Chapter One Thousand and Fifty-Four

And sure enough, the monster came. Qing tightly tightened the nerves of the whole body, the strength of the other party completely surpassed himself, there was a slight omission to deal with, in a battle of this magnitude, it may become the same miserable as the current Lancer, it can be said that at this stage, if you can not fight hard, try to avoid the battle, this is not cowardice, if you really show your strength, it is not without a chance of winning, although this monster is strong and terrible, but in the final analysis, it is not strong enough to be incomprehensible, but the probability of winning the battle is really low, this is a fact.

The axe and sword appeared in front of him without giving anyone breathing space, and the humanoid creature wielding this strange weapon finally revealed its form, and the manic air flow made all the vision very blurred, only the vicious aura was as clear as the substance! Seeing that the terrifying blow was already on the verge of less than twenty centimeters in front of him, Qing unusually calmly waved the spear in his hand, deftly used the force to bounce away the blow that could almost cut off his own head, and with the help of the inertial force of the opponent's weapon, he reflexively hit the monster's waist with a heavy kick, but the result was undoubtedly like a kick on a stone.

"Tsk, Berserker---" Qing quickly retracted his feet, he couldn't cause damage to the other party just now, but his feet were numb, and the other party was indeed right about the title of monster. The berserker who was forcibly kicked roared, there was no language in his mouth at all, and he raised the axe and sword and smashed it down regardless of whether he could see it clearly or not, and it seemed to be out of order, but every blow was extremely accurate, forcing people to keep dodging, and the speed of the slash was unimaginable, and the power was so fierce that it opened the mountain and rubble!

Qing also didn't care about any face, quickly found the gap in the offensive, rolled on the spot in the face of the frenzied offset, and safely got out of the range of Berserker's frenzied attack. Taking the opportunity to get out of the way, he finally took a breath in the continuous passive onslaught, but soon Berserker also stopped the onslaught that could not be pursued and could only be missed, as if he had calmed down, knowing that the strong attack had failed, and no longer bothered to do pointless things.

The air quickly fell silent after the berserker ceased, and the mania just now seemed to be fake. Qing silently patted the dust on his clothes, having to roll on the ground This kind of thing is really not so passive for more than ten years, although the other party has a large part of the reason for the sneak attack, but the strength is there, the sneak attack is the first surprise attack, and then the continuous suppression is indeed the strength, this monster looks rough, but the combat skills are not a little rough.

Mordred, the wounded man who was rudely thrown into the distance, staggered to his feet with his grip on the gravel ground, holding his sword and panting, "---Hey, you've been suppressed too, Master, what do you think?" ~"There is no doubt about provocation, being treated like this, and there is nothing wrong with taking advantage of this season to be refreshing. Qing looked at the gun in his hand, and then at the sword in Mordred's hand, making comparisons in his heart, but he didn't care much about provocation, because now Berserker was standing on the opposite side, and the battle was the key.

was about to open his mouth to ask for a weapon again, but the time of the break in the battle was always so uncertain, and before Qing could speak, Berserker burst out with an astonishing speed and ran all over, regardless of anything else, and the target went straight towards Xiao Mo who had just stood up.