"Alright."

The blade was secured, and the guardian responded to him with an axe that slashed his head and face.

Faced with the difference in weapons, Zongtian naturally didn't dare to make any more tough moves, but the pair of smart twin knives in his hands not only dodged the opponent's attack, they also left a narrow gap on the guardian's body.

Gently stroking the wound, the Guardian had to admit that he did underestimate the pair of short knives, but such damage was really nothing to him.

The Guardian's wide-open axe swing action still hasn't changed much, and Zongtian's damage at this time is far less accurate than Fenghua's.

Under the double torture of physical strength and pain, it is not easy for Zongtian to maintain the state of fighting.

However, even if Zongtian could attack those core support points at this time, the body without dark injuries would be difficult for him to destroy.

Think, think quickly!

Zongtian's originally very active thinking was also a little stagnant in such a state of limits, but Zongtian naturally couldn't let it be so lazy, and the things he had flashed through his mind in the same way.

What kind of combat style am I good at? Restricted by the environment, I don't seem to have much room to play.

Control of soul energy? The other party's steel body was obviously not affected by itself.

So what else do you have? Forge a sword? Do you want to show the weapon to the other party? But now I don't even have a knife embryo...... It seems that there really is.

Zongtian suddenly remembered the short sword that Fenghua handed him, but what could he do with that weapon that could only be regarded as an ordinary one?

It seems that he is really a natural swordsmith, and Zongtian's thinking actually has some answers at this point, and after dodging the other party's axe, Zongtian actually ripped off the strip of cloth on his left hand.

Such an action is obviously a bit inexplicable, but what Zongtian is going to do next is even more incredible. Zongtian actually stuffed his short knife back into the scabbard, and then Fenghua's short knife also appeared in his hand.

It's like acting, it's not over yet, after doing this, Zongtian slowly closed his eyes.

Faced with this inexplicable situation, the guardian stopped again, but the other party didn't say anything and made him a little confused.

Although the two engaged in a fair enough duel, making such a child's play on the battlefield is also a desecration of the battle.

At this time, the guardian's heart was indeed a little angry, but his glory still did not allow him to swing the giant axe directly at the unsuspecting opponent.

Turning the axe in his hand, the Guardian used the handle of the axe to draw it towards the lower plate of the sky, and although it was only a simple lesson, the result was beyond its expectations.

Zongtian didn't open his eyes in the face of that swing, but his step back was just right, making the guardian swing in the air.

Could it be that this is also a way of fighting for him?

Just as the Guardian was puzzled, white smoke rose from the short knife in Zongtian's hand.

Looking at the blades that were gradually turning red, the Guardian finally determined that something was going on. Although the opponent's killing move is still unclear at this time, if the opponent succeeds, then he will most likely be forced to a dead end, right?

Knowing the situation at this time, the Guardian naturally did not continue to show mercy to his subordinates, and the wildly dancing giant axe also made Zongtian blindly retreat.

At this time, although Zongtian was just dodging, whether it was the posture with his eyes closed, or the light way of dodging, there was undoubtedly a taste of dust, but only Zongtian himself knew the hardship.

After all, he had to concentrate most of his energy on his own killing moves, so Zong Tian could only make that kind of small dodge, and the opponent's heavy weapon, although it greatly reduced the interest rate of the attack, but that also made Zong Tian's dodge even more thrilling.

In the face of this game, time is obviously the most critical element.

With the passage of time, although Zongtian's success rate is getting bigger and bigger, he who has already seen sweat on his forehead, is also supported by one breath.

Contrary to the Heavens, time was like a Grim Reaper's alarm clock to the Guardian, and the uncertain end had caused the 'hard-hearted' creature to panic.

The Guardian's messy and frantic swing of the axe had completely lost its discipline, but the attack with all its might still made the sky hang.

Although the axe only passed by, the accumulation of wounds began to grow, and Zongtian's actions became more and more stiff.

Zongtian's dodge at this time was entirely due to his previous training, but his perception of the surroundings was obviously not as specific as his vision, and the guardians who had gradually grasped some tricks had also discovered this.

The Guardian swung his great axe again, and Zongtian was keenly aware of that action, but this time the swing was not so simple, because the Guardian's rendered left arm was already blocking the path of his weapon.

The merciless axe naturally made the damage on the left arm worse, but the swing that suddenly changed direction was also swung straight into the sky's face.

The imaginary blood light did not appear in front of the guardian's eyes, because Zongtian had already opened his eyes at this time.

Suddenly, the giant axe slashed almost against the scalp of the sky.

Although he dodged such an attack, Zongtian's body became even more tense.

Taking advantage of this uncontrollable blow, Zongtian bounced off the ground again, and the dagger in his hand stabbed straight into the core of the Guardian.

Like a burning dagger, it penetrated deep into the core of the guardian as if it were slicing butter, and the guardian's movements were also frozen.

"Do you think our bodies are just so fragile?"

However, the Guardian's movements paused for a moment, and the giant axe swung towards the sky again.

"Of course, I don't doubt how strong you are, that's why I directly killed you, please forgive me."

After dodging that attack, Zongtian turned his back.

Faced with such a good opportunity, the Guardians did not make amends, but it was not because of their chivalry, but because the short knife stuck in the core worked again.

Although the knife was only a dozen centimeters, the heat contained in it was immeasurable, and with the explosion of heat, the core of the guardian was directly burned red.