Chapter 13: Who Said I Can't Melee?

The silver swordsman, who was still arrogant before, turned around like lightning, but saw that his sword blade was slashing into a white smoke, but although it looked like smoke, it was actually a viscous texture like a swamp, and Rao couldn't take even half a step forward with his sword blade. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then sneered, this kind of little trick meant nothing to him at all, he could directly tear away this spell smoke as long as he swung his sword.

But, at this moment, in his heart, in an instant, there was a terrifying sense of terror, and then he saw that in front of his eyes, in the faint mist of spells, suddenly a crimson staff with the tip came from the depths, and in an instant it had come to the front of this swordsman, and under the terrifying spell heat, it directly pierced through the clothes, flesh and blood, and penetrated through this body.

And that cloud of magic smoke also dissipated at this moment.

The silver-haired girl holding the staff immediately drew her staff and took a slight step back.

The swordsman's face turned pale, and he fell to his knees with his sword.

Ophelia said, "Who told you I can't fight in close combat?"

The swordsman looked up, his only eye swollen and blood-red.

Ophelia said: "Also, the same silver, you can't help but look down on me too much, such a long preparation time, how can it be just a small smoke swamp technique, you ......"

The silver-haired leader couldn't finish his words, because at this moment, the swordsman who had been pierced through his chest and abdomen burst out like a thunderbolt on the ground, and the distance between the two people was so close that as soon as this person raised his sword, the blade of the sword had already come to the silver-haired Elgar girl.

Just go forward, half an inch further, and the woman will die.

The swordsman's blood-red and painful eyes couldn't help but reveal a glimmer of madness and hideousness.

However, at this moment, he felt a sudden chill in his throat.

A sword, from behind him, outside the back of his neck, a sword pierced his throat, almost slicing off the entire neck, and Xue was like a crazy gush of money in an instant.

This swordsman finally lost all his vitality in this fatal sword, and with the wild spray of blood, his body was crooked and smashed directly on the ground.

Ophelia looked up and saw a pale Morone looking at her with a sword.

The man smiled: "When you have the advantage, you talk a lot, that's the act of the villain." ”

The silver-haired girl nodded as if she didn't understand, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." ”

Mo Long threw his sword on the ground, looked at the silver-haired beautiful girl, shook his head and smiled: "No, it's me who wants to say thank you, thank you, Ophelia, and ...... I should also thank 'myself'. ”

He lowered his head and looked at his bloodstained hands, his eyes a little complicated.

A deep and strong posture.

At this time, Ophelia said, "My lord, your injury ......"

This sentence directly pulled Mo Long back from his contemplation and pretending to be X in front of the beautiful woman, he glanced at the bleeding wound on his shoulder, and it was dark in front of him, and all the emotions that had not sprung up in the tense battle just now came up.

Pain and pain......

Mo Long gritted his teeth and said, "Let's ...... Go back to ...... first"

After saying this, our Mr. Moron hugged his shoulders and walked past Ophelia as if he wanted to scream out as if nothing had happened, and when he turned his back to the girl, Moron couldn't help but show a "distorted" expression of pain with bared teeth.

The silver-haired girl turned her head, looked at Mo Long's figure, and thought about the scene just now - sure enough, she was still too tender, and she was far inferior to this one in terms of combat experience, if it weren't for the other party's physical condition being bad because of serious injuries, I'm afraid that she might not have the opportunity to show her ugliness today, right?

Ophelia took a deep breath, shook her head, expelled all these thoughts, and took two steps forward to chase the back of the other party's lonely strong man in the eyes of the girl.

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When Moron returned to his empty mansion, it was already half an hour later.

Ophelia temporarily stopped Molong's bleeding with a healing spell.

Mo Long's current body is naturally not the same as the one in the twenty-first century, such a sword wound, a spell, a simple bandage, it is difficult to have much impact.

But this is also Mo Long's luck, that sword didn't stab the vital position or kill the bone, if that's really the case, he will be in trouble.

Mo Long easily waited for this group of Elgars who were not enthusiastic about their warmth to go out, and then bared their teeth on the bed and gasped.

But what he was thinking.

He killed someone today.

Moron lived for more than twenty years and killed for the first time.

Moreover, for the first time, he killed so many people, plus the silver-rank swordsman, Mo Long killed a total of nine people today.

However, Mo Long's heart did not have too much guilt, just like the swordsmanship that broke out in the previous battle, Mo Long has never been an athletic youth in the twenty-first century, and he knows better how many pounds and taels he has, if it is just him, even if he is of the same rank, he may not be able to beat a masked man.

However, he not only fought today, but was even able to compete with the existence of silver in swordsmanship for a moment.

The only reason he could think of was this body, this body that was pierced by his soul.

The instinct left of this body made his swordsmanship superb, and it also made him kill people without feeling anything.

But, how could the owner of this body, the young man with the surname Field, have such swordsmanship and mind?

Isn't that a teenager who has grown up with disabilities?

A real, well-deserved waste boy who has spent more than ten years in forbearance, with a strong talent (this conclusion is of course drawn by Mo Long based on his own overnight black iron) but has never cultivated, and finally died in vain.

At this moment, Mo Long's expression suddenly moved.

He heard footsteps.

Then there was a knock on the door.

It was Akali's voice, and the little Lori's voice was as crisp and nice as ever: "Can I come in?"

Well, this Lori's voice is crisp and nice, but she's a guy who never knows how to write the word politeness.

She didn't give Mo Long time to answer at all, so she directly pushed the door open, shook her double ponytail, and walked in with a jump.

Mo Long looked at such a little girl with a tall turnip, and couldn't help but have black lines on his face.

――Since you just walked in casually, what else did you ask?

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