Chapter 120: Mustache Dies! )

The bright sun sprinkled on the earth, dispelling the coldness of the earth, in the Bauhinia Castle, the wind gusted, and the cold was as old as ever.

The shaking of the earth and the shaking of the mountains sounded in Ares's ears, and the tower in the center of the Bauhinia Castle has been active more and more frequently recently, and basically now it only takes an hour for the tower to be active.

This is an oval building, Ares stood on it and stared at the tower quietly, with a look of pity in his eyes, the idea of hunting the tower had been scattered with the wind, and the tower already had a means of attack, which Ares himself could not take.

Retracting his gaze and began to scan around the northern area of the city, looking for the figure of the mustache, the look of disappointment on his face was even more obvious, the shadow cloak of the mustache was too difficult, and it was really difficult to find his traces.

A jump jumped from the top of the oval building, Ares landed steadily, and the northern area of the city has been reduced to the world of the undead, all the monsters are undead, ghouls, and skeleton warriors.

Among them, ghouls are easier to deal with, and other monsters like skeleton warriors are difficult to provoke, such humanoid monsters can already be equipped with weapons, except for the wisdom almost, the others are almost the same as professionals, one of the biggest advantages of people, weapons and equipment, the other party also has.

"You've finally shown up?" Awe-inspiring inside, Ares remained silent on the surface, staring at the empty clearing in front of him, charging!

Ares directly turned into a ray of light and charged out towards the clearing, and when Ares stopped charging, a figure appeared in the originally empty place, and it was the mustache of **.

"Sure enough, you have the ability to see through invisibility, this is your talent?" The mustache leaped quickly backwards and asked questions.

"Dead people don't need to know so much!" A look of disdain appeared on Ares' face, the charge did not stun the mustache, Ares was not surprised at all, the dizziness of the charge, for the monster it was a hundred tests, unless the other party had a **oss template, it could not be stunned, but the professional is different, the resistance on the body is very strong, everyone will be on guard against this dizziness skill, Ares himself is no exception, do not improve his negative resistance state, such as dizziness, and charm, isn't that pure looking for death.

"Ares, you've finally said something useful, even if you can see through my invisibility? As long as you die, no one will be able to restrain me, and I will still be in Faust to be windy and rainy. The mustache dodged, and the whole person quickly recoiled towards Ares, as a warrior professional, the mustache has no charging skills, and can only rely on his own impact.

"Really, looking for death, you dare to fight MT head-on," Ares looked at the mustache, and dared to fight himself head-on, really thinking that he could ignore everything with his high rank.

The grimace of death was held high in front of Ares, and the dancing eyes of the flames were in unison, staring at the mustache deadly, and the death gaze had been activated.

For the mustache attack, Ares does not dodge at all, he hits hard, and the injury is exchanged for injury, which is the way MT fights, and it is also Ares's favorite fighting style.

Whack! Hero Strike!

The death grimace shield in Ares' hand was raised forward, directly blocking the big sword in the mustache's hand, and the bloodthirsty battle axe crossed a trajectory, slashing the mustache, Ares and the mustache's battle, there was no fancy to speak of, and the damage of the two skills appeared out of thin air.

In a hurry, he staggered backwards under the violent anti-shock force, and in the mustache's eyes, he was completely incredulous, and exclaimed in his mouth; "Impossible, aren't you going the defensive route? Why is your strength so strong,"

"That's the difference between genius and trash," Ares said sarcastically, striding forward with a big stride and beating the water dogs, and continued sarcastically; "When you became a professional, your strength was only 5 points, but you just reached the passing line,"

A faint golden glow appeared on Ares's body, but the color suddenly became richer, and the bloodthirsty battle axe was raised high and aimed at the mustache and slashed off.

The bloodthirsty battle axe missed, and the mustache suddenly became invisible in front of Ares, but he didn't care about this Ares, but the sneer on his face was even stronger, and he went to the doctor indiscriminately under the disease, so close to what if the mustache was invisible?

Stealth is that he can't see it, it doesn't mean that after he attacks, the mustache's body also becomes nothing, this is only half a meter away, the bloodthirsty battle axe in his hand, an axe down, he is stealth, and he can also cut out a flower for him.

