Suddenly, the filthy ones fell from the sky, and their target was directly at the defensive line of the Gorge Gate, and they should merge with the outside, trying to put the massive monsters outside into the Gorge Gate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Stop them!" Milou shouted.

Before he could finish speaking, the others had already pounced.

Pan Ke held two long swords on the left and right, the raptor broke the army, blocking a giant sword black swordsman, the swords intersected, sparks flew everywhere, the four eyes were facing each other, the two ~ bounced away, and there was no one within ten meters.

"Are you a monster, or a human?" Pan Ke asked coldly.

The black filthy man slung his greatsword to his shoulder, a dozen scars lined up across his face, and his eyes were as crazy as beasts.

"Sword Master...... Pank! The Greatsword Filth grinned, showing a mouthful of fangs, "You're not dead, really...... That's great! ”

Once the first swordsman of the royal family, the man who was once known as the swordsman, he now uses white gloves to cover the hideous black ghost hands.

Whether it's vindictiveness or ghost hands, it makes no difference to him. He doesn't need the power of the ghost hand because he only believes in his own swordsmanship.

The master of swordsmanship, a name that has not been heard in hundreds of years.

"Who are you?" Pank was expressionless.

The Greatsword Filthy Person's face was completely indistinguishable, but he vaguely felt something familiar.

"Hahaha...... Who am I...... Who am I! The Giant Sword Filthy Man laughed, laughing and laughing, black tears came out, and then he paused suddenly, and the Giant Sword fell violently, straight ~ stiff ~ straight into the ground, shouting, "I can fight again after a hundred years, just for this answer!" Who am I? I am the Filthy! You are human! Come on! ”

The giant sword dragged the ground, and the man screamed and slammed in, raising the big sword as if he was opening a mountain and splitting the ground, jumping, holding it high, and slashing down!

The storm was rolling, and Pank swung his sword with both hands at the same time, turning into a white shadow that intersected with it, "Dang! With a loud bang, he had no choice but to dodge, unloading the power of the thunder on the giant sword, and then reflexively slashed, turning into an arc of light, sparks flying everywhere, and was blocked by the wide giant sword.

"Boom!"

Pank retreated a few meters, steadied himself, half of his body was completely black, and the filthy magic eroded into his body, and then slowly disappeared.

"Huh?" The Greatsword Filth was puzzled, "You're not afraid of the infection of magical power?" Why? ”

Without replying, Pan Ke silently wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, red.

But the white gloves were already stained with a little black.

Tucking the two steel swords in his hand into his waist, he reached behind his back, holding a broad sword like the other party.

"After hundreds of years, you still don't like to admit defeat at all, and you're still so proud," the Greatsword Filth grinned with fangs, "How the hell did you survive to hundreds of years?" Why aren't you afraid of the magic of filth? Turns out you're a monster too! ”

The heavy giant sword made a dull sound of breaking through the air, and Pan Ke fought with it without fear, and the arms of the two of them trembled at the same time were numb, but every time they fought, the weapons of the giant sword filthy people would pass through the continuous erosion of magic power, and Pan Ke relied on his superb swordsmanship to suppress the opponent who could not counterattack, and could only parry, but he still did not take advantage of it at all.

Just when this power accumulated to the verge of exploding, the Giant Sword Filthy suddenly smiled cruelly, his mouth full of fangs, like a beast, the giant sword slashed horizontally, Pan Ke blocked it with his backhand, and then the filthy magic power exploded from his hand in an instant!

The giant sword broke in response, and Pan Ke flew out upside down, and the power in the ghost's hand began to impact his body, muffled~ snorted.

"Hahaha! It's been hundreds of years, and you've not grown! And I, on the other hand, have even more power! ”

The Greatsword Filthy slashed down from the air, and Pank rolled over and blasted back, gasping for breath.

"I smell the filthy power in your body, you're a monster! You're not human! Why don't you use it! ”

The giant sword fell from the sky again, and Pank retreated again, his hands clenching the broken sword, his whole body weak, weak like an ordinary person.

Without the fighting spirit, without the power of filth, and at the same time rejecting the ignition of the ghost hand, he stubbornly chose his own swordsmanship.

A few days ago, in the suburban church, he sat on the stone in the door with his back to everyone and wiped the sword in his hand, after the memory of the past returned, the past was like smoke, but he often couldn't help but fall into contemplation, the memory of humanity and the memory of being a filthy person confused him, even the sword in his hand became no longer sharp, at this time a rough voice interrupted his thoughts, he suddenly woke up, it was Hanks shouting at the top of his voice.

"Hey, then what do you say is the use of ghost hands, in addition to having more strength, it is better to fight with courage!"

Pan Ke nodded silently, as a former royal swordsman, his fighting spirit was almost practiced to the extreme, and a wall blocked his way forward.

The other dozen or so swordsmen with chains around them also nodded in agreement, and in the midst of the noisy noise, the glowing book spirit in the air suddenly snorted coldly.

"Useless? You're underestimating ghosts, aren't you? ”

"Then what is the use of talking about it, it's ugly, and you can't even hold a sword!" Hanks continued to shout.

