"What's the situation?" He Jinshui's eyes widened, and he looked at the sword in his hand incredulously, and even his mouth was about to fall to the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this point, there was a sense of mental bond between him and the sword, and even if he didn't use the metal control ability, he could control the swing of the sword as he wanted, as if the other party was part of his palm.

At this time, the situation is critical, his life is in danger, and there is no room for any more hesitation on the part of the otaku. He saw Vincent flying proudly beside him, and a large group of black dragons hovering in the air, and immediately pointed at each other with his hand, and said arrogantly: "Go and shoot them all down, move simply!"

As if it understood what he was saying, the magical sword let out a slight trembling sound and soared into the sky, swooping towards the black dragon group opposite. This time, the strength and power of the long sword shot were completely different from just now, he had previously swung the long sword in the air, using the gold control ability and the silver silk thread to control the opponent to attack, but on the cliff, he was difficult to bear, and the speed and strength of the long sword rush were naturally greatly reduced, and it was almost difficult to hurt a black dragon;

So in the blink of an eye, Garuda's sword pierced through all the black dragon's wings, allowing them to struggle and flutter in pain, kicking their claws wildly, howling with rage, and falling towards the cliff step by step.

He Jinshui didn't notice that the long sword seemed to carry its own will. It didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and although it pierced the wings of the opposite dragons, it did not harvest the lives of any of the black dragons. "You're the only one left, haha, take your life!" he cried out in a smug voice, pointing with his hand, and the long sword was like a cruise missile, and it rushed towards Vincent on the opposite side.

The other party seemed to be scared silly, and his eyes widened to see the sharp blade getting closer and closer to him like an arrow from the string, as if he had forgotten to dodge, and could only watch the tip of the sword getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to be pierced through the chest by the long sword. At this time, Excalibur seemed to have its own will, and avoided the opponent's chest around the bend, but only slid over from the side, leaving a mark on its wings that was not too deep.

I don't know if he was frightened or hurt, Vincent, who was originally extremely fierce at the beginning, suddenly closed his eyes and fell straight down the mountain. His strong body slammed into the rocks and bounced back, then fell heavily into the snow without being too seriously injured.

He turned around and found his companions, who had fallen to the ground one after another, almost uninjured except for the small holes in their wings. It would be more appropriate for them to fall down not so much as to be shot down.

"Are we going to fight again?" asked one of his companions, his eyes wide, involuntarily. "Hey, this ......" No one answered him, no one had the courage to answer, and the guys who were lucky enough to survive looked at each other with bitter faces, and they all lost the courage to fight again.

They are very arrogant, but that doesn't mean they're all stupid. Just now, between the lightning and flint, they didn't even see clearly what the long sword in each other's hands looked like, so they pierced the hard bodies one after another, and one after another made a big hole in the wings. This is like a myth, and the strength of the other party is simply unfathomable. Thinking about it carefully, it was extremely scary that the other party was obviously merciful, according to his terrifying strength, it was only a matter of minutes to cut off his head, and there was no need for more than that.

They looked left and right, and finally shifted their gaze to Vincent, waiting for the other to give orders. "Damn, why are you looking at me?" Vincent's fierce face concealed a cunning heart, he was not willing to fight again at all, but he was afraid that the old patriarch would blame him for his incompetence later. So he struggled to get up, pretending to be in a state of blood and fire, when suddenly he screamed out, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the snow and fainted.

"My acting skills are good, right?" He fell to the ground, quietly smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked around carefully, but he didn't expect the surrounding black dragons to come closer, and were concerned about checking his injuries, so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, to be seen by others.

But it was still late, and several black dragons pretended to be dizzy, and were about to scream, but they saw the other party shaking their heads, pretending to blink mysteriously. These guys suddenly came to their senses, and secretly said in their hearts, "High, really high!"

