Fei's tone was a little too frivolous, everyone could see his hypocrisy, and fell into silence, if she could make her own decisions, she wouldn't care about any secrets. In order to enhance her own strength and complete a legend, Anassita infiltrated the mercenary kingdom without telling the other elders, and as a result, all plans were ruined, and she herself was hit hard, these days, the Divine Glory Mark has been tormenting her every moment, making her taste what it is like to be in pain, and An Fei is the culprit who makes her miserable! It's a pity that hatred is hate, but she can't really do anything, in order to appease the anger of the other elders, she automatically asks Ying to preside over the siege, and the most important task is to capture the living An Fei.

"Do you want me to shoot the first shot?" An Fei's gaze swept over Buzureano and the undead knight, the two of them were still facing each other, still showing no signs of moving, An Fei couldn't help but shake his head: "Let's start!"

Daguan knife drew a light trajectory in the air, and the same light and agile figure of An Fei, compared with the fierce Buzureano, An Fei was as elegant as the milk swallow that walked through, and with a light tap on the ground with his toes, his body could slide out seven or eight meters away, only a few flashes, he had already rushed to the front of the group of zombies, and then his body jumped up in mid-air, and with one move, he slashed Huashan, and Daguan knife slashed at the head of a dark knight with an unstoppable momentum.

An Fei is a person who is used to disguising himself, even if he has no time and energy to think, he will subconsciously create an illusion, which is very relaxed on the surface, and even has a bit of a joke, but this does not mean that he is really relaxed. At this point, Amphi had already spurred all of his potential, and he didn't know why Slanbergé insisted on moving forward. I don't know if they have a backhand. And it's useless to think about it anymore. Although he hated that he was not qualified to lay out, so that he had to pin all his hopes on others, the only thing he could do now was to stall for time. Protect everyone until Slanbergé plays his hole cards.

The inner breath was running through An Fei's body at an unprecedented speed, and beneath his relaxed exterior was a terrifying power, and his eyes had lost all emotion, and all that was left was stillness, boundless stillness.

The Dark Knight still had a fighting instinct, and raised his knight's spear with both hands to block An Fei's slash. There was a sound of weapons colliding in the air, and the dark knight's body was shorter, but the Daguan knife in An Fei's hand flicked out.

The seemingly fierce sword is just an illusion, and An Fei knows himself better than anyone else, and will never do anything to promote his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

At the same time as the Daguan knife bounced up, An Fei stepped out and stepped on the dark knight's forehead, making the sound of tooth fractures ringing. The seemingly light kick actually deformed the Dark Knight's head, and then An Fei flipped it backwards with the help of a long knife, sweeping it towards the Dark Knight's armpit.

The Dark Knight was still in the upper block. An Fei's long knife had already sliced into his body, and he had slashed his whole body off his horse.

Another Dark Knight urged his horse to rush over. Without waiting for An Fei to land, he stabbed An Fei in the shoulder.

Looking at the opponent's spear momentum, An Fei understood something, the Daguan knife in his hand knocked outward, and his body flew backwards with the help of force, the dark knight's knight spear tilted outward, and then continued to rush forward, and the knight spear stabbed An Fei's shoulder again.

An Fei had just landed on his feet, his body had fallen backwards, the hilt of the knife was on the ground, he stabilized the fall and let the spear edge, and then the Daguan knife swung out like lightning, slashing the leg of the bone horse, and when the dark knight rushed past An Fei, his body was suddenly a lot shorter. The four legs of the bone horse had all been severed, and the normal horse had already lay down, but the bone horse still struggled to try to walk on the ground, but the dark knight's legs were dragged on the ground, and the speed of this crawling can be imagined.

An Fei strained his waist and straightened his body upward, then jumped out, jumped in the air and spun around for half a circle, the Daguan knife in his hand roaring and slashing at the dark knight's back and neck.

The Dark Knight barely swung his spear back, but he couldn't block the angle of An Fei's attack at all, and with a thud, the Dark Knight's head had already flown up, rolling down into the grass, and sticky black blood flowed from the cut in his neck, and the contaminated grass quickly became wilted.

Buzureano's eyes lit up, and as soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was any, he could see that An Fei had reached the point of perfection in the use of power, and he had knocked down two dark knights in an instant, and he didn't need to worry about An Fei anymore.

