Baudelaire admonished me: "Both, I have observed your telepathy, and it may be a little stronger than mine, but I have a love letter, what about you?" Are you comfortable using Dunn's artifact? You want to kill me? My artifact is the strongest of the Nine Hermits! I can cut off your head without any damage. ”

I unleashed the fidars, slashing upward, down, left, right, and right, spreading the force and hitting each phantom, but it didn't work, they might have been reflections of parallel space, or refractions of space distortions.

Baudelaire stabbed my sword, it was a very violent sword wind, I judged the way the sword wind came from, but suddenly, it was less than a meter away from me, it moved, pointed at my right ribs, I activated the iron lotus, but it passed through the defense net, my abdomen hurt, and it was already stained with blood.

Why can't Tie Lian stop it? My telekinetic blade should be stronger than his, and even if it can break my defenses by surprise, it should never hurt my body.

Baudelaire struck again, and I knew I couldn't resist it, so I dodged, so I jumped into the distance, and in an instant, the telepathic blade appeared in front of me, and I immediately cast a torrent, leaning to the side, avoiding it, but it grazed my helmet, and my cheek was partially broken, and blood was flowing downward.

In the same way, my iron lotus was easily pierced by him, and if I had slowed down any longer, my head would have been gone.

He's right, the artifact evil love letter gives him unfathomable lethality. Now I can't win him, I can only summon the saints.

.... But it may not have to be.

I dodged his second blade, which meant I could dodge the third and fourth, which was risky, but I had to keep the Saint card.

Observe Baudelaire, observe evil love letters, and use everything you know to deal with this strange spell.

His blade flew towards me again, and I ran towards his phantom, and his blade stopped in my path, and I immediately jumped up, and the sword cut my leg, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

Immediately afterward, I dodged three more times and realized how Baudelaire had managed to do it.

He has an extraordinary sense of space, and he can predict where my movements will begin, where they will end.

He can control the direction of the Mind Blade, causing it to move instantly within a certain range, contrary to the original trajectory of movement.

His telekinetic blade is extremely penetrating, like a fountain pen that can cut through white paper, which is also the power given by evil love letters.

Baudelaire smiled: "As a duke, I have a headache to be able to dodge the attack of the evil love letter so many times." ”

His phantom was still there, and through the phantom I could see his shots, his sword drawn like a fast gunner, with small movements. This is due to his hard work.

This time, his movements changed, he swung his long sword sharply, and in an instant, three thought blades broke through the air.

I knew it! He's sure to make this trick! If an attack misses, increase the frequency of your attacks! He's a master of the Blade, and it makes sense to do so!

I launched the Iron Lotus and Extinction at the same time, adding a layer of flame storm to the outside of the iron wall, and it worked, weakening his mind blade, I was still wounded, but I was not injured, I was bleeding, I was panting from exhaustion, at least I was alive, and I still had the strength to fight.

Baudelaire sighed, "It's really.... I still want to save some energy, but it seems that I can't. ”

He slashed his sword sideways, and this time it would send out more telepathic blades.

I slashed at him, and twenty meters away, I heard a scream, and all the phantoms were wounded, blood spilled all over the ground.

Buldraire said angrily, "How are you... How did I find mine? ”

Like me, Baudelaire was constantly on the move, which made his position even more unpredictable.

Unless he pauses for a long time.

When he used the powerful telekinesis, the willpower condensed, and it was particularly bright and visible in the web of madness, and it was not his body that I detected, but his spirit, through which I saw through the illusion, I overcame the confusion, and I found him.

I tagged him.

With that sword, Baudelaire's soul was marked with an extra mark, left by my blade, shining like the sun, so dazzling that it would never be missed.

Baudelaire couldn't escape.

I closed my eyes and ran to Baudelaire, who was shocked, "How... How...."

When I got closer, his sword spun around and stabbed me in the jaw, and I tried to parry it, but the space changed, and he turned to point at my right ear.

His swordsmanship is superb, not inferior to Aardman, and with his evil love letters, he is more like a ghost everywhere.

But I'm better.

My body was used by Belel to fight against the incarnation of the fallen angel of death, and I deeply felt the power of another dimension.

I was a saint and fought against the most terrible of the earth, and the experience still torments my soul, but my body remembers the battle.

I had witnessed the decisive battle between Cain and Abel, and witnessed their endless skills and spells, so I was able to broaden my horizons, understand my own insignificance, and appreciate the weakness of mortals.

I won't lose to mortals.

Before he could strike me, I struck him with a sword, his sword was a few inches off, and it still scratched me, but the wound to his chest was even heavier, and my thick leather armor was cut by me, revealing his bloody chest and a metal book.

Evil love letters.

Baudelaire shouted, and a space separated me from him, which made him a full two hundred meters away from me in an instant.

