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Fate caused the two to meet at this moment, so one of the two would have to die.

In the original book, the smiling coffin was not completely destroyed, because several people, including POH, successfully escaped, and lived until the success of the game strategy, although the last few people who escaped were punished as they deserved, but that was also later, and now there is a chaotic entry in the sky, obviously he does not intend to let POH live.

The wind blowing from the flat ground blew the broken hair on his forehead, and Xiangkong silently put the light of mercy into the inventory, just holding the eternal night with one hand and looking at POH coldly, he knew that the exaggerated dagger had the effect of destroying equipment, and the effect on armor was particularly outstanding, in order to avoid the light of mercy being destroyed, before the battle, he chose to give up the shield.

After fighting Sephiroth, Shoku realized that the battle in SAO does not have to rely on skill, even if it is just an ordinary slash, he can freely compose a sword dance.

POH and Sephiroth are actually the same type of people, the former has a dagger that destroys equipment, and has always used normal attacks to achieve good results, while the latter relies on sword speed and a freewheeling body, making ordinary attacks a sharp weapon that cannot be ignored.

Both have advantages that cannot be ignored, and what about themselves...

The excellent dynamic vision can accurately block attacks, and can also see enemy attacks in an instant, but what if it is used purely for offense?

Others can't hit you, and you can keep trying to hit the other person.

Regardless of whether this assumption of being caused by others can be valid, at this moment, Xiangkong will not think so much, he clenched the hilt of his sword hard, and rushed to POH who was standing at the entrance of the Cross Hill.

POH's eyes were stretched to the maximum, his face was hideous, he turned out a few silver needles in his left hand, and also rushed into the sky, and with a flick of his arm in the gallop, a few silver lights flew out of his hand.

If ordinary people encounter such a formation, they may have to obediently eat the damage of these silver needles, but Xiangkong is not an ordinary person, his eyes clearly capture the trajectory of the silver needles flying over, and sway from side to side, it is easy to dodge the few silver needles shot by POH.

The speed of the two was not slow, and in just ten seconds, the two began to make a short handover. There are no superfluous words, both sides only have the pure psychology of killing each other, no skills, only simple sword blade collision!

In that clear sound, between the sparks jumping, Xiangkong could clearly feel the killing intent of the other party, just as he was like this, every sword he swung out poured all his might, full of murderous intent.

Boom!

Between the comings and goings, sparks fly!

The expressions of the two gradually became solemn, so that they became focused.

With his dynamic vision, Xiangkong dodged POH's attack with his movements, and immediately counterattacked, and slowly, he gradually grasped the initiative.

Another sideways dodge of POH's tricky stab, and then the eternal night was like an arm, and the dark blade of the sword slashed through a black light, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced into the right abdomen area of POH.

Since the fight, Xiangkong finally injured POH, and the latter's face changed, and after taking a step back, his eyes flickered when he looked at Xiangkong.

The genius who wielded the short sword finally realized the horror of Soaring Sky, and no matter how powerful and tricky his attacks were, Soaring Sky could easily dodge them.

POH's lips were tightly pursed, and in silence, he suddenly took a step forward, and the short sword like a kitchen knife was like a poisonous snake that popped out in an instant, biting Xiangkong's neck at a rapid speed.

Xiangkong raised the eternal night, and the blade of the sword rested against the body of the sword, and the sparks jumped rapidly in a rapid sliding. He took this opportunity to take a few steps forward, and his one-handed sword took advantage of the situation, slashing at POH's face with a single sword.

POH calmly took a step back and flashed the slash in the air.

At this moment, his heart was a little confused.

When you encounter an enemy that you can't attack no matter what, the longer you fight, the more you will feel like you can't beat it.

Although POH didn't think so, he was much less belligerent at first.

Xiangkong didn't care what POH thought, and continued to stab a sword at POH.

With the passage of time, POH's HP also slowly decreased, and finally fell straight to the red zone, he had the heart to leave the battle, but Xiang was biting him in the air, so that he had no chance to get out of the battle.

No one is not afraid of death...

In this world, POH, who regards killing as a trivial matter, will also feel fear in the face of death, even so, he can only be silent when he sees the eyes of Xiangkong.

That kind of look... There is no emotion, only unwavering determination.

"Is this the end of me...?"

WHEN THE LAST SWORD STABBED HIM IN THE HEART, POH HAD A LOOK OF CONFUSION IN HIS EYES.

"It's your doomed end, just early." Xiangkong looked at him, and slowly pulled out the eternal night.

"A doomed end? Early? POH said in confusion, at the last moment of his life, the last thing he heard was...

"Originally, it wouldn't have been me who killed you, but when I came to this world, everything should have changed."

"That's right, it should change, because I'm here..."

POH finally died, at the hands of Xiang Kong, who had entered this world in chaos.

Staring at the crystal fragments flying in midair, Xiangkong tilted his head slightly, spread his arms, and lay heavily on the grass.

After relaxing, my spirit is very tired, and I want to sleep deeply, but my mind is still there, so I can only think about it.

"The coffin of a smile is built ahead of schedule and disappears ahead of schedule ... It's all because of my existence, it's because of my existence that these changes are due to my existence. ”

Raising his arm and staring at the texture of his palm, Xiangkong sighed softly and said to himself: "This result is not bad, and after that... You'll be able to let go and prepare for that. ”

A look of determination suddenly appeared on his slightly tired face.

"To get back to reality!"

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The battle between the Raiders and the Smiling Coffin came to an end as night fell.

The tragic outcome of this battle shocked not only the players of Ain Grant, but also the government personnel who monitored the event logs outside of the game.

A total of 56 people were killed in the smiling coffin.

The raiding party dispatched 72 men and killed 34 people, and the Holy Dragon United, which had been dragged elsewhere, also suffered losses in this battle, accounting for 8 of the 34 men.

When Xiangkong returned to the main battle circle, the members of the crusade team who were scattered around looked depressed, he glanced at the people in the field, and when he saw Klein's team, his eyes were stunned, there were only four people left in the original team of six people, and the two people who were missing were one of the fat people who was quite impressed.

Is the fat man who had to be helped to get used to his fear in the first place?

Xiangkong's eyes darkened slightly, he didn't know most of the people in the crusade team, but he did see Achill and Kirito, and suddenly, his eyes fluttered violently.

"What about Asa?"

He didn't see the familiar figure, and he rushed to Zhan Lan, who was sitting on a dead tree with his head down, and asked.

Zhan Lan slowly raised her head, looked at him, and said miserably, "Dead." ”

"Dead!?"

Xiangkong's body stiffened, and he repeated it in disbelief.

Zhan Lan lowered her head as if she had lost her strength, and suddenly slammed her fist into the ground, punch after punch, venting her inner anguish.

Xiangkong looked at such a blue sky, unable to ask how Asa died, his palms covered his face, and the conversation with Asa that day suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Do you know the way? I began to regret that I had that dream that I would be here today, and in a month's time, my baby would be born, but I couldn't be with her. ”

"Even though it's the view I've always dreamed of, I want to go back to them."

"The day of departure will come."