An old voice came from another black cloak beside him: "My sense should be right, ma'am." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Just make sure it's right, then let's go into the swamp, this is the realm of the battle mage, and the battle mage should be looking for that person, so every second we stay will increase our danger. Let's do it quickly. The woman in the lead whispered, then she turned her head and looked at the other two black cloaks behind her, and said, "Both, it's all right."

Among the two black cloaks in the back, one of them was visibly tall and said, "Of course, don't worry. "Listening to the voice is a young male.

Another person with a smaller stature said, "The young master is fine, I will be fine." The voice is a soft and weak girl's feeling.

The hat on the woman's head moved, and she probably nodded, then took a breath and said steadily, "All right, let's go into the swamp." ”

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Although it is located within the territory of the Fighting Dynasty, this swamp that has been rarely visited for a long time is destined to be unpeaceful today.

A giant crocodile that usually dominates the swamp felt an unusual aura, it was an extremely dangerous smell, and this giant crocodile that would not back down when it met the occasional bear king who came out of the forest, honestly retracted its body deep into the nest, and did not dare to come out at all.

Shortly after he retracted into his nest, three figures swept over the swamp almost one after the other.

The breath of the first figure was vague, the second figure was hidden, and the third figure was undisguised and domineering, so frightened that the giant crocodile in the nest trembled, like a frightened kitten.

"How long are these two madmen going to chase you?" Caesar took the time to glance back as he manipulated the piercing intent and broke through the air in front of him, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

The mastiff was chasing with great momentum and was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, which put Caesar under a lot of pressure.

Isn't it true that he can't be faster, but he can get rid of the other party faster?

And what made Caesar even more jealous was the delicate-looking and indifferent girl who hung behind not far away. Barbara's momentum is far less flamboyant and high-profile than that of the mastiff, but the actual pressure on Caesar is almost twice as great as that of the mastiff!

"Damn, why the hell are you chasing me?" Caesar frowned.

Although the two sides had not yet spoken, Caesar instinctively knew that the two men were coming for him, but why? What did it have to do with the fact that he lost his memory?

Such an opportunity, which was slightly distracted, was immediately seized by the mastiff.

The mastiff's speed was already fast, but at this moment, it suddenly moved forward, and when it should not be able to continue to accelerate, it accelerated again, and swept past Barbara in one fell swoop.

There was still a distance of ten meters from Caesar's back, and the mastiff broke off and threw a punch in the air.

This punch is a physical technique, a complete physical technique, without the slightest spell mixed in.

But the power of this punch is even more strange and varied than the spell - the invisible fist chased Caesar behind like an arrow, but did not really hit Caesar's body, but divided left and right, circled in front of Caesar, and then reunited.

In the end, the combined fist power did not hit Caesar at all, but exploded the air in front of Caesar with a blow!

The air, which had been separated from the left and right and gave Caesar almost no resistance, was suddenly chaotic like boiling water, and the resistance to Caesar suddenly increased.

Seeing through the reason for Caesar's low level and fast speed, and making targeted moves to intercept Caesar, this is the real purpose of Mastiff's punch.

This person is definitely a master of individual arts! After the fist smashed into the air, it did not dissipate, but was hidden in the chaotic air turbulence.

As long as Caesar dared to continue and forcibly split the air flow again, he would be attacked by the wisp of fist that remained and waited for the opportunity to move.

"Fist psychic?" Caesar blurted out, and he didn't know why the word popped out of his head so naturally.

This is a description of the physical attainments and realm of the battle mage, in short, it means that after the physical power leaves the body, it can still be condensed and not dispersed, like an arm, as if it has a separate life and soul.

Caesar walked sideways, stopped his steps, and did not break through.

His original high speed came from low resistance, not power, so it was not difficult to stop abruptly, and it was easy to change direction and accelerate again.

Caesar twisted his body slightly, intending to bypass the air turbulence and fist trap in front of him, and the sequence of stops, turns, and restarts was simply breathtaking.

In the final analysis, it was because Caesar was not happy, or not fast in the traditional sense of power, that he was able to do all this without changing his face.

But at this moment, Caesar's face changed suddenly, and he forcibly retracted the steps he had taken.

Barbara, who had already been overtaken by the mastiff, had already appeared on the route Caesar had chosen again.

The delicate girl's face was as cold as a lifeless puppet, and the middle finger of her right index finger merged like a sword and a sword, and she was aimed diagonally at Caesar.

Just now, as long as Caesar stopped a little slower, he would take the initiative to send it, and be pierced by the inconspicuous wisp of energy on the tip of his finger, but the actual density was super high!

There is a turbulent flow of energy in front of him, and the figure of the mastiff is rapidly approaching, and in front of him is the girl of death who stands quietly like a moth waiting for a moth to put out the fire, and in the blink of an eye, Caesar has fallen into a desperate situation of mortality.

I don't know why, at this moment, Caesar's heart actually swelled up with a familiar feeling.

This super high pace of battle, this oppressive force that makes it difficult to breathe, this kind of duel that can be doomed if you are distracted, this kind of ...... The feeling of fighting with battle mages!

"Appeal ......"

Caesar exhaled a long breath gently, straightened his waist, raised his eyebrows, and even raised a smile of excitement at the corners of his mouth.

Then he stood still, neither forward nor backward, neither left nor right, but pointed at the same point like a sword, condensing the fingertips of a wisp of the purest piercing rule, pointing to finger, and meeting Barbara's fingers head-on.

Rules and energy, collide fiercely!

Caesar shook his body and then ejected backwards like a cannonball, and he brushed past the mastiff that caught up, eventually flipping in mid-air and barely landing on his feet.

"Ahem!" Caesar's face turned red, and he couldn't hold back, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"Good boy!" the mastiff snorted, and immediately looked back at Caesar as soon as he landed, his eyes a little surprised, but more of a fierce gaze, like a wild beast staring at its prey.

"This kid is really wrong, his level and energy are almost none, but he has such combat power, and he forcibly punched me in the air just now. Looking at it this way, he really has the legendary rules......?"

The mastiff looked back at Barbara and spoke, but suddenly he couldn't speak, and his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.

After the fingertips touched, Barbara, who was still standing in place, was staring down at her fingers and palms.

She looked as usual, and her fingers were as white and beautiful as peeling onions, but at this moment, Barbara's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and her fingers were in front of her own eyes, rushing out countless thin bloodshots, as if countless sharp forces as small as needles burst out from within, destroying her two fingers to a thousand holes!

There was a hint of pain on Barbara's little face, but it was more serious and dignified.

She looked at the bloodied fingers, as if they were not her own, and finally she raised her head, looked at Caesar opposite, and said, "The level and energy are not similar to mine, but they can hurt me like this in a single encounter...... Now, it's time to be sure: you're the target. (To be continued.) )