also looked at each other in an instant.

What is conveyed in the eyes of both sides is the will to kill. This is a battlefield that has resounded in the name of heroes throughout the ages, and even if it is the first time you encounter a tentative battle, not having such a will means that you will eventually be out.

The sword Lancer jumped back decisively in the air, and his agile body made a series of unimaginable movements in mid-air, dancing in a dreamlike arc in the moonlight. Nezha didn't delay, he raised his spear and chased it up like a cloud, but the girl's posture suddenly paused in mid-air, and then she swooped down in the air where there was no strength, and a magical light bloomed behind him, and the tip of the spear went straight to Nezha's head.

Combined with the ability to release magic from an unknown source, the attack method of the sword Lancer has reached a rather elusive level, which also proves that the girl's combat power as a knight is absolutely excellent. However, in the next moment, the fire-tipped spear flew like a dragon, once again blocking the girl's attack, and the two of them also fell to the ground due to the impact.

Lancer the sword was about to draw his spear, but found that the tip of the spear in his hand was pressed down.

She looked up suddenly, and saw Nezha's eyes full of murderous intent.

"Pointing at Ben Shao's heart once, pointing at Ben Shao's head once, isn't it amazing how fast it is?" There was a cold aura on the faces that were difficult to distinguish between men and women. As Nezha's eyes moved, the spear wrapped in purple flames attacked like a poisonous snake.

It was an attack that bordered on a furious attack, and it seemed like this to outsiders, but only Lancer, the sword that was withstanding the attack, could feel the terrifying truth behind it.

As if by magic attached to the gun, each stab was not just the tip of a spear, but a cluster, a cluster that bloomed like a deadly rose, and each petal on this cluster pointed exactly in the direction she might dodge, and if she didn't use a spear to block, she couldn't escape the next attack. Under the seemingly brainless storm attack, but under the precise calculation and strong fighting instinct, even the girl who is a knight has to sigh at what a hero the other party has come out of the cruel war.

As a special case of the Penglai clan, the demigod Nezha was taught in Kunlun, the gathering place of immortals in Shenzhou legends, and it is not far from being proficient in all kinds of magic and immortal techniques. It's just that Nezha himself prefers to use his innate divine power and various magic weapons to crush his opponents, so he rarely uses magic, but this has prompted him to apply magic to hand-to-hand combat.

Nezha's spearmanship is an "immortal skill", which itself is an ability far beyond the limits of human beings, and on this basis, he has transformed it according to what he has learned, and has become the current deadly marksmanship that is both wild and delicate.

This is the gap between God and man.

Under the clear moonlight, the wild black shadows with long hair and slender figures dance on the solid boulders, as if they are fighting to the death on the ancient wilderness battlefield, and the towering stupa in the background adds a classical charm to the battle. The quaint spear writhed and jumped in the air, like a swift panther stepping on the drumbeat of a charge, it attacked proudly, but it was nimble, and every time it struck seemed to be a reality, if the prey was full of strength, it would retreat like a phantom; If the prey panics and dodges, it bares its bloodthirsty fangs. Calm and elegant, yet full of power, this is the hunting march composed by the girl named Lancer the Sword with her extraordinary skills.

On the contrary, the long-haired black shadow has a resolute and delicate posture. Just as the fierce sun and the gentle moon gather together in the long sky, the flame spear has both the courage of a man and the meticulousness of a woman. Like a never-ending cycle of life and death, Nezha's marksmanship is endless, the offensive is continuous, and waves of unevenness rise again and again, like a solo dance that dominates the entire stage, putting the entire venue under the tip of his gun.

In the countless exchanges between Black Iron and Purple Flame, the figures of the two seemed to be tireless, whether it was the strength of the spear or the speed of the footsteps, it was no different from when the battle had just begun, but the surrounding field was already overwhelmed, and there was a miserable sound.

The Arhats, who once looked like the living, were "dead", some were split in half from top to bottom by spears, some were crushed by strong feet, and some were pierced through the heart, leaving a round hole that was more round than a bullet hole but several times larger. The street lamps were torn apart by the wind of the spears, the shattered iron sheets could no longer protect the fragile circuits, and the dying electric sparks replaced the dead light bulbs to illuminate them. The boulder road itself had already been trampled by the inhuman feet of the two Servants, but it continued to serve as a stage for duels without being able to extricate itself.

Coincidentally, the two of them who returned to the ground lowered the intensity of the battle, and if they were as careless as they had been in the sky before, I am afraid that not only this boulder long road, but also the surrounding trees, lakes and even towers would also be involved.

"Although the agreement is to attract other Servants to show up, if neither of the two is obviously at a disadvantage, I don't think anyone will rush to make a move. In that case, let Ben Shao break the deadlock. Secretly smiling to himself, Nezha suddenly retreated, and the Qiankun circle hidden in the shadows also turned into a golden light, and swooped down on the attacking sword Lancer.

With a "ding" sound, the quaint spear collided with the Qiankun circle, bursting out with brilliant sparks.

The sword Lancer picked up the spear, and his arms suddenly exerted force, knocking the golden circle out as if playing golf, Nezha did not dodge, but just stretched out his slender fingers and lightly clicked, and the Qiankun circle seemed to come to life, hovering in the air.

The girl looked at the luxurious circle, and pointed at the gun in embarrassment: "This is the one who hit me?" ”

Nezha shook the scarf around his neck and said, "What do you say? Could it be this? ”

In the embarrassed eyes of the sword Lancer, Nezha raised his hand high and pointed forward slowly but forcefully.

The Qiankun Circle was like a dragon going out to sea in an instant, rolling up a howling wind to surround the sword Lancer.