The sky was burned red, so vivid, as if it could drip scarlet blood, everything was covered with a red red, and the witchers slowly approached under the gaze of the remnant sun.

Just like at the end of the story, two old enemies meet in a beautiful scenery, and only one of them can leave alive.

At first he walked slowly and vigilantly, then he walked forward quickly, and finally swung his sword in a wild run, like an eagle spreading its iron feathers.

It was a screech that shook the eardrums, and then the metal slammed into each other, sending sparks and gales with them.

The swords of the two were so fierce that the mere swing brought uncontrollable force, kicking up a mess of hay like broken ashes dancing wildly in the field of vision.

The secret blood is surging and awakening in a frenzy, unleashing the power that does not belong to mortals, the power of jealousy that should be forgotten forever.

First, the most basic blood, the stronger muscle fibers proliferate, the bones are reinforced like steel, and the heart under the shell beats violently, like a beating war drum, circulating the blood containing secret blood rapidly.

Then the force of the broken steel swung down, intertwined, and brought a vague afterimage.

The sturdy folding knife had several deep sword marks on it in an instant, but fortunately, the process of purifying the mechanism allowed it to continue this high-intensity battle, Lorenzo clenched the weapon, and the next moment he pulled out Winchester on his waist, and the projectiles scattered at close range formed a cone of death.

But that wasn't enough, as expected, Imam Lawrence's nail sword slashed, almost slashing several projectiles in mid-air with a force beyond mortal comprehension, and the rest of the projectiles grazed his body, tearing more tears at most from the scarlet robe.

Lorenzo didn't give him more time to think, and since that night, Lorenzo had been thinking about how to defeat Imam Lawrence, how to defeat someone who could see the future.

In fact, after careful meditation, it is very simple, as long as you are faster than him.

Even if he saw the future, when Sheak Lawrence saw the future of swinging his sword, Lorenzo's sword had already fallen, and he had to keep compressing the time between "seeing the future" and "actually happening", not giving him time to think about what to do.

"So Medanzo is the best power. ”

Lorenzo whispered.

Compared to other strange powers, Medanzo's power is not outstanding, it is only able to give the witcher a strong armor, but this power can block most damage, and can increase the error tolerance rate for the witcher in deadly battles.

It can even be said to make the witchers start that crazy fight.

The fireworks rose from the gap in the armor, and Lorenzo turned his attack, the swing of the folding knife suddenly accelerated, and then advanced wildly, and he completely abandoned the defense at the moment, allowing the nailed sword of the Laurence Imam to slash at the armor.

He could withstand many sword strikes, but unlike Laureus, any blow that Lorenzo could hit him accurately would be traumatic.

The heavy spike sword shattered the sturdy scale armor, but soon the newborn hardness filled it, and the entire armor was tattered and full of cracks, as if it were about to be completely shattered, but at the cost of Lorenzo successfully suppressed the Ladrence Imam, and under the increasing speed of the attack, Shang Dafeng's foreknowledge was realized almost instantaneously.

The knife glowed with a grim light, and the mottled blade reflected the face of Imam Lawrence, which quickly enlarged.

"Not bad!"

Imam Lawrence admired, but the nail sword that was swung immediately after it opened the falling folding knife, and then a gunshot rang out.

"You're slow. ”

Lorenzo said indifferently.

The bullet still misses him, and just as he is about to hit, Imam Lawrence deflects his body and falls into Lorenzo's trap.

Imam Lawrence was caught in a corner, but he didn't seem to realize that Winchester had run out of ammunition when the nail sword parried the falling folding knife, and there was no time for Lorenzo to reload in this rapid engagement, but he didn't need to reload either.

A miserable white light fell, with the howl of the wind.

Reimkh Lawrence once again repelled the attack of the Folding Knife, but this time the Folding Knife fell directly to the other side, out of Lorenzo's grasp, and then he saw the Witcher close to him, and then swung a heavy fist.

Sometimes the body can be a lethal weapon, and with the blessing of the secret blood, Lorenzo was very confident in his fist, and this time it hit Laureus Imam in the abdomen perfectly, full of Lorenzo's anger, as if to penetrate all this fury into the old body.

Imam Lawrence couldn't help retching, and another heavy punch fell, and in the pain, he stabilized his form and directly slashed the nail sword.

It was a sharp sword, even if it became curled in such a battle, with the power of a witcher, it could still easily cut off blood and bones, but this time it encountered the sturdy armor.

The blade slammed into the armor with dazzling sparks, it could not stop the angry fall, and the fist of anger could not break it, so in the rapid intermingling, the sharp tip of the sword pierced into the gap in the armor, and under the great force, it pierced directly through Lorenzo's arm.

The entire nail sword pierced directly, bringing up scarlet blood, but Lorenzo didn't care at all, as if there was no pain, the heavy punch fell directly and smashed the mouth of Imam Lawrence.

