The Green Gold Group building stands in the commercial area, and there is nothing unusual from the surface, only in the air can you see the big black hole in the roof, like the giant mouth of a monster. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSunlight shines through the hole into the building, bringing some light to the scorched hellish ruins.

A figure stood outside the battlefield of Ying Da Pao and the white-robed Berserker, no matter what changes happened to the battle between the two of them, she could not be distracted, and the distant mountain-like Dai Mei was always calm and calm, preoccupied with maintaining vigilance, it was Saber Ying Xiaotu.

She no longer deliberately controlled the inky skirt, and let the black mist roll and stir, the resentful spirits from thousands of years ago have now become her loyal subordinates, spreading their hidden tentacles to all corners of the shadows, without her own looking, just standing here can detect the changes in the magic in the air, and then discover the unknown enemies that may exist.

But when the piercing sound of gold and iron was interrupted by a punch, she still slowly exhaled a long breath, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. "This is like the words, what else is there to be afraid of wearing the Golden Man Twelve, although this guy has been strengthened by madness, but the warrior who has lost his mind is just a rigid machine, you kid don't want to hang the lottery here."

Although he didn't say it, Ying Xiaotu still thought secretly in his heart.

And Ying Da Paddle stood alone in the sun, looking at the stumbling figure, his face full of incredulity.

At that moment just now, he even had the idea of letting Ying Xiaotu help him out of the siege, but in the end he decided to carry it on his own, which now seems to be the right decision. Originally, his dynamic vision could not be compared with the Heroic Spirit, even if he wore the Golden Man Twelve Armament, his physical strength and reflexes were greatly improved, but he still couldn't keep up with the opponent's sprint speed with the naked eye. Dodging and counterattacking is really a technical job, and the scale must be flexibly mastered by oneself, but it is a moment of life and death, and it is not sloppy.

And just now, in an instant, he clearly felt the pure and clear magic in his body, as if it was surging up from the depths of his heart, he didn't know what to do, but it seemed to be natural and natural. With the balance of his heartbeat and breathing, his six senses became accessible between the lightning and flint, and the world in his perception was completely different from before, and the speed of the other party's wind was no longer unpredictable, but became clearly visible to the naked eye, and finally helped him complete just the right amount of dodge and counterattack.

And the magic that played a key role, Ying Da Pao felt extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it for a while. But now was not the time to think, he looked in the direction of the enemy flying upside down, and saw the white figure struggling to get up.

"Frenzed" class skills deprive the Servant of their sanity and increase their stats instead. After all, in the case of the required mana provided by Mater, any bit of mana is a very valuable strategic resource, even if the mana consumption is low, the human treasure must be used in a planned way, so the battle of the Heroic Spirit is still mainly based on white-knuckle combat, and the requirements for various ability values are relatively high.

The madness skill often changes the Servant's image to a certain extent, but the Servant in front of him seems to be no different from ordinary people, except for his pale face and tall body, neither black mist nor muscular giant. As for the obviously abnormal arm, I am afraid that it is still a characteristic of his own sake, and has nothing to do with madness.

Therefore, the other party's madness skill level should not be high, but it seems that some obsession has been deeply rooted in his heart, and the impact of "madness" is enough to make him fall into madness, and this terrible hatred really doesn't know where it comes from.

The pale-faced old man once again straightened his chest forward, although his hair was already white, but this tall body was not rickety, his well-proportioned body was even strong, and his hands holding the double swords did not tremble at all, which showed that he was also a person who had been on the battlefield before his death, and the imperial crown on his head had always made Ying Da Pao a little concerned, but he was puzzled.

Shenzhou has a long history, and it is not uncommon for monarchs to have experienced a hundred battles, and there are even many kings who simply won the world on the horse, and they are brave generals. But if it is such a powerful existence, even if it loses its reason, it should not be easily knocked down by itself, and the miserable white king in front of him has obviously not reached such a level.

Other words...... The other party's "throne" was not recognized by the entire Shenzhou, in other words, during his reign, there were other kings on the land of Shenzhou who competed with him, so that later generations did not treat them as real emperors, so the strength of the legend was weaker than the emperor who ruled the world.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to fly upside down just now, the white-robed old man did not have any injuries on his body, and there was nothing unusual about his chin, and his movements were still calm and firm. He walked out into the sunlight again and stopped.

In this light falling from the sky, the white-robed old Berserker's right leg stepped forward, and his center of gravity sank, as steady as Mount Tai. His long arms spread out leisurely, and the pair of swords in his hands shone like two ice flames, making people feel pressured. Facing the sight of Yingda Oar, the white head slowly raised, the dignified face was like a square stone carving, the ambition was like a knife but it did not lose its generosity, and a pair of ingots with big earlobes on both shoulders, adding a bit of grace.

Only those eyes burned like angry flames, venting the resentment and hatred in their hearts, and suddenly met the eyes of Yingda Oars.

Ying Da Pao's gaze is equally firm, but it is like a rushing river, not limited by hatred, not bound by fate, free and easy to hide calm and peaceful, rushing into the eyes of the white-robed old man.

However, for the soul consumed by hatred, clear water is also like fire oil, which will only make the fire stronger, and in an instant, the old Berserker's beard is open, like a dragon roaring:

"Wu Dog, pay for your life!!"

A white flame of light erupted from his body, distorting the scene around him, and in the sunlight it rose into a dragon, and it was still majestic, and his eyes were wide open. However, unlike the real dragon, the huge eyes were no longer righteous and awe-inspiring, but fierce; The majestic maw is no longer closed, but roars fiercely; The dragon's claws, which vowed to destroy all injustice, were also stained with blood, and everything was turned white.

Needless to say, this situation is no longer necessary.

Prosperous because of the oath of brothers, but also because of the righteousness of brothers and sisters, the male of benevolence and virtue in the Three Kingdoms era, Emperor Zhaolie of the Shu Han Dynasty, Liu Bei Xuande, holding a male and female double-strand sword, like a thunderous attack.

Ying Da Pao's expression was slightly grim, and he bowed his head towards the old enemy who was rushing towards him, and his fists were clenched.