Chapter 116: Angry Bull

The so-called wisdom and courage are worthy of the name. It's not worth it to fight with such a guy, in case he jumps off the wall in a hurry...... Hmph, and let the leader of the most skilled deal with him.

Thinking that he had successfully completed the set task of "filibustering", Naby made up his mind, slowed down his pace, intentionally or unintentionally, and quietly followed Kevin, touching it.

Successfully got rid of the entanglement of the attacker's deputy leader, but Kevin didn't even have the time and mood to laugh, just on the way to support, the third line of defense composed of defeated reserves, mercenaries and Marquis's palace guards, the last line of defense that was struggling to support, had officially collapsed.

Losing the two backbones of the archer Aaron and the "White Crane" priest, the strongest combat power left on the front line of the Black Lion Mercenary Regiment is only a few third- and fourth-level soldiers who serve as squad leaders, how can they block the attackers who are like wolves and tigers bent on breaking through, and it is difficult for them to fight desperately, and in the enemy's formation, there is a strong man named Morabi sitting and commanding, and the death battle has become a tragic death.

"Greyhound" could not hold out until the moment his own regiment commander arrived at his side, he held his chest with one hand, desperately trying to hold back the gushing blood, but almost half of his chest was cut open by Moraby's sharp blade, and the long wound could not be fully pressed no matter how hard he pressed it, and the other hand could no longer hold the remaining half of the steel knife, allowing it to fall into the dust.

He stared at Moraby deadly, and said "hehe" in his mouth, wanting to say something, but unfortunately the throat was filled with a lot of blood, and everything was blocked in his mouth, and he tried to spit out of his mouth, only the slightest blood foam was intermittent, and the fingers that could barely be raised with the last bit of strength were already falling before they could be aimed at the enemy.

It was dark in front of him, and the mustachioed mercenary captain closed his eyes unwillingly and fell down heavily.

Not far from the place where he died, there was a small half of the stone protruding from the ground, and Rick happened to lean against the stone, half-sitting and half-lying there, the wound on his neck was still bleeding, and the severed head was still wearing a shackle, which was thrown on the dirt a few meters away, and his resolute face was still frowning, as if he was still fighting to the death against the enemy.

This third-level soldier, in order to plug the gap in the enemy's broken defensive line, fought against Morabi side by side with "Greyhound" and others, and finally ran out of fighting spirit and died under the enemy's sword.

"Greyhound!"

Kevin roared heartbreakingly, trying to fly to his brother, but the problem was that there was still a considerable distance between them, and there was no time to support his leaning body, so he could only watch him fall into the dust.

From this moment on, the "greyhounds" could no longer hear the cries of the brothers and could not see the regimental commander who had come to support him desperately.

The white light flickered again, and the sharp sword light crossed a long arc, forcing back the "Cool Death Quartet" in front of him with one move.

The eldest of the four people covered his bloody arm, his face was pale, his lips couldn't help trembling, and even the goatee under his chin was shaking rapidly, he was angry and helpless, he was expecting to cooperate with skillful combat, and a few of them were responsible for containing Moraby, but he never thought that the difference in strength was too big, and they were injured under the enemy's sword one after another, and finally even the "Greyhound" and Rick gave up their original opponents and besieged Morabi together, but they couldn't stop the leader of the attackers possessed by the killing god.

"Boss, how are you?"

The only woman in the group put her goatee on her hand, her voice was full of hesitation and uneasiness, she covered her lower abdomen with her other hand, there was a long wound there, which was slowly oozing blood outside, the wound looked quite long and scary, but fortunately it was not too deep, and it did not hurt the internal organs, otherwise she would not even be able to take care of herself, and it would be even more difficult to support the boss.

Looking around at his companions, the iconic flowery green clothes, due to the tearing of Moraby's gold fighting spirit, were very badly damaged, typical of ragged clothes, everyone looked embarrassed like a flower child, his face was full of sweat and blood stains, red and black, the emerald green feather on the brim of the goatee boss's hat had long been gone.

She didn't need to ask to know that under every torn garment, there was a slender and straight wound, which was the inevitable result of the lack of protection from the fighting shield, blood was coming straight out from the middle of the tumbling muscles, and every member of the "quartet" had suffered many injuries to varying degrees, and the overall combat strength had dropped greatly, and if she wanted to step forward to block the leader of the attacker, it would be nothing more than death.

"Also...... Okay, what about you, can you withstand it?"

The forearm of the goatee's right hand was almost cut off by the sword, and his heart hurt like a cone at the moment, and he broke out in a cold sweat as soon as he spoke, and when he saw the enemy strolling forward expressionlessly, he couldn't help but feel afraid, he could not help but be afraid, and the enemy deliberately put on an arrogant and arrogant expression of "don't approach the living", which was nothing more than a warning to them.

If you don't want to die, just get out of the way!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me clean him up!"

Captain Kevin's loud voice full of anger came from behind, and the "quartet" couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the mercenary leader spoke in time, which was equivalent to pulling a few of them back from the ghost gate, and he was grateful at the moment, and took a few steps back and quickly rushed to other places to support.

The others were much easier to deal with than the leader of the raiders with all the firepower.

Morabi still strode forward, the long sword drooped slightly, and the blood collected along the blood groove onto the tip of the sword, dripping to the ground drop by drop, forming a dot mark of blood droplets at his feet, and he just let the "Cool Death Quartet" leave safely, with a look of indifference.

Ant-like enemies, no matter how much they kill, it won't help, and the angry bull needs to face it squarely.

He didn't seem to be walking fast, but his pace was steady, each step was almost the same length of distance, there was no one else in his eyes, and the mercenary captain who rushed over with a roar was the strongest combat force in the mercenary team, and undoubtedly the last tiger in the road.

