Parker watched in amazement as the miniature sheep-headed demons on the miniature bridge lay on the ground shivering, and the miniature centaurs even took out spare magazines from behind their backs to replace them, and on the other side of the bridge there were miniature versions of the two of them, exactly like they were now. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well, is this going to work?" Garcia asked.

Parker looked at it and said with a sad face, "No, I can't see my sword, I can't estimate the distance." ”

Garcia rolled his eyes and looked at him with disdain, "Stupid, if you stick your sword on the bridge deck first, you can emerge here, you can't estimate it." ”

"yes, I didn't think of that." Parker slapped his head and immediately controlled his flying sword to plunge into the bridge deck, and sure enough, a small toothpick-like sword immediately appeared in the relief on the ground. Parker quickly poked out half of his head from the side of the stone wall to look at the position of the long sword, then quickly retracted his head, and nodded with a smile, "This trick is good, it should be about the same." ”

With that, he closed his eyes, put his hand on his chest and pinched the spell to strengthen his control over the flying sword. The angry centaurs were still shooting at the stone wall, especially when Parker stuck out his head just now, it was a provocation for them, so the bullets rained down even more intensively, and everyone didn't pay attention, and the long sword that had just fallen on the bridge deck from mid-air began to tremble slightly.

Whoosh, when the long sword trembled to the extreme, it suddenly jumped into the air, and then flew in one direction, poof, a centaur stopped shooting, and looked at the chest in shock, that was the thickest position of their entire chest guard, ordinary bullets could not hurt it in the slightest, but now it was easily penetrated by the long sword that looked like a toy without hindrance, of course, along with his chest, where there was now a big hole, The centaurs in the back can even see through this large hole.

The flying swords controlled by Parker's sword cultivators are not as simple as they seem, they are all made of rare metals that can smoothly transmit aura mixed with spirit stones, and the quality of flying swords depends on how much aura they can hold for sword cultivators, so the aura of sword cultivators has actually been wrapping the entire flying sword, and the indestructible killing ability of the flying sword is actually the aura of the sword cultivators rather than the flying sword itself.

The weapons and props of these Chinese cultivators have made the demons who have always judged people by their appearance suffer a lot, and they had no idea that a fragile long sword could cause such terrifying lethality, as if the real weapon of the little fat man Garcia, who they didn't care about from the beginning, was the golden copper coin that he had been hanging on his chest.

When he opened his eyes and saw the centaurs falling to the ground on the miniature landscape, Parker immediately had confidence, he closed his eyes again and began to cast spells, with his previous experience, this time the whole bridge scene seemed to be engraved in his mind, he controlled the flying sword to fly in the air, while dexterously dodging the centaurs' shots, while reaping their lives like thunder, the centaurs who were tightly trapped there by quicksand lost the agility they relied on for a living, and looked so vulnerable in front of Parker's flying sword, A few minutes later, the brutal demons were all lying in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the centaurs were all killed, and the two little ones also stood up, Garcia waved his hand, and the stone wall retracted back to the bridge deck as if it had never existed.

All the centaurs were dead, some with their heads bowed deeply because their hooves were still stuck in the quicksand, but the blood gushing from their chests or necks had already condemned their deaths. The murder weapon that caused everything, the flying sword, honestly floated beside Parker, and due to the wrapping of the aura, not a drop of blood on the sword was sticked.

Parker frowned as he looked at the few sheep-headed demons who were still dead in the quicksand on the bridge and asked, "What about these sheep-headed demons, or you will increase your mana and bury them." The sheep-headed demons began to tremble slightly.

Garcia narrowed his eyes and said deliberately, "Why are you so ruthless after a battle, they are also lives, just buried alive?" ”

"So what do you say? Let me name them with a flying sword? ”

"I mean don't be so bad, I'll call Kevin and ask him if he can use these raw materials to make cumin mutton, this kid went to the cafeteria to help the cook and learned a lot of good dishes, authentic Chinese food, don't you want to try it?" Garcia elbowed Parker as he secretly observed the sheep-headed demons with his peripheral vision.

"No, no, don't eat me, I don't want to become Chinese food, I surrender! I give up! Lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, the broken horn straightened up in horror and raised his hands and shouted, he loves Chinese food, but it doesn't mean that he is willing to turn himself into the raw material of Chinese food, and several other sheep-headed demons also hurriedly raised their hands, although they didn't know what Chinese food was, but they still understood the words like buried alive before.

Listening to the sheep-headed demons' lame but barely understandable English, Garcia was not as surprised as Parker, but casually picked up his fake ancient sword used to confuse people, looked at the sheep-headed demons with a smile and asked, "Oh, surrender?" How did I hear that the demons are all unyielding and brave heroes, how can they surrender so easily, there must be some conspiracy. ”

"No, no, we are sincere in surrender, please believe us, we will definitely not have other ideas!" Broken Horn shouted loudly, the thin sword had killed all the centaurs just now, and he saw the little fat man's broadsword, for fear that this was the kitchenware for Chinese cuisine.

"But our intelligence shows that this is not the case, so let's do it, I'm not a cruel person, give you 1 minute to convince me, what's the use of you surrendering, we don't lack people, as a soldier, you can't even aim and shoot, in comparison, I still like cumin mutton more." Garcia licked his lips after saying that, which simply frightened the broken horn, and he began to rack his brain to think about what his people could do.

After a few seconds, Broken Horn replied with a helpless crying face: "Little sir, we can provide information on the demon army, and the rest, just like you said, I don't know what we can do, but please believe that we are sincere in surrendering, in the past, in hell we really would not surrender easily, because the soldier races between the demon kings are different, even if we surrender, we will not escape death, after all, all kinds of materials in hell are too scarce, and most of our corpses will become food for the enemy, but it is different when we come to the world, As far as I know, humans are not in the habit of eating the corpses of their enemies, so why can't we surrender in order to survive? Although there are some reasons for the sheep-headed demon not to say, Garcia can also guess that after enjoying all the benefits of the human world, these relatively weak-willed demons will have a lower will to fight, and surrender is not impossible.