The remaining three dark knights rushed towards An Fei together, one riding in the lead, two horses behind, and then a triangular charge, and this time the knight guns in their hands pointed at An Fei's vital point from afar.

......The dark knight who was confronting Buzureano finally launched an attack, compared to his kind, his speed of sprinting was much slower, and the knight's spear in his hand was also shrunk behind him, until he was seven or eight meters away from Buzureano, he suddenly launched, and the dark blue ghost horse that sat down drew a blue afterimage, and the knight's spear went straight to Buzureano's chest with a fierce momentum.

Buzureano let out a roar of rage, and the huge bear paw swept across the knight's spear, although the necromantic knight's attack was very fierce, but Buzureano, who had turned into a giant bear, had extremely strong strength, and the knight's spear was almost lost to him

The next moment, Buzureano's left palm fell on the ghost horse's brain, and the head and neck of the ghost horse turned into countless pieces, and the blue flames flew in all directions.

Buzureano didn't expect his attack to have such an effect, but he didn't have time to think about it during the engagement, and when the undead knight's body just began to fall forward, his right palm had already slapped the undead knight's body, this time the attack was easier, and the upper body of the undead knight folded backwards like a broken bamboo branch.

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Buzureano suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and the only half-body ghost horse and the broken undead knight turned into smoke at the same time, and then another knight's spear stabbed at him.

When Buzzuriano realized that something was wrong, the knight's spear was less than a meter away from him, and he only had time to wave his left palm in front of him. At the same time, he also guessed the origin of this knight. Two hundred years ago, the Shadow Knights!

Just before the impact was about to happen, the undead knight's wrist sank slightly, and the knight's spear pierced through Buzureano's bear paw. Stabbed at Buzureano's chest, Buzureano was not slow to react, and his left palm was sent forward, slapping the body of the undead knight, completely desperate.

With a thud, the knight's spear stabbed Buzureano in the chest. Dozens of cracks appeared in the silver-white beast Kai, and a hole had been pierced in the center of the rift, and blood flowed out of it, and the body that turned into a bear land Buzureano couldn't help but take a few steps back before barely stabilizing his body.

The undead knight was even worse, although it was Buzureano who took the attack first, but the mountain-like giant bear was already close to five meters long, and the bear's paw was not much shorter than the knight's spear. And the undead knight was still rushing forward, and he was scratched a little bit by the bear's paw, which was very serious. The dark red armor had been torn out with several deep and long cuts, and the heart guards on it had already turned into countless fragments. Buzureano's paws stretched out almost as thick as the undead knight's waist, and the pointed armor on the paws was ten centimeters long. As a weapon that druids rely on in hand-to-hand combat, the pointed armor on the bear's paw is as terrifying as the long sword in the hands of the great swordsman, and can easily tear through most of the armor in the world.

And the upper half of the ghost horse's body disappeared again, and the blue flames burst out from the neck, with a kind of demonic beauty.

If knights and swordsmen become necromantic creatures after death, their fighting energy will be transformed into dead energy, of course, there is a lot of consumption in it, and how much it can be transformed depends on the length of time they have been dead and the magic control of the dominant necromancer. Although Anassita is one of the elders of the necromancer, there is no need to doubt her magical control, but the shadow knight has been dead for too long, compared to the shadow knight in his heyday, the current undead knight has at most half the strength, otherwise his body would not be torn apart so easily, and Buzureano's injuries would be much more serious.

Buzureano let out a heavy gasp, his body staggered forward step by step, the wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, unlike swordsmen and knights, the druids had a strong ability to heal themselves, which was also the advantage of the location, if he fought in the corrosive mist, such an injury was enough to take Buzureano's life, but in this natural meadow, his wound had begun to heal.

However, the undead knight's self-healing ability was obviously more powerful than that of Buzureano, the dark red armor wriggled like a living thing, and the torn wound shrank at a speed that could be detected by the naked eye, and what was even more strange was that the headless ghost horse was stepping back with an unfast and slow pace, without the slightest awareness that it should be planted on the ground, until it retreated to the edge of the corrosive mist, and in the blue flames, a new horse's head came out of its neck, and shook it, I don't know whether it was smug or laughing at something.