It was the familiar power that overflowed his whole body, making Han Tuo feel that he could do many things.

The crisis in front of him was not solved, even though his physical ability was increased several times, Han Tuo and Anya were still kicked out together. This kick was like a steel hammer, and if it weren't for Han Tuo's use of the flow of muscles throughout his body to digest the force of the attack, he would have been killed by a single blow.

Han Tuo hugged Anya, and the vital point protecting her was kicked out, rubbing the ground and raising a line of dust along the way.

However, even if he blocked it, Han Tuo's arm was still numb when he stood up, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

Anya beside her clenched her teeth and stood up, her right arm hanging weakly to the side, and she had lost the strength to hold the sword. The Wind Cube's unimaginably powerful blow not only dislocated her wrist bone, but even removed several joints of her right arm, but the strength of being a swordsman did not allow her to show weakness at this time, so she still stood stubbornly and upright with [Jin Xia], showing her determination to swear to fight to the end.

His too stubborn expression made Han Tuo's nose sour.

The Wind Demon hadn't let go of the kicking leg yet, but the gray figure had already rushed in. He followed the Wind Demon's body like a ghost attached to it, and Ewell stabbed his dagger in this situation, and due to inertia, the Wind Demon found that he couldn't even dodge.

The dagger stabbed the Wind Demon in the neck, and this time it was undoubtedly successful.

Being able to make an attack hit with a wind demon that prides itself on its speed is like hitting the jackpot in a gambling game.

But it didn't work.

The scale armor that covered the Wind Demon's body was as tight as a warrior's helmet, and it was harder than Evel had imagined.

Because the black dagger he was using carried his harsh childhood memories, even though Evel later became a leader of the national assassination force [Shadow], he still did not replace his own weapon that had placed too many things.

All along, the gap caused by weapons in the execution of tasks has been made up by their own high force.

That being said, the Black Dagger is also a [Steel] level treasure, and most missions do not reach the level of "insufficient level" of weapons.

However, in the process of attacking the Wind Demon, the insufficient level of the weapon was clearly exposed.

The [Steel] grade dagger slashed at the Wind Demon's neck, only shaving off part of his scale armor, but did not cause substantial damage to his body.

Evel snorted irritably, and was about to launch a continuous attack, only to find that the leg kicked out by the Wind Demon had already folded back, and tried to hit Evel head-on in the form of a heel.

Ewell rolled over and dodged the Wind Demon's kick. With the smallest movements, the Wind Demon's most dangerous weapon can graze his body, which is originally the most correct and clever way to avoid martial arts.

The strong wind pressure made Ewell almost fall, and before it could stabilize, another whip leg from the wind demon turned into an afterimage and had already attacked, and he was about to be hit.

"Stop!" shouted Han Tuo.

The [White Feather] in his hand came out of his hand after Han Tuo turned around twice to accumulate strength, and shot straight out like an arrow. The target was not the vicious Wind Demon, but Evel, who was standing there shaking and about to be attacked.

[Killing the Dragon, Meteor Chasing the Moon], a rare one-handed throwing technique among the swordsmanship taught by the Einzbel family, has a piercing-like penetration after using the technique, and is generally only used as an emergency, otherwise the swordsman will not throw the sword he relies on wholeheartedly.

But now Han Tuo seems to have this "ally" whom he has never known more important than preserving his own separate combat power.

The battle of the large army behind Han Tuo began to show a decline on his side at the beginning, after all, his own side can be worth more than a hundred people, and he has to divide the manpower to gather the unconscious companions together for protection, and the rest of the manpower to deal with the elite demon troops in front of him, including the demon [noble] level, which easily exceeds three hundred, and the rout is a matter of course.

After fighting and retreating, he is already about to retreat to the battlefield here.

The eyes of the two intersected for a moment, and they understood each other's thoughts from the deepest part of their minds reflected in each other's pupils, and nodded lightly in understanding.

The wind demon's whip leg had already begun to slash head-on, and Ewell did not look over there, but was judging the trajectory of [White Feather] flying extremely fast in the air, and at a certain moment, Evel blocked the black dagger in front of him, and [White Feather] accurately hit the blade of the black dagger, and made Ewell bounce out with the reaction force. Kankan dodged the Wind Demon's whip leg attack.

The area seemed to be swept by a huge fan, and suddenly the dust and rocks flew up, and the three of them were all amazed, and they were all shocked by its unconventional strength.

After the strenuous exercise, the three of them all had violent gasps, and they all had large and small wounds on their bodies, and even Ewell was slightly cut by the wind pressure in the process of dodging.

Even if this continues, the strength of the three of them may not be able to defeat the Wind Demon.

The strength of the wind demon is too unconventional, and he can still maintain a symmetrical breath after a pair of threes, and he did not pursue after that, but just sneered and looked at the three of them, looking at the oppressive demon line.

Except for a small accident, everything after that was still as General Feng thought, these people were already the turtles in his urn.

So instead of continuing to pursue the trio, he looked at everything in front of him with a sarcastic and cruel smile. Watching hopeful people fall into a desperate situation step by step, and finally degenerate into begging for mercy is one of his hobbies.

The tide of battle is already as chaotic as a swamp.

Anya stuck [Jin Xia] on the ground, covered the dislocated arm that was still trembling slightly, looked back, and saw the people she knew fighting bloodily, and those familiar faces were dying with despair step by step. Although those junior sisters were so frightened that they cried, they still insisted on standing in front of them without flinching; although those senior brothers were usually a little annoying, they also gritted their teeth and persisted in front of the weak students at this time.

These are all his own [Nolan Dojo], the elite efforts cultivated in his own family.

There are also those gray people who came from nowhere, gambling on the dignity of human beings and accompanying their own people into this mortal killing situation.

This group of people is trying their best to protect the incapacitated and incapacitated people behind them, and although the fighting situation is not optimistic, and there are fewer and fewer people who can fight, there is a miraculous not a single casualty.

It's a group of people who don't hesitate to sacrifice themselves for their comrades.

How can such people be lost here like this?! They should all have their own bright future and a perfect life. It shouldn't just be a pile of dry bones here.

They must be saved. Save them no matter what.

Anya bit her lip tightly. In an instant, this kind, cheerful and off-line girl made a certain decision.