The blue fighting qi rushed like an ocean, squeezing into the narrow corridor. [Latest chapter reading.]

As if it could not bear it, the walls groaned like a broken barrel about to fall apart, and the walls were even squeezed by an immeasurable force and slid upwards against the walls, while the metalwork and porcelain were not so lucky, and the bodies that had already rotted into a lump under the necromancy were all honestly flattened under this compulsive pressure.

The squeaking and rattling sound is reminiscent of the scene of one's own skeleton inside.

Loheim's long sword was also pregnant with that blue light, but the highly condensed fighting spirit attached to it had already been materialized, and from a distance, he was holding not a long sword, but a blue iron rod.

The moment he said that he was a slammer, Athena disappeared from his eyes without hesitation, of course, this was not an escape, the opponent who was in the same straight line as the stropmber could only be another swordsman.

Their frontal attack capability can be summed up in four words: "invincible".

It was an overwhelming force of terror, and in the human world of Apollo, they were the only foot warriors who could go head-on with the heavily armored knights.

Loheim glanced at the ground, and the three black-clothed attendants who had been knocked down by him just now had disappeared at this moment.

It was clear that they had escaped from under his nose by the cloud of death that had just struck.

He showed a thoughtful look, he was very confident in his grasp of his strength, although the punches just now did not exert all his strength, but they were enough to beat the person wearing armor into mud, even if the defensive equipment was of the highest grade, the heavy blow of the fist could make the opponent's internal organs rupture.

If those people are relying on their legs to leave from here, then. They were in the same category as the one he had assassinated the thief.

Thinking of Athena, a woman who used necromancy, he realized something in his heart.

He snorted. The fighting spirit on the fist suddenly became a little stronger, and now ......

He threw his fist and slammed it into the stone wall.

There was a bang!

It was as if there was a giant wielding a huge hammer inside.

The stone walls were easily broken and shattered. The shattered rocks flew far away before they were reluctant to fall, as if they were not hard rocks, but crunchy baked dough.

Fortunately, all sounds and images have long been obscured by the spatial shield on the outside, and all that can be seen is the scene when the magic is released. Otherwise, this noble inn would have exploded long ago.

From the outside, the building is on the ground floor, and a huge opening in the wall reveals that can be passed by three people at once.

A slender figure gradually emerged from the dissipating dust.

It's hard to imagine that this seemingly not strong body contains a huge amount of energy that can wipe out everything here.

Loheim looked down, he showed a surprised expression, and said, "You didn't run away?"

Athena stood silently in front of her, flanked by Sempke and seven undead acolytes. Naturally, they didn't need to run away, because they had planned to kill each other here.

Although there was a bit of a setback in the first shot, it was clear that they had more to offer. So I don't think my side will lose.

In the same way, Loheim did not take them seriously, he looked around. Seems to be looking for someone.

He's looking for Lemon.

If he hadn't had any scruples about finding out the young man whom Princess Janice loved, I'm afraid this place would have been in ruins by now.

Hmm, it looks like he's hiding.

He turned his face to Athena and said condescendingly, "Tell me." Where's the blonde boy?" his tone was unmistakable. There is no room for refusal.

No one refused, but no one answered.

Athena had a calm and unwavering expression. Because she knows that the ending is the same whether she answers or not, the other party will use the sword to ask herself. And Sempke they were too lazy to speak, and after becoming undead, they became more and more reticent, as if one more word would consume a little more of their strength.

Loheim stared at them, his gaze swept over them one by one, and finally shook his head, exclaiming, "An hourglass seems too wasteful." ”

He took a step, jumped straight down the upper floor, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the soft floor of the courtyard was paused by him with two deep footprints.

Athena coldly stretched out her finger and hooked it.

Small bags of dirt suddenly rose from the dirt under Loheim's feet, and when they reached the limit, they "snapped" like bursting balloons, and from the holes in the dirt were lifted out of the pale and ugly bone claws, tightly wrapping around his ankles.

"You should have known that you were a bunch of slaves of darkness. Loheim sneered as he looked at the skeletons that had come out of the dirt beside him, and his body remained motionless, and in his eyes, these things were no different from ornaments.

