This black technology 'missile' that came out of the hands of the turban monk is not very powerful.

A full explosion would have blown up a flame more than two meters in diameter.

However, the power of disorderly spread around cannot be compared to the power of being surrounded by the protective shield of the [Quinn Law Seal].

The [Quinn Law Seal] in Lan's left hand blocked most of the power diffusion, leaving only a diffusion angle close to ninety degrees.

This is the limit of what Mentos estimates [Quinn Faji] can bear.

The fireball, which exploded two or three meters in diameter, was gathered together, and what was scattered was a whole cone-shaped flame jet!

"Boom !!"

The surging waves of flames rushed past the corners of Reed's clothes.

The thin old man did not feel the slightest sense of surprise or panic, on the contrary, the flame seemed to make him feel that this fight was even more interesting.

"Haha! It's really lively! ”

[Sword Master] only felt that the fire wave was lively, but many monks and chaotic waves who were just enveloped in it by the cone-shaped jet broke out into a terrifying scream just in the moment when the flames hit him.

"Uh-huh!"

"Yike!!!"

The heat of the flames melted their skin, sticking wet to the remains of their clothing.

The wetting sensation wasn't water, but tissue fluid oozing from their broken skin.

After the wave of fire, even if a fresh breeze blows, it is the equivalent of a steel knife cutting meat to their skin.

And Lan En threw the alchemy bomb in mid-air with his right hand, and the lead was just burned out at this time.

There was a soft "bang".

The sound wasn't bursting, but the light that erupted from it was eye-catching.

Alchemy Bomb - [Dancing Star]. Magic Shock Bomb.

Because the three of them were fighting back to back, instead a group of besieging them were facing them.

So Lan En, the [Dancing Star], didn't have any scruples at all.

The specially adjusted, eye-piercing light poured out, and even the turbaned monk standing on the high place burst into tears and couldn't open his eyelids.

Lan En's left hand gently hooked his fingers, and there was a "click" sound from inside the arm armor.

Without delay, three slight bursts of the air in a row, and the supersonic projectile hit the three turban monks in the high places.

Their bodies resemble rag dolls, and they are carried by projectiles from the bottom up to fly a little half a meter high. Then he fell crookedly.

The most dangerous and annoying remote demoman, all cleared!

If you only look at his swordsmanship and swordsmanship, you think that he is a pure samurai, then you really think that the profession of demon hunter is too simple.

French seals, bombs, potions, ranged. When Lan En decided to kill all the monks in Xianfeng Temple, all these things were placed in a place where they could be used at any time.

This is not a mutually agreed, measured swordsmanship.

I'm in. Hunt monsters!

With a few "rubbing" sounds, behind Lan En, Wei Ming Yixin was not shocked by this magic version of the shock bomb for half a second.

His blade was unhesitating and crisp, and the few remaining marksmans had their throats slit.

The only one left was unloaded with one hand and stabbed in the chest with a backhand.

He snorted coldly under the tengu mask, presumably because the opponent couldn't even keep his own weapon, and in Reina's eyes, he deserved to die.

The rest of the miscellaneous soldiers were killed by old Robert, who had maintained a berserk from beginning to end.

The miscellaneous soldiers who lost their vision after the explosion of [Dancing Star] did not even have the advantage of being flexible in flashing and moving.

Old Robert's greatsword and strength couldn't be more suitable for cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers.

The battlefield, where swords were screaming and screaming and killing, gradually fell silent.

The wounded were being mended one by one, so that even the weak wails became less and less.

Later, there was only the sound of boots stomping on the bloody mud floor, and the sound of human hands and feet stepping over corpses.

This clearing was specially selected as a terrain for siege, and it is said that it is empty.

But the corpses of nearly 100 people are piled up, and it is still difficult to find a place to put your feet.

Although the blinding effect of [Dancing Star] was only for more than ten seconds, it still made these people lose even the last chance to escape.

The killing efficiency of the three people can be seen.

The blood of the people flowed like a stream, and the blood-red maple leaves fell from the trees and slowly drifted away on the blood stream.

"Ha, I really exercised my muscles and bones."

Ashina was a little panting, but his posture was still straight, which was the result of his long-term practice of [Torso Breath].

"Well, with this battle alone, I feel like I can live three more days!"

Lan En carried the knife and stabbed it into the heart of a badly burned monk at his feet, and then pulled it out neatly.

His words were as cold as his sword.

"It's a delusion, Ichishin-a-sama. An old man of your age is only left with consumption, how can he increase his lifespan? ”

"Still listen to me, I'm done today, go back and find a pharmacist with a level to take care of. Maybe a few more years to live. ”

The two are already acquaintances, and they appreciate each other in swordsmanship, and jokes can already be said naturally.

The thin old man smiled and didn't continue to argue with Lan En.

Ignoring the outfit, it seems to be an ordinary old man with a peaceful personality, and he can't see the appearance of raising up and killing people just now.

Heavy steel boots hit the ground and walked straight away.

Old Robert was back in this lifeless state after the battle.

No, that's not accurate. Because all three knew that the battle was far from over.

"You ninja, it's been a long time since I've heard from you. Fled? Killed? ”

Reeda adjusted his slightly panting breath and asked Lan En as he walked.

The Witcher's knife had already popped out of a lot of gaps, and it looked like a pothole.

Human flesh is a difficult thing to cut, if you add bones and ligaments. It will wear out the blade even more.

The shape of Japanese swords also determines that their blades are not strong.

There is no such thing as a knife in Reina Yixin, mainly because it is a famous knife that can be counted in the entire Dongying.

Reed is rich in high-quality iron ore, and even this quality gap makes this subway mine named "gold and steel" to distinguish it from the outside world.

The Golden Iron and Steel Dragon Knife is undoubtedly a famous knife at the level of a family treasure.

"Kurogasa won't run away."

Lan En shook his head, and what he remembered in his mind was that on the wooden bridge in front of Senfeng Temple, Kurogasa Tanuki had introduced information to him as if he had explained the aftermath.

Even if that guy dies this time, he won't run away.

"I guess something happened, right?"

At this, the witcher pursed his lips.

I already knew the danger of Xianfeng Temple, and a ninja who wanted to atone for his sins was inevitably radical, even if something happened, it was normal.

But then, a sharp whistle sounded from the edge of the building not far away.

Lan En looked up. This whistle is Kurosa's signal.

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