"It's over. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info" The woman in the black robe said softly with a smile on her face, and the dagger in her hand also arced across Harry's unsuspecting throat, and warm blood splattered out, some blood spurting on the woman's face.

Harry's expression was full of unwillingness before he died, and he covered his throat with one hand that was spurting blood, but the wound was still too big, and the bleeding was so large that it couldn't stop the blood from flowing out at all, and it flowed down the gap between his fingers, and his steps were a little vague, and he looked like he was about to fall.

The woman kept her distance from Harry, looking at the scene that was pleasant to her, her cheeks glowing a sickly red.

Something unexpected happened, Harry, who was about to fall, seemed to suddenly return to the light, the originally twisted and immobile hand directly returned to its original state, and the throat that had been cut out quickly recovered, like a sense of déjà vu like going back in time, and the wounds on his body were healed in a short moment, without even a trace.

Taking advantage of the woman's surprise, Harry made a move, quickly pulled out the silver sword that was stuck in the ground next to him, and rushed directly in front of her, the blade of the silver sword in his hand aimed at her abdomen, and there was still some distance to penetrate her abdomen.

The woman was surprised but also able to stay awake, the dagger in her hand made an emergency response, the dagger jumped on her slender fingers, and switched to another mode, in the mode of throwing, the woman's body quickly made a series of throwing movements, the dagger flew out of her hand, with a sound that could pierce everything, like a bullet, Harry's forehead hit the center accurately, the dagger directly pierced Harry's head, making a hole, the brain was splattered with blood, and the dagger didn't know where it flew。

The mortal wound was dead according to common sense, but Harry's body did not stop, the woman still maintained an expression of being a great enemy, and the other hand reached for the thigh, as if trying to take out something, but Harry had already come to her, it was too late, the silver sword that radiated holy light pierced straight through her abdomen, the woman stopped moving, bent over, and made a painful mouth.

Harry's corpse had done its job, as if it had no strength at all, leaning limply against her chest, and the hand holding the sword was released, and he slowly fell to his knees, and fell on the pile of rubble, stirring up a small cloud of smoke and dust, and looked like he was dead.

The woman trembled and stepped back, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, she grabbed the holy sword in her hand, and with a scream, the bloody holy sword was thrown on the ground, she actually pulled it out with pain, and the blood flowing from the abdominal wound seemed to be unstoppable, and it flowed out in a sparse manner, and she couldn't block it with her hands.

"You, you boy, dare to lie to me. The woman stared at Harry who had fallen to the ground, and there was something like a scabbard tied to her thigh hidden under the black robe, she pulled out a dagger, held it in her hand, and covered the bloody wound in her abdomen with one hand and trembled, but she strangely did not move, standing in place.

"It's a tactic, you don't have the extra strength to defeat me now, is it possible for you to defeat me if you're seriously injured?" said Harry, standing up from the ground and wiping the blood from his face.

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the man rushed at her, clenching his fist at her.

The woman is just as Harry said, she was indeed seriously injured, and was pierced through the body by the holy sword, which is almost certain death, for the evil dark forces, this is certain, just touching the holy sword, they will disappear, even if it is not these dark forces, the human body is hit by the holy sword, and the injuries caused are several times more than other weapons, if it is an ordinary weapon, it is good to say, this kind of artifact-level weapon, is not a joke, with the same artifact weapon, she naturally understands the power.

The woman unwillingly glanced at Harry who rushed over, and fled behind her, even if she was seriously injured, her strength was seriously weakened, but the ability to escape still made Harry out of reach, and the person disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had disappeared suddenly, without any warning at all.

Harry, who rushed over, was also unwilling, and sure enough, he still let her escape, even if he was seriously injured, it was still impossible to catch her, and it seemed that she should not sneak attack again.

Harry was indeed lying to the woman, because from the moment of the battle, Harry understood that he was definitely not her opponent, she seemed to be a quick, The assassin with excellent reaction speed, the strength is not small, and the weapon in his hand is not ordinary, these elements that are superior to himself add up, add someone in the body to remind carefully, this is not an enemy that he can defeat at present, in addition to playing unpredictable means for ordinary people, yes, it is the immortality ability on the body, others will never guess, in six years, with the help of someone, Harry has gradually mastered this special ability, plus has been used, it has become this ability to freely manipulate and heal wounds, the wound on the chest is Harry deliberately did not let it heal completely, but let it heal into a wound that is not too serious and looks a little serious, after all, it is impossible to fight with such an enemy without even a little injury.

Grabbing the bloodstained silver sword, Harry shook the blood on the sword and walked towards Miral's place.

"Harry, are you alright, why is there blood all over your body!" Miral looked nervously at Harry's bloodstained face, the chest of a white robe was torn, and there were shocking blood stains remaining, and the wound on his chest was cut, looking badly injured, which made people nervous for him.

In the battle just now, Milar couldn't see it at all, just heard the conversation between Harry and her, and it seemed that Harry had used some small means to win the guy, no matter what it was, Harry was fine.

"I'm fine, even though I defeated her, I let her escape, sorry, Miral. Harry said apologetically, picking up the badly injured Miral on the ground, as he couldn't seem to move his hands or legs, so Harry decided to carry him behind him.

"Miral, your injury looks serious, does it hurt?" Harry said worriedly as he carried him on his back as carefully as possible, in Harry's eyes, one hand and one leg were irregularly twisted, there was a bloody wound on the temple, and the throat was also, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it can't live, although Miral said that he is not human, but such a wound is inevitably too serious, it should be very painful.

"Stupid, how can I hurt, didn't I say it, I'm not human, as the big-breasted woman said, I'm a monster who can't be killed. Miral said, putting one hand around Harry's neck and lying comfortably on Harry's back.

"You're stupid, I don't care what you are, in my eyes you're not a monster, you're always bullying me, you can talk, cry, laugh, and have a big stomach, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back." Harry shot back.