In the current 33 halls, the statue of the Bodhisattva is cut and cracked by the air blade on the blade of the sword.

The ground was swept apart and destroyed by the waves of air brought up by the naginata.

The appendages of the undead insects and the giant swords of the Southern Barbarian warriors also caused huge and hideous traces of destruction.

Rann now serves as a firefighter in two battle circles.

He himself was preoccupied with the movements of the eight hundred bhikshunis, ready to go up and take a hard shot, so that this huge and light enemy could stay within the range of Ashina's attack.

Mentos, on the other hand, used his extraordinary sense of hearing, smell, and touch to collect and integrate the battle situation on Robert's side.

Whenever the Southern Barbarian warrior was in danger and was about to lose his hand, Mentos would report the situation to Ran.

The witcher's left hand will then release a sigil, or a supersonic projectile, at a critical moment.

Lan En has done the best he can be, but as time passes, humanity's physical strength will eventually reach its limit.

Ashina's red tengu mask has been lifted off by the wind brought up by the naginata.

The aging Juggernaut even felt better breathing because of this.

He'd already cut down at least forty people today, and now, he had to contend with a phantom temple master. It's already an age where hair and teeth are about to fall out, and this kind of schedule is too exciting.

This made him laugh, never thinking that today, a mask would become an obstacle to his strong breathing.

Although Ashina's physical strength is about to bottom out, his martial arts practice still keeps his every sword at a high level.

Old Robert, on his part, breathed heavier and more rapidly, even so intense that he let out a whistle-like shrill whistle as the air passed through the breathing holes of the steel helmet.

From that breath alone, one could feel the dampness and suffocation in the full-coverage helmet, as if the wet hair had stuck to the sticky neck.

His Nanban martial arts may be as durable as the Oriental martial arts when they are practiced to a high depth. But now, he can't maintain the output level of his strength when his physical strength is about to bottom out, like Ashina.

His speed and arm strength are inevitably declining. This made Rann receive Mentos' notifications more and more often.

Of the three, only Lan En had plenty of physical strength.

The magic transformation of the witcher makes the muscle tissue of the witcher different from ordinary people, and has a higher tolerance and endurance. Enables these monster hunters to wear armor and go up the mountains and into the forest to clear out monsters.

And the coordination of the genetic seeds and the super vitality of the [Second Heart] made Lan En's body even more exaggerated than that of ordinary witchers.

But the current situation on the battlefield made it impossible for him to exert his abundant physical strength.

The opponents on both sides, on one side are the three undead insects that are obviously more ferocious than their kind, and on the other side are the phantom clones of the Xianfeng Temple Throne Master.

If one side collapses, when the two sides merge, several of them will have to die here.

The stalemate was clear not only to Lan En, who was a 'firefighter', but also to Reina Ichishin, who was fighting with the eight hundred bhikshunis.

He had fought all his life, and now even in the vortex of sharp blades, he could naturally feel the development of the situation clearly.

His sharp one-eyed eye met Lenn for a brief moment.

'Don't do anything superfluous and keep the standoff going now.' ’

From that single eye, this meaning was clearly conveyed.

If you have two enemies, you can deal with one first, and the other will greatly reduce the threat.

And judging from the [Light Body Technique] and sword technique and strength displayed by the eight hundred bhikshunis so far, they could only kill the Venerable Immortal Peak first.

Immortal Slash!

Gotta wait for that knife!

The knife must be obtained before they are consumed!

The huge body of purple light and shadow once again temporarily repelled the panting Juggernaut, and tried to jump, breaking away from the battle circle and merging with the three undead insects.

And before Lan En could jump lightly, the [Dragon Dream] bomb in her hand had already exploded on the trajectory of her jump in advance, and a small cloud of flammable gas was suspended there.

The knife in her hand cut through the air and shot at her head.

As soon as the naginata knife in the hand of the eight hundred bhikshunis was blocked, the sparks ignited the flammable gas, and the raging flames exploded in an instant.

Although the illusory purple figure was not afraid of fire, it was still interrupted by the [Light Body Technique], and Reeda was bent on entangling her again.

The situation has reached this point, and even Lan En has begun to choose to exchange resources for physical strength.

If someone on either side can't hold on, he has to stand up to it.

"Sir, Robert's side must take action himself!"

Mentos' analytical reminders are concise and crisp.

Robert Sr. didn't have enough strength to hammer an undead worm far enough away to get a reaction gap for the next undead to attack.

Now, two centipedes were winding around him from both directions!

The French seal and the arm armor projectile can't be effective in one hit because of the angle.

Lan En acted decisively, and under the core knowledge of the [Bear School Swordsmanship], his center of gravity was pressed to an extremely low level.

The running posture is like a hungry wolf.

"[Alder]!"

The shockwave first smashed an undead worm to the side, and then the sword of the Lake Maiden shimmered with brilliant golden light.

Like slicing tofu with a quick knife, the slash charge magic causes another undead to split diagonally into two.

The black-red slurry spilled out and slammed the ground.

Lan En knew it was useless, it wouldn't take a second for the dismembered bug to reconnect the fracture, and it was useless to burn the fracture.

The immortality that is already close to a curse is estimated to not even be observed for conservation of mass.

These centipedes are also different from the ordinary instant Buddhas in Xianfeng Temple, and even the freezing effect of [North Wind] has little effect.

The power of magic can sometimes make people who look at the world rationally feel unacceptable, but this power is existence.

Unreasonable exists.

Lane helped old Robert out of the siege, and immediately prepared to turn around and block the eight hundred bhikshunis.

But old Robert's iron gloves uncharacteristically grabbed him.

After being stunned for a moment, Lan En seemed to understand something, and looked at old Robert with wide eyes.

"I can't hold it anymore."

The middle-aged male voice under the armor was tired and wooden. When talking about a life-and-death matter, it is like talking about a fruit that has broken down at the dinner table.

"I can still hold on. About two minutes. I'm sorry, but I'll have to leave it to you after that. ”

'Can't hold up' and 'can hold up' sound contradictory.

But Rann understood.

Old Robert's combat prowess relied heavily on armor and greatswords. Now, he's almost out of the swing of the greatsword, but. He also has an armor.

Although that armor would bleed under the mouth of an ordinary undead insect, if the whole person pounced on the body of the Venerable Immortal Peak, it would entangle him. It can hold up for at least two minutes.

Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Thankfully, Robert Sr. didn't expect anything from Ran.

He just said clearly in the damp and stuffy helmet: "Thank you." ”

The 'thank you' that Lane heard in the side hall was not an illusion. The Nanban warriors were grateful to the young man.

This is his hatred, this is his pain.

He should have rushed into this demon cave alone, toyed with, and killed. Or stupidly guarding the door for these murderers after his son's death.

But now, he followed Lan En to kill here, and he killed until now.

At least for now, he is not lonely, nor is he regretful.

For this reason, he is willing to use his pain before death to buy two minutes for Lanen.

Just two minutes.

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