These adult black dragons are not fools, they know that they can't beat each other, even if they get close to the past, they will only deliver food, and if they retreat, they will be regarded as deserters, and even held accountable, so it is the best choice not to advance or retreat. Thinking of this, these black dragons all spurted blood in unison, and fell around Vincent like dominoes, refusing to get up.

They fell heavily to the ground, and some even pressed Vincent's feet, but the other party gritted his teeth and didn't dare to say anything, just thought fiercely in his heart: "You did it on purpose, I want you to look good when I go back!"

The old black dragon was still squinting his eyes before, proudly watching his team launch a tidal wave of attacks towards each other, and his mouth involuntarily muttered to a few little guys who had escaped back: "Look how they attacked, be smart!" The little guy also opened his eyes curiously to observe and learn, and nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice.

But at this moment, the old black dragon was taken aback, and saw that Vincent and his gang were hit by the strange long sword one after another under the condition of taking advantage of the situation, and crashed on the cliff one after another like downed fighters, stirring up snowflakes all over the ground. The smile condensed on his face, he trembled with fright, and exclaimed in his heart: "Don't get hurt, these excellent warriors are my hope to turn over the book, each one is a treasure!"

Then he saw a scandalous scene, in which the soldiers of the Guards, whom he regarded as treasures, lost the courage to attack, stood up and touched their heads, pretending to be confused and seriously injured, and then spat blood and fell to the ground.

"Hey!" he was so happy that he held back his anger and said, "What a Vincent, you have lost your face at home, you dare to lie to me!" His face was blue and his eyes were wide with anger, which suddenly frightened the surrounding black dragons, and the few young men who had gathered around him like curious babies all flapped their wings and avoided away.

No one dared to anger the patriarch in his wrath, never before, and the grass on the grave of the last person who dared to do so grew tall.

He Jinshui killed two groups of pursuers one after another, hummed a little song proudly, and continued to climb upward. He saw that the old black dragon on the opposite side, surrounded by a group of dragons, was glaring at him in mid-air not far away, but did not come closer. "I'm afraid, little sample!" he thought it was his bravery that had suppressed the other party, so he arrogantly waved his fist at them to show his strength, and then continued to move forward.

With no target to attack, Garuda retreated quietly, whirling around him, as if looking at the other party curiously, and as if watching for him.

"What a magical sword!" He Jinshui muttered to himself, then stretched out his palm and waved it at the other party, opened his mouth and said, "Hello wow!" Hey, this sword turned out to be like a life, as if he understood what he was saying, and actually nodded at him very politely.

"Good baby, good baby!" the otaku cried out happily, if it was on flat ground, I was afraid that he would have to turn over ten or eight somersaults before he could stop. What boy doesn't have heroic fantasies, and that hero doesn't like divine weapons? He slashed demons and demons all the way, and the hero can barely be counted, but the powerful divine weapon blade has nowhere to be found.

Xiao Shi can barely be regarded as half a divine soldier, but there is still a distance from the blade, it needs to grow with itself, and it is still far from its peak state. Now that he has finally obtained an ancient artifact, and he has a heart to heart, providing a better escort for future expeditions, how can he not be overjoyed.

He was in a good mood, but the old black dragon on the other side was not in a good mood, this guy roared and roared, gritted his teeth and watched the otaku shuttle to the top of the cliff, his huge body kept climbing and jumping, and he was about to slowly enter the clouds.

In the previous battle, Shearer also saw a magical blade in the opponent's hand, and in the blink of an eye, he shot down Vincent and them, and it was so fast that he didn't even see it clearly, which made him afraid to attack brazenly, and he was always looking for the best time to attack.

He opened his eyes wide, observing the movement on the other side, while mentally estimating the time, waiting for Mendieta and the others he had sent out earlier to kill from the opposite side, and then close the siege in one fell swoop. He waited and waited, and only after seeing that the Iron Giant's body was almost completely submerged in the clouds, did he hear the roar of the dragon clan from the opposite side.

