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Because in the next second, the virus night walker with two knives in his hand finally rushed up to the gap in the city wall like a ghost, and the double knives slashed towards Mu Shao'an like a torrent of torrents, even if he was prepared, he was instantly suppressed, and then the rest of the virus followers rushed to the gap in the city wall in a hula, and this gap was equivalent to being completely breached.

However, Mu Shaoan did not panic in the slightest.

Even though this D-class virus nightcrawler was still a nightmare in his mind more than an hour ago, even though his strength hadn't improved much in that time.

But his feelings were very different.

At this moment, in the face of the stormy attack of that virus nightcrawler, and in the face of seven or eight virus followers who rushed up, his state of mind was as turbulent as a peaceful lake.

Although there was only a long knife left in his hand, it was enough.

Horizontal blocking, vertical sealing, interception, lock knife, reverse swing, racking, wrong step, horizontal movement, spinning.

He was like an incomparably precise and indifferent machine.

With the simplest movements, the fastest reactions, and the most stable balance, they are firmly nailed in place.

Although he was pressed and beaten by the virus nightcrawler as soon as he saw him, every moment seemed like he was on the edge of an extremely dangerous cliff, and he could be crushed at any moment.

But every moment he was able to miraculously save the day.

Without attacking, he could only defend, and the twin knives of the virus nightcrawler could not be splashed with water, and his defense could not be splashed with water as well.

No, it's not like this, Mu Shao'an can't reach that realm yet, all he can rely on is his extremely keen perception of the six senses.

He relied on the grasp of his own strength, the balance of his movements, and the stability of his steps.

Each of these singles can be killed by the virus Nightcrawler in seconds, but when combined in one place, it becomes a reef, an indestructible reef.

Time passes by second.

Sweat flowed silently, and close-fitting clothes were soaked in the blink of an eye.

Yes, Mu Shaoan is not as easy as it seems.

The attack of the Virus Nightkin was like the king of the storm, and he let out an earth-shattering roar that carried supreme rage, power, shock, and fear.

Mu Shaoan can only be regarded as a flat boat in the waves of the angry sea, he is struggling, he is resisting, he is trying to reverse his destiny.

It's not just a game of skill,

And it's not just the killing of hatred by rival camps.

It's not a simple physical confrontation!

This is still a fight from the depths of the soul!

It is the unyielding roar of fate!

There is only a thin line between life and death.

But there can only be one king.

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In the shadow of the sword and sword, the outside world was blurred and no longer existed, Mu Shaoan felt like he was soaked in sweat, and the muscles in his body began to numb.

In less than ten seconds, although he was not injured, he had already consumed two waves of burst value in a row.

But the power of the virus nightkin on the other side seemed to be endless, and the killing intent of the other party continued to break through the limit and climb, and he could hear the other party's cruel smile in the depths of his soul.

The feeling that the guy is about to break through.

Really, it's like a beast in the abyss about to wake up from its slumber.

Break through in battle.

This is what any warrior, any true warrior desires, and for this they do not hesitate to pay with their lives, regardless of the camp, regardless of good or evil.

Stepping on the corpse of the enemy and drinking the blood of the enemy to advance, that is the supreme glory!

So at the moment, only the two of them were left to fight each other.

The virus nightcrawler was arrogant.

Mu Shaoan is still insisting, he doesn't want to die, he wants to break out, in fact, he is making rapid progress every second, this battlefield of life and death is the best classroom in the world, the enemy of life and death is the best teacher, and the tuition fee paid is also the most expensive, that is, life.

But he was never able to suppress the opponent, and every counterattack he tried to launch was thwarted by the opponent with stronger, more sophisticated, and more powerful attacks.

The legendary Jedi counterattack, the legendary near-death explosion, and the legendary leapfrogging monster killing are really not so easy to do.

That virus nightcrawler also used Mu Shaoan as a whetstone, a whetstone of the same level.

"Bell"

Every second, the long knives in their hands will collide with each other more than a dozen times, this kind of unimaginably accurate duel can definitely make onlookers stunned, and it is useless to intervene in the group fight, and they can't keep up with the rhythm at all.

The virus nightcrawler was able to do it because his skills were sufficient, so it was a matter of course.

Mu Shao'an was able to do it completely by virtue of his spiritual power.

That's right, his mental power is already starting to burn, which is his biggest hole card, but he doesn't seem to be able to change this fate anymore.

How can I say this, he is too unlucky, if he is another virus nightcrawler, maybe he has succeeded in countering at this moment, but he actually ran into a D-class virus nightcrawler who is about to break through.

But he was not afraid, he was not afraid, he was not disappointed, he did not regret, he did not complain, he did not even care about hatred.

He was not afraid of death, and it was not a humiliation to be able to use such a hearty head-to-head duel as a feast before death, and finally die under the enemy's long knife.

As a warrior, he doesn't care about what he is said to be honorable even if he dies, because that's where he ends.

No sorrow, no joy, no regrets.

He was willing to face death calmly.

Come, cut off my head, let my blood spill in the sky, let my body rot with the earth, and let my soul perish.

But you'll have to kill me first.

Time seems to stand still.

The scythe of death always disdained to cut off Mu Shao'an's head, he was insisting, insisting without any distractions, no longer trying to fight back, he was only defending, he only had the power to defend, maybe when he couldn't come up in one breath, it was the moment he died.

But this breath is still there, like a candle swaying in the wind.

Finally, Mu Shao'an heard a bowstring sound, the feather arrow broke through the air, the storm that surrounded him, the terrifying pressure like a mountain instantly lightened, and before he could react, he saw four or five elite soldiers of the Seventh Legion slashing the body of the virus nightcrawler who had been attacked by the dark arrow.

Grabbing people's heads is unceremoniously.

It turned out that reinforcements had arrived, and on all sides were soldiers of the Seventh Legion, who were shouting wildly and shouting frantically, and Wan Sheng's voice resounded in the sky.

Then he saw the archer, standing in the crowd with a wicked smile on his face, a little swaggering.

Although I am very grateful to this guy from the bottom of my heart, it is not that he has been helping to contain other virus soldiers before, plus that virus nightcrawler is very arrogant, Mu Shaoan has already hung up.

But this kind of cheap appearance is really speechless.

"Your sister!"

Mu Shaoan threw away the long knife and raised a middle finger with his right hand before collapsing to the ground. (To be continued.) )