Chapter 12 ruthless

There was wind, blowing from outside the alleyway. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In such a slightly gloomy alley, it can't bring half a point of coolness.

Hurt.

This was the truest feeling of Mo Long, the sword piercing through the body of the hapless man in front of him, piercing through his left shoulder, and finally plunging deep into the wall behind Mo Long.

This is not the end, after the man's sword penetrated in, an obvious backhand action seemed to be planning to pull away the sword directly sideways and kill Mo Long directly.

Fortunately, Mo Long's eyes were quick, and he pressed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and that guy's strength was only at the level of black iron, so after Mo Long buckled the opponent's wrist, the other party's intention was directly self-defeating.

However, the man directly raised his leg, and at such a close distance, directly hit Mo Long with a knee.

At this moment, Mo Long followed the man's dazzling movements almost like a ghost, and at the same time raised his legs, colliding with the other party at such a close distance, making a dull sound.

On the other side, the silver swordsman and Ophelia came to their senses at this time.

The swordsman snorted coldly: "The young master of the Field family, not only is he not a cripple, but he also has such a means?"

Ophelia was a little anxious, she didn't expect Mo Long to be forced to this extent by a few black iron guys, but considering the terrifying injuries of the man before, this seemed to make sense.

And Mo Long didn't know what was going on at this time, maybe it was under the stimulation of pain, his mind was unbelievably clear, when the swordsman said this, he had already realized that the people in the field must die, otherwise, once the things that he was not disabled leaked out, there would be no place for him in the imperial capital of Ashton in Noda, and the king who decided to pardon him because he was crippled would also kill him quickly!

Mo Long didn't know what level of existence the man who confronted Ophelia was, and couldn't help but burst out: "Kill him!"

Hearing this, Ophelia finally came to her senses, and with a flick of her hand, she slashed out a low-level arcane missile, while the other hand began to outline spell runes in mid-air.

However, with a backhand sword, the swordsman directly smashed the arcane missile, but this person laughed lowly: "Kill me...... Do you think it is so easy to kill a silver-rank warrior in such a small and cramped environment?--Young Master Field, although you are a little unexpected by me, but your ignorance is still what I expected. ”

This person's words are by no means false, looking at the entire Holy Judgment Continent, bronze and black iron combat positions abound, but above silver, they are already absolute top figures, black iron to silver, for combat positions, it is definitely a qualitative leap, a threshold that can never be crossed by hard work, and it is definitely not a more diversified form of use of vindictiveness.

Ten bronze can kill a black iron powerhouse, but the existence of ten black iron ranks cannot be an opponent of a silver rank at all.

On the Holy Judgment Continent, the gap between the proportion of spellcasters and combat positions above the silver is actually not particularly large, although the former does not have the huge bottleneck of the silver on the black iron of the combat position, but it requires a huge reserve of time and knowledge;

Therefore, the words released by this person here are by no means arrogant.

However, although such a sentence is by no means a rhetoric, there is no doubt about the contempt of the current Duke for Moron, the last survivor of the Field family.

Mo Long didn't know the difference between black iron and silver, but he was a traverser whose soul was not very complete, and it was strange to know it in detail.

However, no matter how unclear Mo Long was not clear about this, what he understood was that today, even if this person was a legendary gold or even a legend, if he didn't die here, he would have to kill the other party, otherwise, the result would be no different from being killed here.

However, Ophelia's opinion is completely different from that of the silver swordsman, who is Mo Long? She is "clear", since she is "that existence", if she wants to clean up a small piece of silver, even if it is a seriously injured body, it may not be impossible to have her help.

This time, the first to do it was Moron.

There was a ruthlessness in the man's heart, as if he had returned to elementary school, when he was shooting people with bricks, he kicked the wall with his left foot, his body bounced up with his strength, and his right foot was on the body of the shield in front of him, so that the corpse that had already begun to be cold crashed into the person in front of him.

And Mo Long even used this strength to move forward, forcing the opponent's sword blade to leave the wall behind him, completely releasing his previous state of being nailed.

Then, the man stepped back directly, and "let" the blade that had passed through his shoulder directly and bloodily.

The intense pain made Mo Long more and more awake, and he retained a fierceness and determination in his consciousness, leaving his actions to the instinct of this body.

Therefore, the next moment, the retreating man stepped forward and ripped open the corpse that he used as a shield, and at the moment when the man behind him did not react at all, a steely punch had already smashed on the opposite door.

In an instant, blood splattered.

The power of Mo Long's punch was incredible, the man staggered back two steps after being beaten, but Mo Long had already taken this opportunity to move forward, snatched the sword from the opponent's hand, and directly pierced the opponent's chest.

And at this moment, Mo Long, who had finished off his opponent with one sword, didn't have time to take a breath at all, so he turned around and raised his arms like lightning......

A sound of gold and iron echoed in this gloomy alley.

At the last moment, Mo Long grabbed the silver swordsman's lightning-like sword.

And at this time, from the previous corridor, the last masked killer rushed out.

And Ophelia's first spell is finally ready to take shape at this moment.

Mo Long gritted his teeth—that guy...... The power coming from that guy's sword is simply incredible.

The silver swordsman missed a sword, changed his move in an instant, and in an instant, a terrifying sword storm formed in Mo Long's eyes.

However, what sounded in mid-air was a stronger sound of gold and iron, although in Mo Long's eyes, this piece of sword light was dazzling, but the man's instinctive reaction made him block the opponent's sword with a sword in an almost subconscious state.

And at last at a certain moment, after the swordsman had slashed his sword again, he retreated like lightning, without looking, and confidently backhanded the sword—it was Ophelia's spell that had finally arrived.

However, this confident guy made a backhand and realized that something was wrong.

Because the spell that he thought had been preparing for a long time wasn't an offensive spell?!

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