However, Weibull still acted like a nobody, and the full two hours of rage did not seem to burden his physical strength, and he still waved the long-handled broadsword in his hand violently......

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Weibull, who was blocking those annoying white rays in front of him with one hand, locked Zefa's position with the help of a little afterglow out of the corner of his eye, and slashed at Zefa with a long-handled broadsword in the other hand, just like striking iron, and the collision of the two sides made a violent roar.

Not only is Zefa gradually regaining his fighting skills and combat awareness at the peak of his past, but even Weibull is gradually becoming familiar with this kind of intensity of combat......

At first, a dozen rays of light bombarding Weibull's joints were able to affect his strength, and now, dozens of rays of light gathered together could barely destroy his strength.

"Monster...... It's a monster that fights instinctively with its body......"

Chen Mo could see that the light shot by his kind white spear was constant, but the restraining effect on the fat man of Weibull had been weakening, completely because his body instinct had instinctively developed an immunity after gradually becoming familiar with that impact.

Inexplicably, Chen Mo had the illusion that he was indirectly training the enemy and feeding the enemy experience packs......

If he dragged on like this, after he was completely immune to the attack of the white spear of kindness, he wanted to contain him, so he could only take out another relatively powerful black spear.

So after calculating that his black gun had no effect on him, Chen Mo wanted to continue to contain Weibull, so he could only take the risk of revealing his identity and draw his knife to go up for hand-to-hand combat......

Hypothesis: Even his own kendo is gradually immune to this Weibull as an experience pack......

Chen Mo has always remained indifferent, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes used for disguise, because the conclusion is obviously easy to see: he is likely to be overturned by this stupid big man at that time, and it is even possible to be directly killed by the other party.

After all, he has raised the difficulty of the other party little by little, and let the other party adapt to his own strength in an all-round and intimate way like a pro-son, and in the end, it is simply a natural thing for him to be killed by the other party himself.

After Chen Mo, who was acting more and more cautiously, noticed this clue, his whole person immediately became serious, quietly took out the black gun, and slowly poured energy into it......

And Zefa, who was gradually running out of physical strength, began to parry powerlessly in the face of Weibull's long-handled broadsword, even if he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to take a step back, so as to avoid the sniper Devil May Cry, who had been supporting him with all his might, from danger......

However, Zefa's armed domineering spirit was no longer able to resist the sharpness of the long-handled broadsword, and dense wounds began to appear on his body.

"Zefa-sensei......"

This scene in the eyes of the flying squirrel on the other side can be said to make him anxious......

The long-awaited support from the Navy Headquarters, coupled with Zefa's battle situation that could be defeated at any time, made Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel's heart slowly sink.

Slowly, Lieutenant Squirrel's hand rested on the hilt of the knife, ready to strike at any time, no matter what, Lieutenant Squirrel's hand would never allow Mr. Zefa to have an accident......

Whether it was out of public interest or personal feelings, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel could not have watched the situation deteriorate so indifferently.

"Boom!"

There was another fierce collision between Zefa and Weibull, and the terrifying sound wave suddenly exploded in all directions at the point of their collision, shaking many frail naval cadets to the ground, and there was an illusion that their feet were weak.

However, it was this collision that dragged Zefa, who had been dragging his decrepit and aged body for more than two hours, as if he had reached the critical point of a certain limit, and had obviously blocked Weibull's way, but his crossed arms suddenly loosened, and the armed domineering that covered it disappeared immediately......

"Not good!"

At the same time as Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel flashed this thought, his body that had already been ready to attack instantly turned into a phantom and swept towards Weibull, and as Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's movement, a chill flashed on his waist......

"Flying Squirrel: Draw the Sword"

A cold light seemed to cross the space, and instantly appeared in front of Weibull, and the famous knife in his hand was stubbornly against Weibull's long-handled broadsword, narrowly avoiding the danger of Lieutenant General Zefa's disembowelment.

"It's so heavy!"

Parrying the long-handled broadsword whose strength dissipated to seventy-seven or eighty-eight, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel almost tilted half of his body, and the famous sword in the hand of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who was not good at strength, almost came out of his hand directly......

This is still under the containment and harassment of Your Excellency Devil May Cry, and Teacher Zefa also blocked the power of seven-seven-eighty-eight, even such a little residual power almost made Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel unable to stop it!

"This kind of strange power is not at all something that the lieutenant general level can deal with!"

The thought flashed through Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's mind, and his other hand grabbed Sensei Zefa's shoulder and tried to retreat......

As long as he retreats from Weibull's attack range, with the agility and speed of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, Weibull will hardly pose any threat to them, no matter how terrifying his strange power is.

However, the Flying Squirrel's lieutenant general did not pull Zefa under this pull, as if Zefa's legs had been completely connected to the deck under his feet......

Zefa's eyes were full of red, and he stood in place, shook slightly, and threw the flying squirrel lieutenant general backwards......

"You can't retreat, once you retreat, what will happen to your comrades and students behind you?"

Immediately after, Zefa's hands were once again covered with the already extremely thin armament-colored domineering towards Weibull's long-handled broadsword, which had been wheeled down again.

"No!! Mr. Zefa !! ”

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who was coldly handsome by Zefa, watched his teacher meet Weibull again, and couldn't help but shout with his eyes split.

"Ahaha, come on, Weibull, if you have the ability, you will take Lao Tzu's life!"

Zefa felt as if he was facing death at this moment, but he really didn't have the slightest fear, and there was only an immortal belief burning in his eyes.

As the long-handled broadsword roared down, as Zefa got closer and closer, the flying squirrel lieutenant general who had just stepped on the moon step to stop the momentum of flying upside down couldn't help but dilate his pupils slightly......

It wasn't because of the terrifying power that Weibull attached to the broadsword......

Instead, because a red suit suddenly appeared behind Weibull, Lord Devil May Cry, as a sniper attacking from a distance, appeared behind Weibull in an instant, and he also held a black gun in his right hand and aimed it at the back of Weibull's head......

What does Devil May Cry want to do?

Isn't that black gun used to transform into a motorcycle-like vehicle?

What is it used to target Weibull?

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