But in the end, it turned out to be a shot of the bloodthirsty battle axe in Ares's hand, and he was shocked, and the smile on Ares' face became brighter and brighter, it was really a good baby, and the skill that could suddenly dodge a blow was stronger, which made Ares about excited.

As long as you kill this mustache, this shadow cloak is your own, and the equipment is powerful, in other words, the strength of Ares.

Thunder Strike! Ares raised his right foot and stepped quickly, and a thunderous lightning bolt appeared from Ares's raised leg, and when it landed, it quickly spread out in all directions, densely covering the surrounding area.

It still didn't, looking at the appearance of the thunder blow, and didn't give the mustache out, Ares subconsciously frowned, and soon stretched out, holding the bloodthirsty battle axe tightly, staring at the place where the mustache disappeared just now, such a powerful skill, it must have its flaws, Ares estimated well, the mustache must not be able to dodge elsewhere.

It's bound to be here, but because of the skill of the shadow cloak, it may make the mustache's body turn into nothingness, or the mustache has taken refuge in another dimension, no matter which one of the two, there will be a limit, which will not let the mustache suddenly run behind Ares, and the other time limit cannot be ignored.

Five seconds later, Ares's perception keenly noticed the difference in front of him, his face showed a hideous look, the bloodthirsty battle axe in his hand had long been ready, a blood-colored demonic light appeared on the bloodthirsty battle axe, and the mustache faced this attack, a trace of pale appeared on his face, one wrong step, one wrong step.

Mustache's original battle plan was wrong from the beginning, resulting in a series of subsequent passives, and he could only be beaten, replaced by Mustache's initial idea, a hard attack, didn't Mustache know, this is not good for himself, it is good for Ares, Ares is not a fool, how can he not know this.

But the mustache chose to fight hard-fought at the beginning, and he also had his own considerations, that is, Ares's level was inferior to his own, he had a strong artifact defense, and all that increased was his physique, and his strength was his weak link.

Hard-hitting attacks,The damage caused,This is not in the eyes of the mustache.,What really makes the mustache fancy is the knockback effect.,When the strength surpasses the opponent,,There's a chance to hit the knockback effect.,Even the strength beyond 10 points will give birth to a crushing genus.。

As long as Ares is repelled, then the mustache can launch a series of blows, as an output profession, the skills chosen by the mustache are all coordinated with each other, one after another, the power is doubled, the situation is unexpected, and it is the mustache himself who is repulsed, which makes the mustache's offensive, suddenly stuck, no longer grasp the initiative, become extremely passive.

The mustache twisted and staggered a little, which made it impossible to miss the bloodthirsty tomahawk attack, but it also avoided the vital parts.

An arm suddenly flew up, and after the bloodthirsty battle axe touched the blood, the demonic light became more vigorous, and the overall look was like a blood-colored axe, although because this is a caste-based world, the professional's attack is to deduct health, but when the damage caused by a part reaches a certain limit, it will also be cut off, such as the flying arm in front of him.

"If you want to escape, it's too late," Ares strode up two steps, kicked directly into the mustache's leg, and a mustache who was stumbling and running fell directly to the ground, 2 points of agility This is not for nothing, not only for the convenience of his own escape, but also when chasing the enemy, it is also more convenient.

"Your end is already doomed when you appear," Ares stretched out his hand and pulled the back of the mustache, the black cloak that was originally draped behind the mustache was a force of resistance, a thin layer of cloak, with a thousand powers, so that Ares returned in vain, and stepped on the mustache's body, so that the mustache who had just reacted and was about to get up was another dog eating, Ares's right hand continued to pull the black cloak, and it was another failure.

Holding the death shield in his left hand, he pressed it fiercely towards the back of the mustache, and the strength of his whole body gathered, "Bang! The death shield in his hand slammed into the mustache, and as he watched the opponent's health plummet, Ares continued to tug at the shadow cloak.

After five repetitions, one of the hands that grabbed the shadow cloak no longer came out, this time using too much force, and under the habit of Ares, he stumbled and took a step backwards, almost falling, but the mustache did not miss the opportunity to escape, and at this time he jumped up, limping forward.

Equipped with the shadow cloak in his hand, Ares coldly watched the mustache getting more and more away from him, 8 meters, 10 meters

Charge! Raise the bloodthirsty tomahawk and slash down.

Dead mustache! (To be continued.) )