Grandmaster-level swordsmanship, under the control of the speed force, is as fast as lightning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sword of Segrete!

The Wind Blower's enchantment ability was quickly activated under the spawn of this special swordcraft.

Endless wind pressure envelops the necromantic swordsman.

"You want to die?"

Disburingka didn't seem to react to Green's attack, his eyelids lowered slightly, and he seemed to whisper something.

Then he suddenly got up, drew his sword, and with a simple upward pick, cut through the suffocating wind.

"Then you will die."

Immediately after that, there was a simple straight stab.

A straight stab filled with death.

Green's pupils shrank.

This start is the sword of killing intent fluctuations.

There is no skill at all, completely relying on the endless killing intent to crush the opponent's consciousness, using the sword as a medium to launch the most terrifying spiritual impact. Green has faced this sword countless times, and has died countless times under this sword.

But don't forget, he's also hacked the sword countless times, and fought hundreds of rounds with the Necromantic Swordsman.

So he had no fear.

So he spun around and slashed his sword at Disburingka.

This time, the Necromantic Swordsman's face finally changed.

It is also full of murderous spirit.

He couldn't even find any flaws in it.

This is Greenfield, the Grandmaster-level Sword of Killing Intent Fluctuations.

The two killing intent that seemed to come from the deepest part of hell were indistinguishable from the desire to completely destroy the opponent, and they were also wrapped in the determination to lift the mountain to crush even in the face of ants, and transmitted to the brain of the sword-wielder at the moment when the blades intersected.

Both snorted at the same time.

Both were shocked in some way, each taking a step back.

Green took a deep breath to calm the pain in his head, but it felt far less terrifying than he remembered.

The Necromantic Swordsman stared at Grimm, the look in his eyes gradually becoming solemn.

Murderous aura is such a thing, it is inexplicable, and it is difficult to defend with ordinary means, and Disburingka has developed a murderous intent defense based on this, so when facing the same swordsmanship, it cancels out some of the mental damage.

But how did this young man resist the fluctuation of killing intent?

With just one sword, Disburingka saw a lot of things. He admitted that Green's sword was a perfect fluctuation of killing intent, but this young man's application and understanding of the killing intent sword was obviously not comparable to his own, so how did he slow down the damage without the defense of killing intent?

Could it be that it is crooked?

A dignified necromantic swordsman, a killer stunt swordsmanship can be crooked, this is simply nonsense. Disburingka immediately dismissed this possibility when he had this speculation, but other than that, he couldn't think of any other possibility, this kind of swordsmanship that fundamentally annihilated the existence of the enemy, as long as the creature was still "alive" in law, could not escape from this fear.

So how exactly did this young man do it?

Disburingka's mind was full of doubts.

It's a pity that even the Necromantic Swordsman would never have imagined that in another world, there is such a game called Follow the Miracle.

A normal person who encounters a Killing Intent Fluctuation Sword will die and cannot die again, but "player" obviously cannot be called a normal person in the definition of Gonodia. Green had fought countless battles with the Necromantic Swordsman, and the number of times he had died under the Killing Intent Fluctuating Sword was not a thousand, but eight hundred. In this long tempering, he didn't even notice that he had become accustomed to the shroud of murderous aura.

Because I am so accustomed to it, I am not afraid of it.

Without fear, the power of the spiritual impact of the fluctuating killing intent was greatly reduced.

This is the reason why the young duke was able to survive the murderous attack.

"It doesn't seem like this trick will have much effect on you and me."

Green didn't know that he had developed resistance to murderous aura, he just thought that the necromantic swordsman at this time, the killing intent sword had not yet been practiced to the fire, but what he knew was that if the killing intent fluctuation sword he was afraid of was not as terrifying as he imagined, his advantage would be further enhanced. And he keenly sensed that because of the sword he had just fought against, the necromantic swordsman had a slight shake in his swordsmanship, and such a small crack could destroy Disburingka's perfect swordsmanship.

Such a once-in-a-century opportunity is the favor of the goddess of fate.

So Green drew his sword.

Awakening, speed power.

Sixty swords per second, from the most basic stabbing, cutting, and cutting, to splitting, pointing, teasing, collapsing, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, and ...... Each sword looked very simple, and it couldn't be more basic, but with the assistance of his divine speed power, it was as if there were sixty people in the same position to draw their swords, and the angles, distances, and directions of the attacks were all different.

Disburingka had never seen a sword technique of this speed, resisting Green's almost unreasonable attacks, and retreating one after another, looking like he only had the power to parry, and he had no ability to fight back.

"It's so fast, I can't see anything clearly."

Albert, a hundred meters away, sighed in admiration, and he projected the vision of the wizard's eye, and only a cloud of sword shadows could appear in it.

That's Green's proprietary style of play. In his previous life, he set up the swordsmanship studied by the directors of hundreds of schools, in the final analysis, every style is to pursue speed, and the best way to deal with the impermeable killing intent sword that integrates attack and defense is to make the sword faster than him. Now he's even better.

He ...... It seems that the other party has been suppressed! Miree couldn't help but cry out in joy as she watched Green's all-out attack.

However, neither Assesis nor Claude commented. The two of them looked at the picture of the battle, and their faces were very solemn.

"Huh? Is there something wrong? The silence between the two infected the atmosphere, and Mi Lei looked up in surprise, puzzled by their expressions.

It was Albert who answered her, and this time, the shepherd also saw the problem: "Miss Mirey, you see, although this necromantic swordsman seems to be tired of dealing with His Highness's attack, his moves seem to have been quite calm. ”

"That's right, the enemy's pace has not yet shown any signs of messiness, and it is thought that the enemy is brewing a counterattack." The gentleman in black had always been very compatible with Albert, and when the latter opened his mouth, the former also told his reasoning.

"Huh? Isn't that a hassle for Green? Mi Lei still couldn't believe it, and her eyes naturally fell on Assesis. If the people present are all based on intuition and speculation, and there are still a few people who can't agree, then this Kunali general of Winged God Island will be the final word when he speaks. Experienced in the battlefield, he has the absolute right to speak on the judgment of the battlefield situation.

It's just that in the end, Assesis still hasn't spoken. It's just that the cold face outlined by the thick lines can't make people feel relaxed no matter how you look at it.

Because translating the general's expression, in human emotions, it is called worry.