"Haha, they've already handed it over!" The old black dragon was overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "The whole army assaults, shoot that kid down from the cliff, life or death, rush!" Under his encouragement, all the black dragons were excited, flapping their wings vigorously and rushing over in groups as fast as they could, and disappeared into the clouds in a blink of an eye. Shearer looked around and found that all the black dragons had flown over, and then he said to himself in his heart: "Let them go over and fight for a while, I will observe carefully in the back, and give that kid a hard blow, hum!"

Thinking of this, he flew in the air slowly, slowly following through the clouds towards the edge of the cliff. Thinking that even if the other party occupies the advantage of the divine soldier, how can he and his own people have to fight for thirty or fifty rounds to determine the victory or defeat, as long as he plays a trick at the right time, he will definitely be able to subdue that kid defenselessly.

Hahaha, he opened his mouth and laughed heartily without grace, as if he had seen the other party being torn to shreds under his claws. When the clouds gradually dissipated in front of him, he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly, and was immediately taken aback, and his mouth was dripping with saliva, but he forgot to wipe it.

It was quiet on the other side, and no movement could be heard except for the sound of the wind. Because the war between the dragon warriors and the otaku has ended, all the black dragons who participated in this pursuit, his personal guards, volunteers, and even Carter's little guys, without exception, were all knocked off the cliff and planted on the snow to form a thick hill.

Each black dragon had a small hole in its wings that was faintly visible to the naked eye, apparently falling from the sky after being pierced through the wings by that magical long sword. Thankfully, when they fell into the snow, they were only injured in a variety of minor and severe falls, and none of them were life-threatening. The most seriously injured was actually his own guard Vincent, who had been secretly playing tricks before, pretending to pass out and not moving to the ground. As a result, after the dragon group fell, he was cushioned to the bottom of Roshan, and all the huge force of Qianjun pressed on his body, and he suddenly rolled his eyes, turning from a fake faint to a real faint.

The vitality of the dragons is extremely strong, and the wounds on their wings should be able to heal quickly, but unfortunately, in a very short time, they lost the ability to fly and could not intercept each other again.

"Can't go up, can't go up?" the old black dragon squeezed his eyebrows together, unable to make up his mind in his heart. Although his martial arts are stronger than ordinary black dragons, they are far from reaching the height of being able to single-handedly take on dragons like the other party. Not only that, but the strange long sword in the other party's hand made him feel even more frightened. The sword was not only indestructible, but also so fast that his soldiers could barely see a shadow, and several small holes were pierced in their bodies. This terrifying discovery made the old black dragon feel a little desperate, and his heart sank to the bottom of the lake, watching the otaku go all the way up, and soon he would climb to the top of the mountain.

"No, I must not let him go up, how can I let him disturb the dead dragon ancestors again!" Shearer gritted his teeth and trembled, swearing in his heart. His courage and determination seemed to awaken the strength in his body, and he suddenly felt extremely relieved and his mind became much more flexible.

"If I can't fight the enemy, of course I have to outwit it!" The old black dragon's eye beads turned, and he immediately had an idea. He flapped his wings gently, not making a sound, just staying far behind the otaku, maintaining a hundred and ten meters away from him. The metal giant climbed hard with both hands, his ears were full of whistling winds, the black clouds under his feet were like ink, and the visibility was extremely poor, so he naturally did not notice the existence of the other party, which brought an opportunity for the latter's sneak attack.

When He Jinshui was still a few steps away from the top of the mountain, the surrounding terrain had changed significantly, the angle between the mountain and the ground was already less than 90 degrees, and his legs hung in the air without strength, so he could only pierce the rock wall with his palms, and crossed his hands to launch the final sprint.

"It's now!" Shearer saw that he couldn't miss the opportunity, and immediately flapped his wings and flew a distance of a hundred meters, his claws with the sound of a violent wind, desperately grabbing towards the opponent's vest. And the other party has not noticed him, and is struggling upwards with his last strength, and is about to be caught off the cliff by him, falling to pieces! )