Chapter 4: The Witch Corpse (2)
Fang Ling was also surprised, even if Cylon didn't go out in person, he only sent one person, and listening to him, could it be that just relying on this one person could wipe out his entire army?
If it weren't for force, it would definitely be poison! Fang Ling was naturally willing to believe that it was the latter, if it was the former, then this black-robed man's cultivation would not know how high it was.
"Your Highness, I'll try his catties!" Lu Bei said in a deep voice.
"Be careful. Fang Ling bowed slightly, watching Lu Bei walk away.
Lu Bei walked with a war knife, exuding a pale golden talisman true qi all over his body, and under the light of the sun that had just emerged, it was one with the golden desert.
The black-robed man's gaze was unfathomable, and he didn't seem to feel the powerful momentum of the enemy at all, and he was still moving silently.
Lu Bei roared, and slashed the knife diagonally, and a cold flame-like brilliance slashed out along the blade, heading straight for the black-robed man.
However, the black-robed man didn't react at all, he still walked straight over, and the sword qi hit his chest without any suspense, making a crisp sound of gold and stone colliding, and the black-robed man's body shook slightly, and then continued to walk, only the robe was cut out of a large hole, revealing a piece of dark iron armor.
Fang Ling's brows frowned slightly, Song Ying'er and the others were also taken aback, Lu Bei's sword qi was so powerful, this black-robed man didn't have to resist, he took it hard, and it didn't seem to have any impact at all.
"Your Highness......" Song Ying'er couldn't help but whisper.
"Don't worry, let's see how Brother Lu deals with it first. Fang Ling knew that she wanted to use the silver needle to test it, so she couldn't help but wave her hand.
"I'll see how many knives you can take from me!" Lu Beida shouted, slashing with his knife, every time he slashed, a touch of knife qi shook out, and five or six sword qi in a row hit the body of the black-robed man, shaking the robe to pieces.
When the robe slipped down, revealing the whole body of the black-robed man, he was wearing an iron armor, and the only face that showed was almost the same as Cylon's, covered with skin and bones, and his eye sockets were so deep that he couldn't see the eyeballs, which was creepy.
His weapon was an S-shaped scimitar with a hilt in the middle, a curved blade sticking out from each end, and a fine iron chain extending from the hilt, wrapped around his arm, which could be thrown to injure the enemy.
The five or six sword qi just now left shallow marks on the armor, but it obviously did not cause any damage to Gertai.
Not only Fang Ling and the others were secretly surprised, but many shamans and wizards were also surprised, as if they didn't expect Geltai to be powerful.
Tylon looked at everyone's stunned expressions with satisfaction, and spat out a word in his mouth: "Kill!"
A green light flashed in Geltay's eyes, and he jumped sharply and rushed straight towards Lubei.
"It's a good time!" Lu Bei shouted, and smashed the knife that had accumulated strength fiercely, and Geldai stepped forward, not dodging or dodging, holding the knife to resist.
The two knives collided, and the majestic energy spread in all directions, like a hurricane attacking, blowing up a cloud of sand, whether it was Fang Ling and the others or the shamans, they all released their talisman true qi and dispersed the sand and dust that attacked.
Under the impact this time, Geldai did not retreat a bit, but Lu Bei was shocked and took half a step back, which shows how great the power of the opponent's knife is.