Chapter 281: Swamp Killing

It was already close to dusk, but the fog around the swamp obscured the sky, and it was dark from the light alone, and there was endless silence in the thick fog, making it impossible to figure out what was inside, and suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps at the edge, very hurried.

A man gasped and staggered out of the fog. He was wearing light armor, but it was already broken, and it seemed to be cut by sharp blades, and it was already drenched in blood, which was extremely terrifying. Running out of the thick fog, the man's eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

But he still couldn't see clearly, so he hurriedly wiped his face, wiped off the blood stains on his eyes, and looked down at a protrusion on his breastplate, which contained something extremely important, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong behind him, and this feeling saved him many times in the thick fog.

This is also something that his companions do not have, and the iron rod in his instinctive hand swept backwards, but it was the Dharma staff method in the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts.

He is Moulton, the guard knight of the Church of Light, and the second apprentice of Hui Gang.

Morton couldn't see anything uninjured except for his breastplate, there were wounds and blood everywhere, and the weapon he held in his hand was not the iron-clad stick he had three years ago, but a staff made of steel, not for magic.

Instead, it is simply used as a cold weapon, and the staff is densely engraved with runes, which is exactly the same as the scarred Moulton, and the staff is much newer.

The heart moved at will, the iron rod was waved to the back, Morton's body flipped out of thin air, and then this momentum stood in the back position, almost at the moment when he moved, where Morton was standing, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and several small holes were pierced in the ground.

Morton's stick was horizontal in front of him, and he took a defensive posture, looking vigilantly at the direction of the fog in front of him, and now there was the afterglow of the setting sun in the sky, and then the light could be seen, and in the air at the edge of the fog, a few humanoid shadows were faintly floating.

It looks extremely vague, vaguely the shadow of a warrior with a weapon, and it seems to be green smoke, which is about to disperse as soon as the wind blows, but Morton's heart is like a great enemy, and there is even some despair in it, in front of these disembodied shadow warriors.

In the pursuit of the Dense Fog Swamp, he had already killed more than a dozen of his companions, and only he saved his life by relying on the martial arts he learned with Teacher Fleet three years ago, and he didn't know why he was able to escape, but Morton himself didn't expect that he would be able to run out of the boundless and terrifying fog.

As soon as Morton inhaled, the strength of his body began to work according to the methods taught by Hui Gang, and his personality was quite calm, so after the flying and provocative swordsman Henry learned from the monk, what really benefited was the ability of those hard bridges and hard horses from other families.

On the contrary, Morton has made more gains in the operation of power, which also makes him a better warrior than Henry, and among the high-ranking personnel of the Church of Light in the Odan Empire, Morton is evaluated more than Henry.

With the operation of Moulton's internal force, due to some inexplicable situation, the internal force of the light attribute on his body also followed the rapid distribution of the whole body. Under the effect of the magic runes, the steel staff in his hand began to glow with a faint golden yellow light, although the dense fog at this time was heavy.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the light of the weapon in Moulton's hand gradually brightened, and a few faint shadows flew out of the dense fog, at this time it was not only the image of a warrior but also the appearance of an animal, but as the sky dimmed, they gradually couldn't see clearly.

Gradually, they faded into the darkness, but they all seemed to be very taboo about the light in Moulton's hands, and they didn't dare to attack easily, and the scars on Moulton's body and the exhaustion of running all the way made him have to stand there to recover some strength, and after holding on for a while.

An ethereal voice came from the edge of the fog:

"Respectable warrior, I am amazed by your strength and fighting skills, I would love you to join us, our differences are over that little thing in your breastplate, give him back to me, and you will get everything you want. ”

The sound seemed to be several huge metal spheres colliding with each other, very harsh and ugly, Moulton had already recovered a little, listening to the temptation without saying any conditions, but he knew in his heart that the owner of this voice in the thick fog could really give him everything he wanted.

Thinking of this, a chuckle appeared on the corner of Moulton's mouth, and now it was dark inside and outside the thick fog, and the only object that could glow was the steel staff in Moulton's hand.

But the being in the fog seemed to have seen Moulton's smile and launched the order to attack, and now the warriors and animals formed by the shadows had completely disappeared into the darkness, but Morton knew in his heart that these shadow warriors were on all sides of him.

At this time, even though Moulton's eyesight was very good, he couldn't see clearly in the dark, and suddenly, his mind remembered what the monk had said to him back then:

"Sometimes, you can feel the enemy's battle not by your eyes, but by your heart, by all your sensory organs, by the flow of air, from the tremors of the land, and even from the conscious changes in your heart, so that you can know the enemy's attack well. ”

The current physical strength of Morton no longer allows him to do some postures with a relatively large range of flashing and moving movements, the wound does not allow, the physical strength does not allow, and the environment does not allow it.

It can only be a risky try, Morton suddenly felt a move in his heart, suddenly felt a little tight behind him, his body flashed, the steel staff in his hand slashed straight to the back, and there was a screaming sound in the void behind him, and the left and right attacked at the same time.

Moulton's wrist shook, the steel staff turned like a windmill, and the steel staff that shimmered with a faint golden light turned into a round light curtain, and all the shadow creatures that attacked in the darkness seemed to be extremely taboo about this light, making obscure sounds, and dodged one after another.

As the battle progressed, Moulton's eyes slowly closed, and his whole body melted into the darkness, all the senses in his body were opened, sensitively detecting all the movements around him, faintly he felt as if he was in the infinite darkness, many points of light were rotating around him.

Those points of light are the enemy, because the body and mind are completely open, so no matter how the shadow warrior and those animals attack, they are all defended by Morton in advance with the most effective moves, and the most effective actions are often the ones that cost Morton the least action.

So despite the increasing frequency of battles, Morton is still at ease, and is much more relaxed than when he was on the run.

Ten minutes have passed, and the scar on Moulton's body is just a cut in his leather armor, but the shadows, under Morton's own judgment, should have died three, and the voice in the dense fog suddenly sounded again, this time with some questions in the voice:

"Out of the swamp barrier, why don't you keep running?"

Then he asked and answered himself, and his voice was full of resentment and anger:

"You bastard of the Church of Light, you're stalling for time. ”

Before Morton could answer, he felt that the attacks of the shadows around him suddenly began to storm violently, but now Morton just hugged the Dharma staff method uprightly, and this set of staff methods was the most neutral and peaceful weapon routine in the Shaolin Temple in the previous life.

Although the offense is a little less powerful, the defense is really watertight, and although the shadows around it are invisible, although the attack is very different from the norm.

But as long as they act, it will cause changes in the air flow or energy and power around them, and it will be known by Moulton's strange sensory ability, and the steel staff with the power of light in his hand will appear right where it needs to be guarded against, blocking the attack, you must know that the body of the shadow warrior is composed of energy, and the most harmful to them is the opposite energy, and the light emitted by the steel staff in Moulton's hand is really their nemesis.

And the power on Morton's body is slightly different from the light holy power or fighting spirit of the Church of Light, for these shadow warriors, there is also a power in them that they feel more feared, although it has no attributes, but after being touched, the effect of damage is greater than the damage of holy power.

At a distance of about a few hundred meters from the direction of the battle, several apertures of different sizes were suddenly projected from mid-air, and the apertures were composed of various magic symbols, and several apertures were instantly superimposed on the ground, faintly emitting a melodious sound in the void.

Teleporting the magic array, both sides of the battle here instantly felt all this, and Morton's face with closed eyes showed a relieved expression, and he suddenly shouted. The original defensive action in his hand suddenly became violent, and the steel staff hit indiscriminately in all directions in his hand.