Armand undoubtedly inflicted great damage on the Char.

For a warrior, losing one end of a limb can drastically reduce one's combat power. Even if you use a one-handed weapon, after losing your palm, you will make many mistakes due to discomfort. What's more, the Shar in front of him is using a two-handed knife, and after missing a hand, can he still operate as flexibly as before?

But the smile on Yun Fan's face suddenly faded, and turned into cold, he did not relax at all, but his heart sank suddenly.

The worst happened.

This blow, I didn't take advantage of it.

There was a sharp and fine pain from the laceration on his back, and Yun Fan could faintly feel the jet-black light extending from the back of his head.

The light was covering the wound, it seemed to have extreme aggressiveness, constantly expanding and spreading, the super healing power of the blood clan could not take effect at this moment, the blood flow gushed out of the body uncontrollably, and Yun Fan already had a slight sense of detachment.

"Is that what the 'door' does?"

"It's not good..."

He touched the "door" behind him with his fingers, and his fingers went deep into it, but he couldn't reach the end.

At this rate of bleeding, the young Armand would be destined to die soon.

The filament is still in the readbar cooling state.

Shar stepped back, his shriveled lips squirming, his wrinkled face smiling.

The current situation is simply a reproduction of the scene of Armand's previous battle with the spider demon.

It's just that this time, the one who will be consumed to death is the Blood Prince.

But it doesn't matter.

Shaking his head, getting rid of the dizziness in his mind, Yun Fan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already staring at Sha'er, who wanted to avoid a fight.

At such an existential juncture, the madness and tyranny in Armand's bones poured into his limbs.

In a nutshell

It's up.

The souls of strangers have become calmer.

There is a paradoxical fusion between the two.

......

The oracle wondered what the mad swordsman would do next.

Tick was so anxious that it cut off the head of the winner of another dueling arena, and then turned its gaze in Armand's direction again.

His Excellency's emaciated body was swaying, as if it would fall in the next second.

Tik was even more anxious, he didn't know when such a battle would be a head. Now, it desperately wanted to rush to the prince's aid and could only be trapped here.

Sharp teeth bit blood out of his mouth, and Tik clenched his fists, his nails cracking

Flesh and blood.

However...

In the next second, Armand, who had been still in place for a moment, suddenly leaned over and rushed forward.

Tik's breath was stagnant.

Your Excellency, the prince is going to be,

Fighting for your life?

Such a resolute expression and gesture had been seen by countless blood clan compatriots.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Swinging his sword like a rain, Armand and Shar entangled in a grappling. The blade unleashed a deadly thrust in succession, but Shar only relied on his dexterity to move from side to side, swinging his sword only when necessary. For a time, the battle was at a fever pitch.

This is the last chance for this despicable heretic.

After flicking Armand's blade one more time, Shar slid his feet, taking the opportunity to retreat a large chunk of distance.

He smiled, as if he had decided that he would be the winner.

For no other reason, although he was injured himself, the heretic on the other side was obviously more seriously injured. His only disadvantage at the moment is that he has lost a palm and is not as agile as he used to be with the long knife, but he just needs to avoid its edge and wait for his opponent to bleed to death.

Forcibly overdrawing the flesh for high-intensity combat, this heresy will only reach the endgame sooner.

Even though Shahr is in a state of insanity, he has to admit that his fighting consciousness and logic are still quite terrifying.

This deranged old cultist fights entirely on the instincts of the flesh!

But it just so happens that the current Armand is no different.

Yun Fan completely handed over the dominance of his body to the soul of the mad swordsman.

And he himself just stared coldly at the scene in front of him, calculating how long the broken body of the Blood Prince could last.

and

Look for flaws!

Finally, after Shar escaped from the stranger's entanglement again, his torso was covered with wounds large and small.

Airplanes!

Exiting Yun Fan's attack range, the purple-black light unfolded again, engulfing Shaal's elbow, the blow still as fast as thunder.

Shar didn't want to take another chance, but there was no way, if the heretic could fight for a few rounds in such a state of excitement, he would eventually fall.

But it was at this time...

"Hee-hee!" Armand's face suddenly showed a twisted madness, and he spat foul language and shouted, "You stupid heretic! The bishop is not an apostate!"

"You've been deceived by him! You don't know the truth!"

The stranger let out a harsh sneer.

What?

There was a slight stagnation in Shaal's original smooth slash.

But in the next second, he immediately reacted that this was nothing more than the crazy words of a dying heretic trying to stall for time!

The other end of the portal unfolded at the stranger's side, and the long knife was pointed at Armand's sword-wielding right arm.

But almost in the blink of an eye, taking advantage of the distraction just now, the stranger had already turned around, and his back, which had not yet fully turned, was aimed at the portal at an oblique angle.

Gaba!

Yun Fan pressed his shoulder, only to hear a crisp sound, and he removed the joint of his right arm.

Then, Armand's arm stabbed backwards behind him!

The attack of the two arrived at the same time.

Poof!

The cold light of the rapier pierced through the portal in reverse, poking out from the edge of Shar's elbow and stabbing straight into his throat, sending out a splattery of blood.

And Shar's slash did indeed fall on Armand's back, but after passing through a portal, most of the sharpest blade of the long knife actually sank into the portal behind Armand again.

The last thing left on Armand was the scar from the duller part of the blade.

In the last moments of Shar's life, he felt the long knife fall into another boundless hole after passing through the "door". Noticing that something was wrong, he tried to pull out his arm, but then, his vision turned black.

Shar regretted it.

If, be more cautious yourself.

It's a pity that there is no if...

The portal disappears when Shar falls to the ground.

The stranger was half-kneeling, his red eyes wide open, barely supporting his body with the blade of his sword. At this moment, he completely turned into a bloody man.

Although the "door" that has torn the wound is gone, the wound caused by it cannot be easily healed. After all, Armand didn't have innate blood magic, so its healing power was inferior to that of ordinary bloods.

Now, he's just the end of the crossbow!

The throat rolled, and a fatal hunger and thirst came from the shriveled stomach pouch.

Armand needs to replenish blood, a lot of blood!

Just when it was almost losing its mind...

"Mad Swordsman, you really are—"

"That's great."

Summoning a portal, the oracle pulls Armand in front of him.