Although the ghost hand is left-handed, as a swordsman who is accustomed to holding a sword in both hands, Pan Ke is also not used to the left-handed sword of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand was obtained from this man's hand, and he raised his interest and listened carefully, and the other people around him reacted similarly to him.

"How to use power is actually the path you choose yourself!" The book spirit in the air said, "And as far as I know, the ghost hand was once divided into four paths!" ”

"Four roads? What about the four? Hanks asked quickly.

"The first type is to strengthen the body, ignite the blood to gain great strength, this kind of person is called a berserker; The second is to exercise the spirit and perceive power like a mage, this kind of person is able to control the elements, which is called asura; The third is to completely release the power suppressed in the hands of the ghosts, trying to completely master the hands of the ghosts, this kind of people are called Devil May Cry, but this world...... I think it should be called a different way, it should be called ...... Stained sobs? Ahem...... As for the fourth type, of course, they do not succumb to the obstacles of the ghost hand and cultivate their swordsmanship to the highest stage, this kind of person is called a sword soul! Hey Hanks, which way do you think you should go? ”

"Cut, it doesn't look strong, you can say which one is the strongest!"

"The strongest? There is no strongest! It's all strong after awakening! ”

"Then I'll wake up!" Hanks replied without hesitation.

"Do you want to wake up? Okay, when you can't beat others, you shout - awake! Please give me strength! I'll wake you up, how about it? ”

"Then you can say okay, don't fool people when the time comes!"

"Hey, you're so spineless, you can shout such a shameful line!"

"Hehe, Lao Tzu has been on the battlefield so many times, I don't know what shame is......"

"You're too shameless......

……

In the midst of the noise, Pan Ke's gaze shifted to the steel sword in his hand, a trace of cold light wandering around the sword, and he wiped it with his fingers.

"My path...... Sword Soul! ”

The voice seemed to be still in his ears, and Pan Ke persistently chose the path of swordsmanship, and his pride and will made him hold the broken sword in his hand.

Back on the battlefield, shouts and explosions rang out all around, the greatsword filthy man bared his fangs, the wind protruded, the heavy sword slashed down from the top of his head, Pank dodged and jumped, the ground cracked, and dust rolled up with the storm.

"Sword Master Pank! Die obediently! I'm the strongest swordsman in the royal family! ”

The fan-shaped greatsword slash brought a violent wind, and Panke's heart suddenly stirred, and he dodged out of the range of the giant sword and fixed his eyes.

"It's you!"

The giant sword struck, and the face of the filthy man was completely devoid of human appearance, and the memories of the past came like a tide, Pan Ke broke the sword and parried up, the huge force made him tremble slightly, and he exerted his strength violently, and pulled away again, he felt that the filthy magic in his body was on the verge of collapse, and he could no longer touch the other party.

"That's right, it's me! But it's not me! I used to be a human, but now I am a monster! ”

"You gave up the sword in your hand." Pank said.

"Hahaha, you didn't give up, so you're going to die at my hands! Death at the hands of monsters! The giant sword filthy man laughed wildly, and a large amount of filthy magic suddenly erupted from his body, and his whole body became even darker, bone spurs protruded from his back, his arms became wider, a black aura rose from his back, and the sword in his hand also turned black,

It's a monster.

"Do you know how many monsters I've eaten? Do you know how many humans I've eaten? The monster laughed, "You're a monster too!" Do you remember what it tastes like to eat meat? ”

Pank took a deep breath.

"Monsters are monsters, how you turn back into a human being, it won't change the fact that you once were!"

The Giant Sword Filthy Cultivator raised his head to the sky and roared, the sound was deafening, and the bone spurs behind his back were like sharp knives on both sides, and then the Giant Sword thrust forward, faster!

Pank's fingers rested on the broken sword.

Slowly, from the hilt to the blade.

A dark glow flashed!

Pank jerked his head up!

The giant swords clashed, and the surrounding rocks shook and scattered, like a storm!

In the disbelief of the giant sword, Panke's eyes were cold, his white gloves bulged hideously, and black magic power was transmitted from his hand to the broken sword, and the light flickered.

"I call this trick—"

The black light of the broken sword skyrocketed, and the great sword in the hand of the giant sword filthy suddenly cracked from the place where it clashed.

"Breaking the Blade!"

The other party burst back, and Pan Ke slowly squatted, his hands hideous.

"Roar!"

The black light all over his body burst out, turning into a phantom and rushing towards the other party!

At the time of the confrontation, a huge bombardment sound reached the ears of everyone present, and the Gap Gate was once again crossed by a large number of monsters.

Thunder and explosions rang out.

The great sword in Dai Lina's hand ignited a raging fire, and the area of more than ten meters in front of her was scorched black, and the other filth was entangled with her.

The male mage didn't know when he floated in the air unscathed, black lightning and blue lightning in his hand back and forth.

The old Pope's opponent on the ground had turned into a muscular beast, Retrin's opponent held a thin sword and flashed back and forth with her in the air, and in front of Milou was a heavy swordsman with black flames all over his body, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

And the only man who had already torn the other party to pieces, Hanks' eyes were blood-red, and he rushed into the torrent of monsters in the Gorge Gate, and blood gushed out from the ground!

Raise your head to the sky and roar!

"Awaken! Please give me strength! ”

Lin Yao suddenly shuddered.

(To be continued.) )