Panting like a dog with pneumonia, he shouted, "You... Self-inflicted! I'm going to send you to hell! I'll open up the unknown space and let you... It was eaten separately by thousands of demons...."

I pointed to Baudelaire and said, "The plague." ”

His wounds festered rapidly, splitting from one wound into several wounds, and Baudelaire cried out, "This is... Is this the intended blade? How could you...."

It's what I'm learning and selling, because it's not that hard to learn.

Baudelaire aimed his sword at his wound and concentrated, and an experienced warrior like him naturally learned to use the telekinetic blade to unravel the curse of the telekinetic blade.

If his opponent is willing, of course he can safely and boldly do so, because the willingness is much weaker than him.

But if a master makes a move, how can there be a moment of negligence?

I used the rapids to close the distance, and slashed diagonally with a sword, and Baudelaire was wounded again, blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

I wanted to snatch the love letter, but Baudelaire used it again to escape, this time moving to the woods, and exclaiming, "Nef! Take me away! Neff! Detonate the lava golem! ”

Neff had already let the puppet giant rush with him two hundred meters away.

Baudelaire was dumbfounded, and then scolded: "Bastard, you betrayed me? ”

Neff shouted, "I will avenge you!" Master. ”

At that moment, I saw a white-robed cultist running towards Neff, who did not see him, and the puppet giants did not regard him as an enemy.

The cultist grabbed the bulge of the puppet giant's joint, shook it nimbly, climbed onto his shoulder, and reached Neff's side, and Neff noticed the comer and asked, "Are you..."

The white-robed cultist lifted her hat, she was Hottie. Neff was dumbfounded, having been pierced through the heart by Hotty's dagger before he could speak.

The puppet giant lunged forward, sending up a cloud of smoke. Hotty stepped out of the smoke and glared at Baudelaire.

I shouted, "Don't come here!" ”

Baudelaire suddenly moved behind Hotty, and even though he was seriously wounded, Hotty was still far from being his opponent, and he tied Hotty's hands behind his back, put his sword on Hotty's neck, gritted his teeth, and shouted angrily: "Bostetus! Your daughter is in my hands! I'm pretty sure I'll turn her into a corpse before you kill me. ”

I sneered at this, confident in my mind.

I know negotiation skills at times like this – you can't seem to care too much about hostages. The more you care, the greater the psychological advantage of the bandits, and the more dangerous the hostages will be. However, you can't push him too hard and make him feel that he has no way out, you have to make him feel that you are his friend and his gang.

It's hard to strike a balance between this, unless you're a great statesman or diplomat like me, who is clever and witty, well-versed in the past and the present, and who is well-educated.

Let's see me consider the words and sentences, scrutinize the words, and one sentence shocked him and resolved the danger.

I shouted, "Let go of my precious girl, I'll give you whatever you want!" ”

Hottie scolded, "What kind of bullshit negotiation are you? ”

I said angrily, "I'm here to save you, baby girl!" Otherwise, my good son-in-law shall not be widowed? ”

Hotty: "What widow?" Don't you know how to use words? ”

I said "Huh" and asked, "A woman is widowed, what should a man be called a widow?" Widowhood? ”

Hotty shook her head and said, "I don't know. ”

Baudelaire said, "It seems to be called widowhood." ”

I thought it was good and smiled: "Yes, that's the word, thank you, Lao Bo." The level of cultural people is not the same...."

Baudelaire replied, "No thanks, no thanks. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his expression changed, he was fierce, and said angrily: "Don't interrupt, you put down the sword and leave me three hundred meters away, otherwise I..."

I could easily feel the fear in his heart, which he suppressed, but he knew that he was cornered, that his injuries were severe, and that if he was not treated in fifteen minutes, he would die. And he didn't carry the secret medicine with him, otherwise he would have eaten it a long time ago.

He was terrified.

It's easy to do with fear.

He shuddered, and even though he was facing me, he couldn't help but turn his head.

The black nightmare was behind him, and he saw countless tortured women and abandoned dead babies for more than a hundred years, and he had a troubled conscience, he had tossed and turned with guilt, and he had dreamed of hellish scenes. In this moment, all these ghostly phantoms filled his brain, his heart.

The fear accumulated over the years crushed the Duke like a landslide.

The black nightmare swallowed his whole person and soul together.

Hottie also saw the Black Nightmare, but she quickly suppressed her fear, and the Black Nightmare moved away from her.

She was strong, her will was strong, and it reminded me of having learned in a dream that she was a descendant of the Helsing family.

She stepped aside and lifted Salvador up.

Only then did I remember how important this matter was—I had killed two supreme powers in the former imperial capital of the Sword and Shield Society, and I had to destroy the corpses, otherwise the Sword and Shield Society would find out that I had done it....

Wrong! I'm Bostex now! I can frame this old man! Anything can be blamed on him, and any fault is his.

Isn't that so?