The father's voice suddenly became soft and crisp, and his face began to slowly blur like ink melting, and after a moment it converged into a young and resolute face, and the man stood on the city wall, patted him on the shoulder, and continued: "You said that you did your best, and you felt tired, which proves that you have reached your physical or mental limit. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info And every step forward on the basis of the limit will be a new transformation!"

"Cesar!" called Divalen.

"Is this what you want now? yelling to knock them down, only to just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead?"

The pent-up emotions finally erupted, and Divalen shouted, "No !!"

"Then what are you going to do!?" Cesar shouted at him.

"Get up and kick that stinky boy in the ass!"

"Do your best!?"

"Do what you do!!"

"Okay! one last question!!" Cesar stared at him deadly: "Divalen, come back to me loudly!!Who are you!?"

"I'm the Sword of Svadia!!" Divalen shouted almost hoarsely!

"Good!" Cesar turned and threw him out of the city, and the sight before Divalron's eyes quickly turned black, and everything was being torn apart, torn apart, and then crumpled into the infinite void.

Before everything was gone, he vaguely saw that Cesar was pointing to his wrist and making a strange gesture.

After that moment, it was plunged into complete darkness.

It was like sinking into the deep sea, constantly falling, but after a while, suddenly a dazzling glow appeared in front of me.

"Hmph, are you back again?" The pain in his whole body and the sound of the soldiers fighting in his ears almost all hit him the moment he woke up, but Divalen was extremely awake: ", you have to put on a poker face even to give me tips, don't you know how to smile?"

Seeing the boss fall to the ground, the morale of the Swadia soldiers was sharply reduced, coupled with the overdraft of physical strength, they had gradually fallen into a decline, and could only stubbornly make the last resistance.

Hey, it looks like you can't lie down for a while.

"Hey, don't brag about it, little brat!" Divalen coughed and struggled to get up, blood foaming down his face, "It's not over yet!"

Seeing that Divalen, who was so seriously injured, was still trying to get up, Chris couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, but then his face sank: "Do you want to die so much?"

Divalen burst out laughing after hearing this: "Yes, it would be too sad for a person to have the determination to fight for victory once in his life. As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit lightly on the bracer guards, untied the bracer straps one by one, and then slowly squatted down, slowly took off the heavy military boots, and removed two strange bands from his ankles.

", what's this, so heavy!?"

"Training with weights. ”

"I can't lift your mother's weights, don't you want to teach me swordsmanship?"

Cesar completely ignored his protests and kicked him towards the front line of the defense on the city walls: "Wear them, remember the ventilation method I taught you, and fight until the last moment until they become one with you!"

With difficulty, Divalen raised his sword and chopped off one of the Nord soldiers who had rushed up the wall, and shouted at Cesar, "When will you take off this damn thing!

"When you remember them. Cesar said with a blank face.

"!!!How could you forget!!This thing is so heavy, damn it!How dare you sneak up on me!grandson!"Dievalen shouted, turning his head and swinging his sword to block the Nord soldiers who were sneaking up behind.

"These Nords will make you forget!" Cesar stood as motionless as a stone statue, standing quietly on the steps and looking at him.

The Nord soldiers poured into the walls in waves, as if there was no end in sight, and Divalen could only endure the weight of immense weight, shouting and raising his sword to slash down every enemy around him.

During the week, in addition to eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, what Divalen did was to constantly swing his sword, and then he realized that Professor Cesar and his luck method of ventilation were quite subtle, whenever he was exhausted, he could often generate a dark energy in the Jedi, allowing him to recover his strength faster, greatly prolonging his combat time, so that he could constantly urge himself in the desperate situation of battle, and familiarize his muscles with the weight of the burden.

How many times did you swing the sword? 10,000 times, 100,000 times, 100,000 times?

Di Valen doesn't remember anymore?

But from the third day onwards, he really couldn't remember the weight on his hands and feet at all, and only the trajectory of the sword and qi was left in his eyes.

The sword has no constant way, and all things are one. There is no constant form, and the beginning is wonderful!

Was the dream a subconscious awakening, a father's salvation, or a reminder from Cesar?

None of this matters anymore, what matters is - the time to loosen the shackles has finally come!

Divalen carried the weight in each of his hands and lifted it slowly, as if the four bags were the struggles of his brothers and sisters who had lived and died with him for a long time.

"It's just a load," Chris put down his sword and said disdainfully, "the kind of thing that only students can play with。。。。。。 ”

Knock - !!

A loud, dull thud accompanied by a noticeable tremor of the ground interrupted the rest of Chris's speech.

