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"It's hard." The moment Durand swung his knife and hit the opponent, he thought so.

The dwarves in front of you are hard to cut, really hard to cut. In Duland's impression, all the dwarves that have been cut before are not as difficult to cut as the dwarves in front of him!

But it's hard to cut, and it's not that it can't be cut. In fact, so far, apart from the barrier guarded by Learmons, there seems to be nothing that the Judgment Sword can't break.

So Durand stabbed the knife in his hand without hesitation.

Thorn, stab, stab!

This is the sound of the Judgment Blade and the Dwarven Steelskin rubbing against each other.

The knife is light, as if a purple ray of light flows through Duland's palm and freezes and forms a knife shape.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is difficult for outsiders who have not seen the power of the blade to imagine in advance how powerful the actual attack power of this knife will be.

And the people who have seen it—such as Tucson, Bi Ruoguo, such as all the battle mages present at the moment who are watching the sword in Duland's hand, such as the demon dragon crouching on Duland's shoulder—have seen the power of the knife, but they still can't understand why such a gorgeous and almost delicate blade can have such terrifying lethality.

The purple knife cut into the black skin.

Although it was difficult, more difficult than Durand to kill those dwarven soldiers, non-commissioned officers, and generals, and more difficult than Durand's Void God Dwarves, Giant Dwarves, and Old Dwarves with a blade level of 21o, the blade literally broke through the black steel skin.

And then...... It's an unimaginably deep penetration!

The dwarves' most powerful defenses lie in their skins.

The black skin, which is both leather and metal, is only the outermost line of defense, but it is actually the strongest line of defense for the black dwarves.

It has frustrated the attack methods that countless battlemages are proud of, and even caused many powerful artifacts to be destroyed. But he can't resist the attack of the sword of judgment!

The blade stabbed through the chest, and a moment later, the dwarf's back corresponded to the heart, and the skin suddenly bulged into a sharp cone-shaped bulge, as if something was about to burst out of it.

When the skin is tightened to the extreme. Listening to the sound of "pop", a purple blade finally broke out, like a purple butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, bringing out a small puff of black blood.

"Whew......" Durand exhaled slightly.

"Tyrant One Hundred and Fifty Blows" is directly from the 121st knife, which is indeed more efficient, and this knife can't help but contain all of Duland's power. also "borrowed" sixty percent of the strength of the dwarf's punch!

The two are combined, which creates the effect of a knife piercing.

"It's done, it's done?!" Tucson clenched his fists and let out a low exhale.

"After the dwarf was pierced, there was no sign of continuing to split!" Noticing this, Tucson was even more convinced that the dwarf who had been chased and impaled by Durand had been mortally wounded.

Even if he is as calm as Toussaint. I couldn't suppress the apprehension and anticipation in my heart, and the exclamations and cheers of the other battle mages had already been connected.

"Is this the end?" Snell frowned slightly, and gently pushed his black-rimmed glasses.

He thought about it seriously for a while, quietly put away the strange instrument in his hand, and said silently in his heart: "It's a pity, I thought I could collect more information." Unexpectedly. And so it ended. Well, but the information collected so far is basically enough......"

It seems like everyone thinks it's over.

There was no reason not to think so, because, when Durand pierced through the dwarf, the other dwarves who were still fleeing in the sky—the dwarves who had splintered—froze in place, and they began to disintegrate themselves without the battlemages attacking.

This is the most powerful proof!

It means that Durand is indeed piercing the body, and the body has been injured in an unrecoverable way, otherwise. How to explain the self-disintegration of other doppelgangers?

Therefore, everyone takes it for granted that it is over.

But Durand doesn't think so.

At this moment, Duland's face is calm and focused.

His left hand grasped the hilt, but his right hand did not grasp the handle, but pressed the end of the handle with the palm of his hand. It was with this gesture that he had just done. With his left hand in the direction of zhì, his right hand presses the end of the hilt, using the entire judgment knife as a nail, forcibly pushing the blade into the dwarf's chest!

In the ticking sound, blood flowed out of Duland's palm, as if telling the brazen breakthrough of the knife just now, which was actually more difficult than outsiders imagined.

The force of the simple shock and blockage reflected on Duland's palm, causing him to be injured and bleeding.

The pain and soreness in his hands did not make Durand shake in any way, although there were already large cheers around him, Durand did not relax in the slightest.

Very close to Duland, there was a dwarf clone that was disintegrating on its own, but Durand didn't pay any attention to it, just staring at the dwarf body in front of him.

It was difficult for other battle mages to break through the dwarves' defenses, and Durand could, because of this, Durand knew the power of the dwarves better than anyone else, and he knew how difficult these black monsters were!