A skeleton staggered at him with a ridiculous bone knife, the clumsy movement of his slash at a glance, and even an ordinary person standing here could dodge the non-threatening blow with a little calm.

With a contemptuous wave of his hand, Loheim's arm smashed like a hammer against the fragile skeleton, and with a "click", it was slapped into scattered bone fragments.

More and more skeletons stood up, ignoring the tragic fate of their companions, and rushed towards Loheim.

With a wave of his hand, three undead came out from behind him, rushing forward in unison.

"Your actions are in vain. Loheim's originally thin arm muscles bulged suddenly, highlighting the green tendons, and circles of blue fighting qi rose like flames, and then he roared and swung straight in the direction of an undead spirit.

It was as if the torrent that had been accumulated for a long time had been released by opening the floodgates, and the fierce fighting spirit frantically devoured all the objects it passed.

Before the undead attendant could get there, his chest was slammed back with a "bang" as if he had been hit by a huge hammer, and he rolled on the ground a few times until he hit the courtyard wall.

The other two undead acolytes couldn't help but stop.

The skeletons within the scope of the fighting spirit were all spared, and they were rushed by Loheim's fierce fighting energy, and those seemingly hard bones were easily shattered like fragile glass, and grass clippings and broken bone slag were mixed together, and fluttered from the sky.

In the direction of Loheim's fist, a long gap opened in the ground, and the dirt rolled outward as if it had been plowed over.

He maintained that fist-swinging posture and looked at Athena and the others, contempt and mockery on his face.

The characteristic of the steam swordsman is that he overwhelms everything with his fighting spirit, and as long as the enemy's level is not as high as his, he will undoubtedly be steadily restrained by it only from the perspective of strength and frontal confrontation.

"I have absolute defense and a powerful attack, you ...... do this," Loheim took a calm step forward, casually ripped off the bony hand that grabbed his ankle, with an astonishing majesty, "in vain." ”

"Do you think," Athena sighed slightly, looking at the other man's figure, "will we use such an easy way to deal with you?"

Loheim's steps stiffened slightly, and he suddenly felt a little heavy in his body, and he frowned unconsciously.

Around him, the skeletons were scattered in the crevices of the skeletons, and a faint green mist was rising outward, which at first mixed with the color of the grass, and it was impossible to see without careful identification.

Gradually, more and more gas became more and more, and it changed from the original pale green to dark green, and the thick turbid clouds rolled over, and the blades of grass withered silently within the range they passed.

Loheim's face was a little blue, his body was a little numb unconsciously, his eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This is the plague poison cloud, its toxin is enough to poison an adult demon tiger," Athena looked at him, her tone changed, and said, "It seems that you can hold on for a long time, since this is the case......"

A soft chant came from her mouth, green ripples began to ripple around her, and several transparent ghosts visible to the naked eye emerged from the air, long hair scattered over her distorted face, and empty eyes staring numbly ahead.

"Skeletons are useless to you, but what about disembodied ghosts?"

Athena's staff pointed forward, and the wraiths let out a terrible cry and lunged towards Loheim!

Loheim's face was serious, his eyes were solemn and he looked ahead, and then he made a movement that no one expected, he opened his hands outward, his feet stood firmly, the whole person was in a backward posture, and then began to inhale deeply!

His mouth made a loud noise, like a huge bellows pulling desperately, and the gravel under his feet actually rolled with it, and his chest bulged high like an inflatable skin.

Dark green air masses rushed to his mouth.

The muscles on Loheim's body swelled in a big circle, and in the face of the roaring cold ghost, he suddenly exerted force on his waist, his upper body suddenly let go like a tense slingshot, his head rushed forward, and his mouth opened wide to let out a roar!

"Hah!"

A gust of wind rose in the flatland, like a storm sweeping through the villages and towns, crackling sand and gravel flew wildly, dancing wildly in the sky, countless broken bones and bones, and the ghost that flew to the front first twisted, and then showed a terrified expression, and the translucent body immediately blurred, and swayed a few times in the air, and then drifted away with the rest of the breeze.