The light of the two weapons was docked in the air, and the clear light rolled up by the blue bird was quickly drowned in the domineering attack momentum of the other side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The incomparable power of the war ghost enveloped Duchamp's figure and the surrounding range of several meters, and countless forces struck at Duchamp from the front, and the will that penetrated this power was roaring, locking Duchamp and making him unavoidable.

Duchamp swung the knife in his hand with all his attention, all the spiritual power was concentrated in this space in front of him, without any intention of dodging, with the swing of the blue bird, in Duchamp's eyes, there was a vacuum in the coercion of this domineering and incomparable power. This was originally the most powerful part of the opponent's attack, and it was also the first to meet Duchamp's sword. Unlike his opponent's overwhelming attacks, the vast majority of Duchamp's power was on the blade, and the silvery-white light flickered. After the two forces met, there was a burst of popping sounds, and with that point as the center, a small area of dazzling force field around it suddenly collapsed.

This is the power of 'emptiness', and Duchamp can't really grasp this mystery yet, but with this entry, it is enough at this time.

After the transfer of power, the two blades finally met in the air.

"Dang!" It was not the blade of the war ghost's huge and incomparable weapon that slashed on Duchamp's long knife, but the blue bird in Duchamp's hand slashed on the back of the war ghost's weapon.

A glimmer of light appeared on the Blue Bird Blade, adding to the sharpness of the knife.

The strange weapon of the war ghost was a mile away from the thick alloy steel back, and there was a hole in it.

Duchamp rebounded with his strength, flew upside down, and smirked smugly in the air.

On the ground of the street behind him, within ten meters in diameter, all the historic paving stones were shattered, and countless gravel flew up, but the small piece of stone pavement in the center was unharmed.

This strange picture explains why the battle ghost's blow was fruitless.

However, they are now in a short hand.

"Shock!" You don't need to raise your hand to send out a spiritual attack skill, Duchamp issued this skill before he landed, buying himself time, and the knife in his hand rolled at the same time, erasing it towards the hand of the war ghost who was shocked by the double psychology.

"Roar!" The war ghost who was still shocked that his strongest blow could not be effective against the opponent, but instead allowed his weapon to be harmed, his strength exploded because of anger, he let out a roar, broke the impact of his spirit, his body shook to the side, lifted the weapon, and blocked Duchan's blow with the thick back of the blade, the weapon reversed, and the sharp blade cut horizontally towards Dushang, from defense to counterattack, changing moves smoothly without any hindrance.

When it comes to melee combat, the war ghost is many times more clever than Duchamp, and this huge weapon has brought his strength, attack speed, and control to the extreme.

"Shadow Flash!" Duchamp made another strange small displacement, his long knife stomping on the war ghost's feet.

At this time, he still had a fantasy: "Cassius is right, people who can break through to level 100 or above, their will has really surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, and such a dense spiritual attack can't even work." ”

The War Ghost moved sideways, and the weapon spat out a string of bullets at the same time.

Duchamp turned sideways synchronously, he did not choose to pull away, but twisted his feet, moved to the side of the war ghost and continued to fight. At this time, to distance yourself is to turn yourself into a target.

Although the war ghost could not see Duchamp's invisible shield, he could clearly feel the energy field covering his opponent's surroundings, and when Duchamp staggered closer, his weapon slashed downward, and the shield disappeared.

The sequelae of fatigue brought about by the launch of the Rising Sun Slash slowed down Duchamp's pace. In the case of bottoming out his stamina, he can't cast any spells or martial arts.

But he only needed to drag on for 3 seconds.

Suddenly realizing that his opponent had become weak, he accelerated his attack, but it was too late to readjust his tactics, and Duchamp had already used his ultimate move 'Endurance Recovery' to eliminate the loss caused by the use of the Rising Sun Slash. His body suddenly became more agile.

The war ghost didn't take this opportunity, and the opponent suddenly became troublesome, and after a few more seconds of fighting, that nasty spell shield reappeared.

The skills of the illusion theory skill tree are only three seconds of hard stunning, and most of them are instantaneous skills, and when these skills are combined, Duchamp's melee combat is not weak.

Once at a disadvantage, Duchamp frequently sent out spiritual attacks to save the scene, and the volume and thickness of his weapons could not be compared with those of the war ghosts, so he did not dare to fight hard. But the advantage is that it is much lighter and more flexible to use.

"I'll use you to hone my skills!" With such a mentality, Duchamp did not rush to fight with the war ghosts.

The war ghost noticed the change in his opponent's mentality, and his heart couldn't help but sink slowly. He realized that his attacks would always be in vain if he didn't break the strange shield on his opponent's body.

However, as the two-handed engagement lengthened, he discovered a way to break the shield quickly, and that was to use a small area of rapid and fierce attacks. This opponent is extremely cunning, and when the shield is about to disappear, he uses his skills to distance himself and stall for time.

Unlike what he expected, this opponent's melee combat was not weak at all, and after the two men exchanged hand-to-hand combat, they had been fighting for two minutes, and his attack still did not work. The war ghost suddenly realized that the other party was dragging out time!

It can't go on like this! He found that the situation of today's battle was extremely strange, and it was a big change from what he had originally envisioned.

The war ghost made up his mind and attacked Duchamp like a stormy wave. Duchamp struggled to fend off such a small-area group attack, as each blow consumed the durability of the shield. It didn't take long for him to teleport back a few dozen meters to buy himself time to replenish his shield.

Seeing the opponent's unexpected reaction, the war ghost also activated his skill, but in the opposite direction of Duchamp, he pounced in the direction of the fishery association, and now there was only two or three hundred meters between the two, and he let out a long howl as he pounced.

All the Crimson Constellation Hunters understood the leader's order: the time was up, and they must retreat.

Randolph glanced resentfully at the bloodstained second-floor passageway, but he was ultimately unable to break through to the third floor and finish off his opponent. Goethe was at the door of the last room on the second floor, and at the same time he and a whole group of hunters were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, with several wounded men lying behind him.

Behind Goethe, at the staircase leading from the second floor to the third floor, two gunmen had been discharging cold guns at this side, interfering with their advance.

Through this battle, Randolph reluctantly realized that his opponent's strength was even stronger than him.

"Lefin!" He gave a command that only his own people understood.

Several refueled triple flashbangs were thrown from the back row, and the hunters, who had been prepared, pulled out of the battle with their eyes closed.

Goethe dodged into a nearby room to dodge the nasty blinding bullet, where he heard his opponent's retreat, but was powerless and unwilling to pursue.

In just a few seconds, all the opponents retreated from the house strewn with smoke, blood, and bullet marks. Ten seconds later, the war ghosts took the lead in tearing through the defense line of the special service team, and the hunters rushed out of the battlefield in their cars.

And now, the police station, which is only two blocks away from the place of fighting, has not even finished gathering the police, let alone the Lordsland army far outside the city.

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