As for Skaha, she didn't mind Tempest's insulting words, not even the insulting words at first. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a warrior and queen in Celtic mythology and legend, she has a lonely personality, she is born to dominate the class, and her royal temperament is an innate trait.

However, she was first a warrior, then a queen, and finally a woman, and a woman of Ulster.

Officially, because of this, whether it was out of the open-mindedness of a warrior, or the bearing of a king, or the unrestrained spirit of an Ulster woman, she didn't care about the flirtatious-sounding flirtaties of the wind.

On the contrary, she appreciates Wind's outspokenness.

She never hides her admiration and attention for those warriors who are truly courageous, and the best of them can even pique her infinite interest.

As the price of transcending the human body, killing the gods, and being on the outside of the world, she has acquired the strange ability of "wisdom of the abyss", which allows her to not only fully understand herself, but also have a real eye to see through the qualities and essence of others.

Moreover, for those who are recognized by her as true warriors, it is possible to directly grant even their own skills to the other party, which is why she can cultivate many heroic warriors.

The great hero of Celtic legend, Ku Chulin, is arguably the most gifted and rare person worthy of her guidance.

Such a person, she now sees the second one, which is the wind in front of her.

However, because of the special nature of Tempest as a trialist, she hoped that this young man would be able to surpass Cúchulainn, and also surpass herself.

After all, the only thing she desires now is death, and the person she hopes most can give her death is trained by her own hands.

Cú Chulainn, who she had high hopes for, did not get her wish in the end.

Therefore, she really wanted to see if the young man in front of her had come to that point.

"You said yes!" The wind finally calmed down the stagnant qi and blood in his body, looked at Skaha greedily, licked his dry lips on the tip of his blood-stained tongue, and grinned: "So, with a first-class beauty like you, how can I not pursue strength and conquer the queen of the Shadow Country under my crotch, just thinking about it makes people's hearts surge!" ”

Whether it's reality or fantasyland, everyone has their own way of survival.

How strong a person's desire is, how ambitious he is, and how strong his execution is.

Hurricane never puts dreams and ambitions in his mouth, or thinks about them in his heart, but always puts them into action, action, and action.

He wants to be free, he wants to do his own thing, he wants to sit on the flowers, he wants to open the harem, he wants to indulge in carnivals, he wants to live without restraints and regrets with his women.

And in this Paradise Lost, to want all this, you have to have the strength to match these desires.

The biggest difference between him and other otaku is that he has never lacked execution.

As long as he has enough ambition and desire to succeed, he will be able to burst out with matching action.

"Yes! I feel your obsession deeply! So, as long as you don't give up this obsession for a day, I will be waiting for you to conquer me anytime and anywhere. With an intoxicating smile on his face, Skaha pointed the magic spear stained with the blood foam of the wind at the wind in front of him, and said with an awe-inspiring smile: "As long as you are ready to eat my unforgivable blow, even the gods will kill you!" ”

"Haha~! I have to admit that I am still too far away from you now, and this gap between the realm and the state of mind may have to be described in terms of dimension. Tempest took a deep breath, gripped the spear again, and re-positioned himself.

In the body that was badly damaged, the fighting spirit exuded not diminished in the slightest, but became more and more courageous. The half-squinted eyes of the dead fish are also blazing and breathtaking.

"This time, let me see you again, under the value of synchronization with me, the strongest blow you can play!"

"Oh~! Are you sure? ”

"The clearer you see the gap, the more you can know the direction and meaning of your efforts. The last shot made me chase for so long, and this time it was naturally the same. ”

"That's beautiful! Then ...... See ...... clearly."

Skaha showed a sultry smile, and at the same time moved her right foot back half a step, and the blood ** gun was also held flat by her, pointing directly at the wind.

The next moment, the "Spear of Deaththorn" suddenly erupted with a call that pointed directly at people's hearts.

This kind of inspiration is the most familiar feeling of the wind, which comes from the shadow of death.

will die.

Surely death.

It was as if every cell in the body, inside and out, was screaming and wailing such a desperate signal.

However, even if he will die, he will never sit still.

In the face of Skaha's thunderous shot, the space where the wind stood seemed to be frozen, giving him a kind of stasis like a swamp.

Even, he began to feel blocked from breathing, and the air flow around him was completely imprisoned, bringing him a suffocating oppression.

But what about all this?

In the eyes that the wind had begun to be bloodshot, it was as if a ray of blood was about to shoot out of it, and the battle intent became higher and higher, and the momentum became more and more fierce.

Correspondingly, the gun in his hand is also more aggressive.

Seeing the unexpected performance of the wind, the smile on Skaha's face became more and more charming, and the surging joy in her heart made her can't help but shout the name of the killer move:

"Piercing Death Lance!"

"Leakless guns!"

Between the lightning and flint, the magic spear "Death Thorn" pierced the sky, like thunder.

In the sonorous explosion, the magic spear's "blood" suddenly skyrocketed, like a blood dragon against the sky.

Laugh at!

The tip of the gun touched the tip of the gun.

The two magic spears seemed to be motionless, and the time and space of the entire Valhalla seemed to be frozen at this moment. However, the slightest sharp buzzing sound that made people's scalps tingle clearly revealed that two surging forces were colliding with each other and were about to completely go berserk.

The magic spear "Bloodshed" soon ran out of strength and was about to collapse completely.

However, the wind suddenly withdrew the gun, the essence in his eyes burst out, and the bloody gun in his hand exploded.

Transform into a hundred and ten blood-colored spear shadows, seemingly like a red hourglass, and the tip of each blow is pointed at the same point, pointing directly at the tip of the thunder.

Fast!

It's almost to the extreme!

Under the hysterical and crazy combo of the wind, the sound of dense sharp weapons colliding was endless, converging into one piece, and it was deafening.

One after another, the fierce winds gathered into a fierce and roaring cyclone, surging in all directions like a violent wind.

If the quality is insufficient, the quantity will make up for it.

Detonate all the magic power in the body, squeeze all the potential and vitality of the body, and explode in an instant, hundreds of gunshots, just to give it all its strength in one blow.

Hundreds of years of skills have been sharpened, hundreds of years of instinct have been precipitated, and hundreds of years of bloody ......

All of this will be ignited at this moment, and all of this will vent the most vivid roar in front of this peerless woman who he can only look up to and suffocate for......

……

(Thanks to the 500 tip of 'White Clothes Crossing the River 135', the 300 tip of 'Original Sauce', and the 100 tip of 'Candle Tears'...... (To be continued.) )