It's not enough to pierce the chest.

The other person's heart must be completely crushed before it can be considered the end!

Of course, there is another important reason why Durand doesn't think the battle is over, that is, the demon dragon squatting on his shoulder whispered: "Duland, this guy is not dead yet, hurry up and kill him completely!" ”

"That's exactly what I mean."

Durand took a deep breath, re-grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand, and then used both hands at the same time to drive the blade in the dwarf's body and start to twist clockwise!

In the eyes of others, Durand was so resolute that he almost stubbornly twisted the blade, as if he would not give up until he strangled the dwarf's heart to pieces!

The dwarf, who had been impaled by the blade, suddenly raised a hand and grabbed a piece of the judgment blade that was exposed.

His palms were dark and thick, and he held them tightly, ignoring the scratching of the blade between his fingers, temporarily stopping the twisting of the judgment blade.

The panic on the dwarf's face faded little by little, becoming flat and calm, he looked at Durand closely, and sighed softly: "I didn't expect this to fool you." ”

Scam? Durand didn't know what the other side was referring to.

Is it a trick to divide infinitely?

Or is it a pretense of panic after being locked by Durand before?

Or is it deliberately making the illusion that the other dwarven clones are collapsing and disintegrating on their own?

"Hmm!" The dwarf snorted suddenly, and his face twitched faintly, showing a very human color of pain.

- Duland's hands holding the knife are reinforced, and the blade begins to spin again, scraping and twisting the dwarf's palm holding the blade, and at the same time, it is also strangling the heart in the dwarf's chest!

"Actually, it's not about being deceived or not being deceived."

Durand stared into the other party's eyes, his hands kept moving, "Even if you don't do anything, I will try my best until I am sure to kill you." ”

The dwarf was silent for a moment, and there was a faint hint of sincere appreciation in his eyes: "Duland, you are really powerful, better than all the battle mages present!" But...... It's not enough. ”

As soon as the dwarf's voice fell, Duland's face changed slightly, and he saw that the dwarf's body in front of him began to squirm again, and there was a tendency to continue to split, but it seemed to be a little different from the previous split.

"Be careful, my split this time is different from the previous split."

The dwarf's face had become blurred in the wriggling splitting tendencies of the entire body, as if the folds of a piece of paper had been slowly flattened.

Duland's eyes narrowed slightly: "Even if the heart is pierced, can it continue to split?" ”

The dwarf seemed to be laughing: "Duland, although I don't have the strength to kill you this time, I said that I will definitely take Keynes away, and no one can stop it!" ”

"Even if the black dragon on your shoulder is a little unusual, I can guarantee that after this split, he won't recognize which one is the right one. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try. ”

"Sorry, I have no intention of trying. I'm not going to let you split successfully. Durand said, his hands were used again, and he began to rotate the blade, and the sword aura condensed by the power of judgment frantically tore the opponent's heart.

At the same time, the blade began to swell and contract in an undetectable amplitude, sucking the black blood from the dwarf's heart.

Durand didn't expect this to be able to deal with the other party, but that doesn't mean it's pointless, in fact, when the blade began to swallow the dwarf's black blood, the dwarf's split was significantly slowed down!

"Your knife is really special." The dwarf seemed to be able to feel the black blood in his heart being devoured by the blade, but he didn't care, and smiled calmly, "Duland, you can only delay my splitting at most, but you can't stop it." ”

Durand was silent.

It's fair to say that Durand has done everything he can. But the three-minute time limit had not yet arrived, and Sheldon was still trapped in the black coffin and couldn't get out. Even if the other battle mages came over, they couldn't deal with the weird ability of "Infinite Split".

So Durand asked, "What to do?" ”

This is naturally asked by the little demon dragon Rodgert on his shoulder.

The sentence is a question, but listening to the tone, it seems that Durand is very sure that the magic dragon must have a way, so this sentence is actually not "what to do", but: "I'm out of line, and the next thing is up to you." ”

Durand couldn't explain why he was so confident in the dragon.

"Hell, why are you asking me what to do? How do I know what to do? ”

The magic dragon shook a small version of the dragon's head like a rattle, and frustrated his claws again and again, "Don't look at me! If you don't have a rut, I don't either! ”

Durand whispered, "This dwarf is ...... There is one of our gods of Sendlaw, Rodgert, and you should understand what a great loss it would be to let him go. ”

“……”

The dragon was silent for a long time, his face struggling, until the dwarf was about to finish splitting, he finally sighed, and seemed to have no choice but to make some decision.

Then it opened its small dragon's mouth and blew at the dwarf who was about to split.