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Shortblade's blood drink finally reinvigorated Geggett's declining confidence.

The opponent's defenses seemed to gradually crumble under his continuous frantic attacks, and the constant revelation of negligent flaws allowed Gegot to seize every opportunity.

His anger is running out.

This was the first question that came to Geigat's mind, because only then could it explain why his opponent's resistance was becoming weaker.

Qi is the foundation of strength for a warrior, and if you want to exert the strength of your movements beyond the limits of your body, you must combine and echo with Qi to achieve the effect; When the qi in the body is depleted, the movement of the body will also slow down until it is weak.

From the beginning of the chase to the other party's injury, it is self-evident how much qi is left that can support him, and thinking of this, Gegget's offensive has become more and more fierce, as if the dawn of victory has broken from the darkness.

The short blade cuts through the robe, and the cold edge cuts through the skin.

The picture that was once unwilling to be shaken was torn, and the stimulation of blood made Geigert irrepressible, and he did not want to fail, and he did not want to go back to endure cynicism.

He's going to kill him, he's going to kill him.

Gegett's killing intent overwhelmed reason, and he even ignored the fact that the qi in his body was consumed extremely quickly.

Because, he believed that he would definitely kill the other party when the air flow dried up.

Xia Lan felt Geigett's increasingly fierce double-edged attack, and a cold smile crossed his heart, he was fooled.

Disappointment, hope, despair.

This is a human exploitation of Xia Lan's adventure, because people will always be unwilling to fail, and when they are disappointed, they will be given a glimmer of hope in return, and the negative feelings that have fallen to the bottom will also produce a rebound and burst out with new uplifting power.

Greed is man's original sin, and despair has crept upon when the trap of hope is completely immersed in it.

The dance of the Grim Reaper's tip is dangerous, but the rewards are also impressive.

Xia Lan didn't know when Geigt's internal airflow was exhausted, but he could sense it from his attack speed, and the counterattack he was about to fight back was at the moment when his speed slowed down and stopped!

The protracted failure to inflict lethal damage on his opponent made Geigt's attacks impatient, and the fruits at his fingertips were like a flash in the mirror, and every time he poked his hands, he was empty.

The more impatient he became, the more chaotic the attack became, and if it weren't for the fact that Geigt's speed was still suppressed, Xia Lan would probably be impatient to launch a counterattack.

In his eyes, the flaws of his opponent are like a delicious delicacy that attracts him to be stupid.

"Qiang—"

With a crisp cracking sound, Xia Lan's eyes widened rapidly, and the facts that he didn't want to believe happened in front of him.

His sword broke.

His sword came from the sword of the academy student, and it was of excellent quality, so he did not abandon it and stay by his side, but he did not expect that the continuous fierce blade confrontation caused irreversible damage to the long sword.

The moment the sword broke, Gegot obviously sensed the huge opportunity brought by the tilt of fate, the smile on his face became more and more cruel and profound, and the double blades in his hands struck at Xia Lan's heart and neck.

Are you going to die?

Xia Lan's brain regained its composure after a brief period of confusion, and in front of his eyes, he saw the attack trajectory of the two short blades.

He could parry one shortblade, but he couldn't stop the deadly threat of the other, and in the time he was in a trance, Gegot grasped the key to victory.

The heart was beating, the eyelids were trembling, and a chill was numbing the nerves throughout the body, a precursor to death.

Suddenly, there was a brief pause in the twin blades in Geigett's hand.

His gas is exhausted!

At that moment, Xia Lan's eyes in despair of waiting for death shone with essence, and the air flow in his body quickly burst out with the last strength, and he stepped out violently with one foot, and the huge force that burst out made Xia Lan's body spin up, and the direction of his body spinning and flying was behind Gegett!

The broken sword clenched in both hands shone in a perfect arc, and in an instant, it flashed down!

Geigett's face still had the smile on his face when he was about to kill the other party, and his body still maintained the final death blow to the other party, but his short blade could never go further.

He couldn't kill him.

Because, he died.

It is said that if the sword is fast enough, it can even be unnoticed when the opponent's head is cut off, and when the opponent moves, it is not the body that moves, but the soul.

Charan couldn't see Geckert's soul, but he could see his head slowly falling from his neck.

The moment he turned and fell, his broken sword slashed down the back of the opponent's neck, and the power of the rotation of his body, the power of the explosion of his hands, as if the fiery blade was cutting on the butter, clean and neat.

He fulfilled his word, and he let him die a happy death!

Geckert's body fell, blood slowly pouring out from the base of his neatly cut neck, staining the greenery red; Xia Lan's whole body was loosened, she knelt on the ground, looked up to the sky, and the purple moon had quietly emerged from the dark clouds.

With his hands stretched out in the grass, the broken sword had completed its duty and lay alone, the heavy wheezing sound gradually slowed down, and a series of system messages echoed in his brain.

System: New task completed.

System: Host class level increased to 31.

System: Life Recovery, "Swordsmanship" is closed.

System: Skill Tree is on.

……

The broken and tired body at the moment when the system prompted the level, a trace of inexplicable power instantly surged up to repair his body, the visible scars slowly healed, and the exhausted internal air flow was like a sea pouring in, but the corrosion remaining in the body did not disappear.

It seems that there really can't be any extravagance in the system.

Xia Lan, who had recovered his strength, stood up, although each level increase was as complete as the game, but the mental fatigue could not be eliminated, and this time, he saw again that the residual negative damage in his body could not be repaired.

True, false.

The mysteries of this world will one day be revealed in his hands.

Looking at the headless corpse beside him, Xia Lan shook his head, the balance of fate finally tilted to my side, and it was not because of your strength that I didn't kill me, but because of your luck.

Unfold the void ring, and take out the spare clothes and long sword, his clothes have long been torn and can no longer be worn, and his long sword has long been broken and can no longer be held.

After changing his clothes openly, the long sword hung from his waist, and when Xia Lan was turning to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

Gegot was able to catch up with him while he was using Swift because of the scroll magic.

But why does he have scroll magic with him at all times? Thinking of this question, Xia Lan returned to Gegett's headless body and paused, reaching out and tearing open the other party's wide black robe with both hands.

His fingers have no false rings, and if there is anything left, he can only hide it in this black robe.

By the moonlight, looking at the things that she kept looking through, the corners of Xia Lan's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, maybe sometimes the unexpected gain is to describe her current self.

System: Discover the "Swamp of Struggle" scroll.

System: Discover the "Entangled Vine" scroll.

System: Discover [Concealment Elixir] x3.

……

"I didn't expect that a thank you would be exchanged for more than just your life—" Turning her gaze to the pale head, Xia Lan couldn't help but mutter.

Turning over an inconspicuous black nameplate, about the size of two fingers, it was strangely smooth in his hand, and the sudden bumpy touch between his fingers allowed him to find the source.

Intrigued, he gently held the nameplate up and exposed it to the moonlight.

“jsneroy”

The sign of the subversive fangs appeared in front of him.