Lorenzo tried to pursue, but Sheak Lawrence seemed to slow down, barely dodging another punch from Lorenzo, quickly turning and grabbing the hilt of the sword stuck in the armor, pulling it out, bringing up a patch of scarlet.

"Not bad, kid. ”

Instead of fighting back, he distanced himself from Lorenzo, separated by a large flock of hay on which a little flame burned.

Lorenzo remained silent, and instead of rushing in pursuit, he threw Winchester up and reloaded it, giving him a shot.

Shang Dafeng's power is not incomprehensible, even if he sees what the future holds, there will always be moments when people are tired, and he is trying to drain the power of Imam Lawrence.

Blood dripped down the gaps in his armor, and Lorenzo picked up his discarded knife, looking for another chance to attack.

"You're a quick learner, kid, I should be impressed by a good witcher like you. ”

Imam Lawrence regained that sense of composure, and with a kind smile, no one would have thought he would be so terrible if it weren't for the thrilling fight just now.

It was only the second encounter that could reveal the flaws of Shang Dafeng, and the black knight was reflected in the eyes of Imam Lawrence, and he was wondering who he really was.

The Witchers of the Medanzo Branch should all be dead, but why would there be an unknown survivor after all these years, and Imam Lawrence was not even a little clear about who he was.

He was curious.

"When I kill you, you'll find out that I'll be the best student I can be. ”

Lorenzo replied coldly.

"How arrogant. ”

Instead of a reprimand, but a look of appreciation, Imam Lawrence clenched his nail sword, and then he saw the bleak future.

Blood flowed down the pitch-black armor, spread across the palms, and extended to the shotgun's gun, soaking through every mechanical structure, covering the line of poetry.

"Don't walk gently into that good night. ”

As if praying, the voice replied dàng).

The prayer was shattered by the sound of a shocking gunshot, and a dazzling white light burst out from the muzzle of Winchester's gun, which was the dragon's breath that Lorenzo had prepared, but at this moment, with the blessing of the pure flame, it was pure white breath.

It was as if a haughty dragon was scolding the darkness, and pure white fireworks swept across the dry grass, setting everything on fire, accompanied by a surging wind, and in an instant, it set fire to Sheikh Lawrence.

With the pure white end reflected in his pupils, Imam Lawrence stepped back directly, he didn't have the terrifying defense of the Medanzo Witcher, but then there were hurried footsteps to follow his retreat, so heavy,.

It was a picture of the coming of heaven, a holy death.

At the moment when Imam Lawrence retreated, the sharp folding knife cut through the pure white sea of fire, and the black knight was lit with holy fireworks, like an angel who had come into the world.

The moment the fire spread, Lorenzo rushed into it, and under this dazzling cover, he once again approached Imam Lawrence.

With a blazing heat, the tip of the nose is dàng) with the smell of ashes.

"I'll kill you, Imam Lawrence. ”

A cursed whisper sounded from beneath the armor.

"I swear. ”

So the knife fell.

The thin shadow was pierced, and then Lorenzo swung his folding knife vigorously, and forcibly pulled it out of Laureus's body, slicing his left shoulder entirely, and cutting off all the blood and bones, all hatred and anger.

Blood gushed out of the wound, staining the black armor red, and then the knife fell again, this time weakly catching up, and with the crash of steel, the knife slashed and the nail sword pierced into the body of Imam Lawrence again.

"It's been a long time. ”

Imam Lawrence was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect Lorenzo to do this, he looked at the distorted visor with complicated eyes.

"What do you think is the difference between [gap] and reality? ”

He asked suddenly.

"The last words of the dying man? I thought you would say something useful. ”

Lorenzo gripped the hilt of his knife and twisted slowly, widening the wound.

It was a strange twist, and looking at the pain-scowling face of Imam Lawrence, Lorenzo had never felt like he had ever been, as if he had become a part of that madness.

"How so? Last words or something, I've thought about it a long time ago, but not now. ”

Imam Lawrence said casually, and the old hand suddenly grasped Lorenzo's hand, and the old body had a power that had never been there, like steel.

He slowly pushed Lorenzo's hand away, pulling the folding knife out of his body little by little.

"This is the world of spirits, kids. ”

Imam Lawrence emphasized.

Then a sudden torrential rain came, extinguishing the boiling fire and moistening the dry grass that had long since died.

"This is an unkillable will. ”

He looked at the blood-stained knife with some disdain, and the next moment the entire ground of the wilderness lost its color, and they were replaced by dense gray squares one after another, and then the squares began to crumble along the soles of Lorenzo's feet, falling into the unreachable darkness.

"This is a new lesson, kid. ”

The voice of Imam Lawrence echoed in his ears), and the things in Lorenzo's eyes began to be twisted and pulled, and finally extended into lines of pure color, which intertwined and mixed with each other, converging into a vortex that engulfed everything.