For the swordsman and the gunman, the result is already known without looking at the things in front of them, and they even have a feeling of being a little excited. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first time I was excited, the second time was not bad, the third time there seemed to be not much excitement left, and now, it's the fifth.

It's the same beginning, process, and ending every time, and it's really not much fun to go through it a few more times.

It wasn't until a ball flew up in front of them and a fountain of blood gushed up that they realized that what they thought was boring compared to such an accident was too much more interesting.

Of course, this was an afterthought, and it was only now that they had time to stir up shock, disbelief, and anger.

The aftermath of the previous break was still lingering in his mouth, and then it turned to "Ah! He screamed.

Then the force in his hand stagnated slightly, but the weapon continued to move forward or down along its original trajectory under inertia.

Chuandong stretched out his left hand and grabbed the spear that stabbed in front of him and dropped sharply, while the sword in his right hand was based on the force of the horizontal slash that had not yet dissipated behind the archer's neck, and added another force to slash at the knife that was slashing down close to the gauntlet.

The swordsman was frightened, so that the strength in his hand stagnated, this time he was slashed vigorously, and the blade was not damaged, but the whole knife was directly cut off.

However, the sword in Chuandong's hand swept back to the gunman's neck with the power of the shock.

Because the gunman stood a little back, Chuandong could only slash the gunner's trachea with the tip of the sword at most, and it was impossible to cut off his head like an archer - in fact, even if the sword body could go further, Chuandong would not do this, the steel sword in his hand was of ordinary quality, and he had already broken his neck, and if he collided with the swordsman's knife again, he was afraid that there would be problems inside, and if he touched the hard bones again, it would break directly.

There was no misfortune of severed heads, but the gunman who had already recovered his senses was obviously not willing to accept the difficulty of breaking his trachea, and his upper body leaned back slightly, and at the same time he exerted force with both hands, trying to avoid both the sword and the gun.

At this time, the archer's headless body has fallen halfway to the right, the blood in his neck has stopped spraying, but has changed, and his body is about to touch the knee of the knife man (the knife man was half a step behind, and his right leg took a small step forward when swinging the knife).

The knife was knocked down, and his mind was just thinking about whether to pick up the knife first, or to go forward to help his teammates with his bare hands, and the thought had just turned, and the archer's body fell, and his hand took a step ahead of his mind to support the archer's body.

Chuandong's eyes narrowed slightly, his left hand loosened, let go of the gunman's gun, and the half-swept steel long sword made a short arc, and went to the right again.

The swordsman who realized that it was a big mistake to hold the archer's body was about to let go of the archer's body, when the cold light in front of him crossed his eyes, his neck hurt, and a gust of air "snort" sounded, and then turned into a bloody "poof" sound.

The strength in his body was empty, and the swordsman made an unwilling cry of "ho ho" in his mouth, and planted it on the ground with the archer's body.

The gunman was exerting force in his hand, but he suddenly let go, and his upper body leaned back, and the center of gravity of his body was a little back, although he did not fall because of this, but he stumbled under his feet.

Call~

A fist-sized, flaming fireball flew down from the sky, and the fireball flew extremely fast, drawing a red line in the sky, and it was the gunman who struck it.

This fireball was naturally sent by the demon bird, and at this time, it was spreading its wings widely, stopping at a height of about 30 meters, and there was a much smaller, but more condensed fireball in its mouth, which was about to erupt.

The projection of the demon beast only had biological instincts at the beginning.,And it's mainly focused on hunting and fighting instinct.,Other emotions and monsters are already more intelligent and have no intelligence.,As time passes,,There will be a little bit of thinking ability and emotions.,But no matter what, it can't be compared with the real monster.。

And this one is estimated to have a little bit of the ability to think, but there is no emotion, so I didn't think about finding anyone to take revenge when I was injured, just waiting for the opportunity, and then looking at the battle below, I hurriedly flew down, to take advantage of the danger of others, and take advantage of it.

As a result, the prey was already dead, so he aimed his attack on the gunman who was downwind and looked obviously better to bully.

As soon as Chuandong wanted to take advantage of the gunman's loss of proportion and kill him in one fell swoop, he saw the fireball of the demon bird flying down, and he didn't look up, but bent down and picked up the stone that he had thrown at his feet before (he basically didn't move his footsteps).

Then he looked up at the demon bird, and threw the stone with all his might.

The gunman was hit by the rumor, and his heart had lost his cool, and he was unaware of the demon birds in the sky, and he didn't notice until the fireball was approaching.

The gunman was horrified, and with the help of his staggering steps, he quickly retreated.

Phew~Bang!

The fireball grazed past the gunman's eyes and landed on the ground with a thud, sending a basin-sized crater to the ground.

Before the gunmen could rejoice, a second fireball followed.

At this moment, he didn't have time to dodge, the speed of the fireball was too fast, his posture was not right, and it was not easy to change direction, and he was smashed at the joint connecting his right arm and shoulder.

Burst!

"Ahh

The gunman screamed frantically, only to see that the joint was almost completely gone, only a small half of the bone was attached to the right arm, and a small gap was broken in the right shoulder, revealing the damaged shoulder blade, and there were muscles burning on the face, shoulder, and arm.

The demon bird above was brewing a third fireball, and the stone that passed to the east came up.

Maybe it was because of the previous loss, this demon bird was much more cautious, and as soon as the Chuandong stone was thrown, it dodged it, so the stone ended up two or three meters away from its body.

However, Chuandong didn't really want to smash it down, just to drive it away, so that it wouldn't kill the gunman directly.

His target is still the gunslinger:

As soon as the stone was thrown, he stabbed the gunman with his sword.

The gunman screamed and staggered back a few steps, and finally sat down on the ground, watching Chuandong kill, and didn't try to resist, just stopped screaming, looked at Chuandong with resentful eyes, and roared hoarsely:

"My big stick country will not let go of ......"

There was already a flame around his right eye, and the eyes in the flames were twisted and resentful, looking extremely oozing.

But......

Chuandong directly stabbed the steel long sword into his mouth and stopped his unfinished words:

"You're still worried that one day I'll be upset and tear down your stick!"

"Roar!!"

As soon as Chuandong's voice fell, an earth-shattering roar came from afar.

The demon bird that was hesitating and wandering in the sky flapped its wings violently and flew in the opposite direction from which the sound came.

At the same time, the blood on the ground and the archers already had milky white spots of light that were the same as when the demon beast died. (To be continued.) )