However, according to experience, an enemy who is full of grief and anger can often burst out with combat power far beyond his normal level, and although the duration of the battle is very short, it is necessary to pay attention to it and take strict precautions in advance.

The leader of the attackers flicked his arms slightly, and when all the blood on the blade was gone, he calmly raised his long sword, the blade parallel to his body, the tip of the sword pointing straight towards the sky, which was the standard knight's sword hand-starting style, which was a solemn tribute to the impending strong enemy.

The cold gaze has been firmly locked on Kevin, watching the enemy's every move, and by the way, assessing his own situation.

According to Moraby's estimates, the fighting energy in his body at this moment was about half of what it was in its heyday, barely enough to repel Kevin, the enemy in person.

From the moment he broke through to the present, in order to kill the mercenary leaders and backbones including Aaron, "Greyhound" and Rick as soon as possible, he quietly hid in the team, and wanted to preserve his strength as much as possible, but he was forced to go out in person, kill the opponent to show off his strength, and inevitably consumed a corresponding amount of fighting energy.

Only by keeping the fighting energy in his body as much as possible can he talk about maintaining his peak combat power, which is the main reason why he let go of the "Cool Death Quartet".

And at this time, Molaby was greeted by Kevin's bloodshot eyes, the swarthy mercenary captain, and the roaring bull.

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed.

The same is true of the newly formed feud.

"Dog thief, take your life!"

The mercenary leader sped up his running, jumped high with the momentum, grasped the handle of the big sword with both hands, and slashed down with a sword against the enemy who had killed many brothers on the ground!

As soon as he saw that Kevin could even use the trick of running and jumping, Morabi hurriedly squatted down on his knees, bounced up on the spot, and jumped forward to meet a sword!

Jumping into the air and slashing below, it seemed to be condescending to add to the power, but he put himself in an embarrassing situation where it was difficult to strain, but Kevin's eyes were already cracked, and his chest was full of resentment and sadness, whether it was dangerous or not, it was not enough to vent his anger;

Standing in place to wait for work, Ben is conducive to moving left and right calmly dodge, helpless opponent menacing and fighting for his life, slightly retreating on the momentum up and down, easy to hurt under his sword, there is a way is that the two armies meet the brave wins, simply jump into the air to fight, and see who has more confidence, better combat skills!

The bright and dazzling fire-based fighting qi, the shining gold-based fighting qi, was prompted to the peak state in an instant, gushing out of the body to form a protective battle armor, and the two burly figures flashing with bright fighting energy, even in the afternoon when the light was strong, it seemed so dazzling and obvious, and it could be seen clearly from several miles away.

Kevin slashed at Morabi with a sword in the head, and the leader of the attackers did not evade it, and the long sword slashed across the chest of the mercenary leader, blocking the fierce blow with the attack, and at the same time, a whip leg on his foot intercepted Kevin's knee against his crotch;

Morabi withdrew his long sword in an instant, and stabbed Kevin's heart with the sword momentum, and the mercenary leader also gave up his defense, and the big sword slanted the waist and abdomen of the attacker leader from the bottom to the top, in addition to the hands holding the sword with all his strength, the other leg used to kick the ground first was already bent at the knee, and once again used a knee kick move, directly against the enemy's lower abdomen.

There was a muffled sound of "pop", and this vicious killing move had already been stopped by Moraby's knee raised in time, and the feet of the two of them suddenly became sore;

The sharp gaze looked at the bloodshot eyes, and he did not show weakness, and no one deliberately did not blink first.

Chop, chop, stab, pick.

Chop again, chop again, stab again, pick again!

With the blessing of a sufficient amount of fighting spirit, the two sharp weapons with an unstoppable momentum, "Ping Pong" struck each other violently, sparks splashed everywhere, and the fighting spirit drifted away, and in an instant, dozens of blows had been exchanged.

The simplest moves, the most ferocious heavy hits, the most effective way to play.

Abandoning all the thoughts of dodging, the two of them, who were almost the same tall and strong, just face to face, hard to face, like two brute bulls wrestling, launched the most fierce attack on the enemy, exchanging injuries for injuries, blood for blood, tooth for tooth, fighting for that breath, to see who could not withstand it in the end.

The one who is defeated, I'm afraid there is only one way to die.

The leaders of both sides swung their weapons and swords and stabbed them, and at the same time kept kicking and kicking under their feet, sometimes going straight and straight, from the air to the ground, sometimes tumbling and rolling, from one side of the valley cliff to the other, and no one was willing to back down even a small step.

It is not as good as the Holy Rank can fly in the air, the high-level strong can stay in the air for a long time, and the middle-level fighters are stronger, it is nothing more than jumping into the air by relying on the power of the foot jump, and the foot power will naturally fall back to the ground as soon as the foot strength is exhausted, whether you are level seven or eight, even if it is level ten, it is still the category of a middle-level soldier, the difference is nothing more than the ability to stay in the air for ten seconds and eight seconds more.

More often than not, jumping into battle is just to not be confined by narrow terrain, or even simply to increase one's own momentum, nothing more.

As soon as the seventh-level peak knight who was covered in red flames and the swordsman who had advanced to the eighth level for a long time and was covered in white light, the battle situation was extremely anxious, and it began to show a tragic trend.

The relative difference in what level of strength, and the mutual restraint of what fighting attributes, have all become meaningless theoretical data, and the painful expression presented by a heavy blow to the soft abdomen is convincing, and it is not as exciting as the blood oozing from the corner of the opponent's mouth.

The reckless mantra of "fuck your mother" and "day your mother" can best express each other's sincere feelings, and for a while they echoed in the valley, affectionately greeting the mother of the leader opposite.