The falling weight smashed the hard ground into debris and sank deep below the ground!!

Even Chris couldn't help but be surprised: Is this guy a monster?!

Divalen took a deep breath in the dusty air, "Imp, now—the second half begins!"

Divalen's massive body suddenly disappeared into the dust!!

Boom!!

Almost at a speed that pierced through time and space, the powerful sword power exploded around Chris without warning!

Chris was stunned by his beastly fighting instincts, jumped up at the moment of the explosion of sword power, and looked at the terrifying ground below that was torn apart by sword power in mid-air, and couldn't help but gasp: "What a terrifying speed and destructive power!!"

"Really, I'm sorry to scare you!!!" Divalen's voice suddenly came from behind.

How is it possible!?This speed is even faster than the slash just now!!

Before Chris could react, the sword burst out behind him like a storm!!

The scene when Cesar put it on for him a week ago is as clear as yesterday.

"Peng!" There was a loud bang, and Chris was struck by the sword and fell straight to the ground like a meteorite, and a dull landing sound was followed by a large cloud of dust!

"Second Dance!--Cold Star!" Almost the moment when the dust just rose, two cold rays were like meteors in the cold night, cutting through the curtain of dust and heading straight for Divalen, who was in mid-air!

Last blade Chris, finally out again!

It's very different - he's stabbed for the first time for defense!

Although the momentum was lost, the power of the throwing knife was not reduced in the slightest!

The two throwing knives did not go in a straight line as usual, but with a wonderful whirlwind, entangled with each other, spiraling and flying, like two-headed snakes entwined with each other, spitting out letters at both ends, and lightning struck at Divalen!

The knife is constantly whirling, the trajectory is weird but the speed is unusually fast, and there is no time to figure out the trajectory of the flying knife!

As long as there is the slightest hesitation, the throwing knife will lock onto the center of the enemy's eyebrows and heart at the last moment, and mercilessly penetrate through it, and make more than 100 moves, no exceptions!

Divalen was in mid-air, and his body that was falling was constantly heading towards the two cold rays, how could he dodge!

Di Valen was extremely calm, and chuckled: "! If you can't hide, you will eat hard! Lao Tzu is afraid that you are a turtle egg!"

Taking a deep breath, the greatsword slashed through the air with a force that almost tore through the air!!

The sword roared and went straight towards the two cold rays, but the two deadly throwing knives only suffocated, slowed down their rotation for a moment, and then continued to fly out with their strong tail strength.

Although it was only a moment of sluggishness, it was enough for the current Divalen!

He raised his left hand, slammed his waist hard, and suddenly spun with the momentum of his fall!

The two flying knives collided together in a moment close to him, and then the two knives separated slightly with a refractive momentum, biting towards the original position of his eyebrows and heart!

Divalron swung his sword so quickly and turned around, he could only barely avoid the vital parts of his body, and with two muffled sounds, the two throwing knives almost simultaneously grazed a deep blood mark on his shoulder and right abdomen.

Strangely, Di Valen no longer felt the intense pain, only felt a slight numbness coming from the wound.

He knew very well in his heart why this was happening, the damage to his body before he had just fallen unconscious was close to the limit, and now he was still able to swing his sword and fight in this position, on the one hand, thanks to the freedom from the restraint of the load, and on the other hand, it was entirely because of his almost perverted willpower.

It's not that I don't feel pain, but because the scars have made my body hurt to the extreme, and now it's like adding two more raindrops to the sea, and there will be no qualitative change at all!

But this also shows that with this overloaded fighting method now, no one knows that his body will collapse at that next moment because he can't support it completely!

The only way to win is to do it quickly!!

The giant sword bursts through the ground with an incomparable sword!

After the sword qi tore through several gaps in the ground, it exploded in all directions frantically, and the powerful qi blew the flying smoke and dust in all directions in an instant, in order to avoid this terrifying explosive sword skill, Chris could only pull out his body and flip backwards.

As soon as Chris fell to the ground, staring at the beast-like Devaren, the three flying knives immediately got into his hands: "This kind of destructive power... Absolutely- you can't be caught by this guy even once!!"

Three o'clock cold mangs come out one after another!

Three Dances - Shotpendant!

As soon as the knife was struck, Chris immediately stepped on the ground and retreated again.

The two of them are twenty yards apart, the optimal distance for throwing knives!

As long as he can keep those twenty yards, Chris is absolutely sure that he can drag the beast of Devallen to exhaustion and crucify him to the ground!

But as long as Di Valen can break through those twenty yards, any close blow will be enough to blast Chris to smithereens!

Twenty yards of life and death!