There's no time for idleness, and there's no time for lyricism.

On the battlefield of deathmatch, even the farewell must be concise and efficient.

Old Robert stuck the giant sword that was already unstable in his hand into the ground, and then rushed towards the Immortal Peak Master and the three undead insects without looking back.

"For. Robert!!! ”

The middle-aged man who had come here from across the continent shouted his son's name, which was also his own.

The undead creature had hideous teeth and ausceptible limbs, sparks that pierced out from the front of his armor.

And he didn't care about it, and rushed directly into the 'pedestal' where the insects were attached, the side of the Venerable Immortal Peak.

The thick arm tightly wrapped around the immedian Buddha who only had a handful of bones left, and the sound of broken bones was endless.

The undead also 'embraced' the enemy who came to their door.

The centipedes' countless accessory limbs tightly wrapped and wound old Robert.

The sound of chitin rubbing and scraping against steel is chilling.

Beneath the armor of steel, viscous blood dripped.

The centipedes had already poked their appendages into the weak spots of their armor and were beginning to touch the flesh inside the armor.

Old Robert was clearly and slowly feeling the tactile sensation of himself being slowly tightened and torn apart.

This terrifying feeling reminded him of the insects that were caught by himself and ripped off their legs and feet one by one when he was a child.

It's just that the person who is slowly being torn apart now is himself.

And old Robert still didn't let go, he still tightly imprisoned the Venerable Master of Xianfeng in place.

The undead worm, which provided jumping movement like a spring, was now wrapped around him, unable to move.

The withered body of the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak was hugged together, and the short knife inserted above his head was still scratching his skull and mandible.

He couldn't make an expression on his face, which was already as withered as a skeleton, he just lowered his head and meditated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Be compassionate, Buddha, be merciful, save the suffering."

The human body embraced, and the centipede's body entangled, like a drawing from the eighteen layers of hell.

Lan En didn't have a superfluous expression, and he didn't look at the scene much.

He just gritted his teeth calmly and drew Old Robert's greatsword.

The huge sword body is dull and dirty, and at first glance it looks like it has experienced the durability of the battlefield.

Lann's leather gloves clenched on the hilt of his sword, making a "creaking" sound of leather being pressed and rubbed.

"That's the right weight, isn't it, Mentos?"

The width is one and a half palms, the length is one meter eight, and the steel giant sword is dozens of kilograms. This is not a weapon that ordinary people can wield.

It's not even a weapon that ordinary people can pick up. But for hunting monsters

"Yes, it's suitable, sir."

Mentos knows Lanne.

It knew that its subject didn't care if the greatsword fit or not, but it agreed.

The greatsword clenched in the witcher's hand, and there was a whimpering wind.

The sound of the wind was very different from the sharp sound of breaking through the air when holding the sword and the sword of the Lake Maiden. There is a feeling of oppression, and even people can't help but want to cover their chests and calm their heartbeats.

At this time, the eight hundred bhikshunis had just crossed paths with Edina.

The golden steel dragon knife slashed at her waist, and instead of bleeding, the phantom body was brought out with a handful of liquid like a sticky splash.

Reina Isshin's physical strength was already on the verge of limit, and he hadn't even completely dodged the other party's naginata blade this time.

A large piece of the robe was cut off from his shoulder, and it was only a fraction of a centimeter that his entire arm had to be removed.

Under the mask of the eight hundred bhikshunis, there was a gloomy laughter.

But she wasn't ready to continue fighting with Ashina.

Her purpose has always been clear and unambiguous -

Merge with the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak, and these enemies who have long run out of oil will naturally be easily dealt with.

She's not a samurai, not even a samurai. She's just a guard with a sword to protect the dragon.

There is no excessive psychological baggage, and I don't care about the persistence and glory on the blade.

We have received the gift of the dragon worm and have gone through many vicissitudes.

Immortality is a long journey to enlightenment.

Hearing that the dragon was brought here from its homeland in the West, we have come to understand the reason for the immortality.

The dragon must be 'stored' in the 'cradle' and sent back to its hometown.

For this reason, the 'cradle' must not be allowed to make any mistakes at this time!

The eight hundred bhikshunis floated abruptly and lightly as if they were tied with a steel wire tied to their backs.

The sound of gloomy laughter resounded in the main hall of the Buddha Gate.

But then

"Give it to me, get out!"

The huge blade, with a terrifying suppressed sound of breaking through the air, smashed directly down from mid-air!

Lan En opened his mouth to breathe out a hot breath.

The air in front of his mouth and nose had even been slightly distorted by the temperature.

The speed of the two hearts is unprecedented, and the technique of controlling the activity of the heart by breathing, which was learned through the ninja move book, has taken effect.

The amount of blood flowing from the two hearts greatly increases the amount of oxygen carried, and the blood pumped out by the [Second Heart] has an additional high temperature for unknown reasons.

Lan En's mouth was also filled with the [Battle Potion Combination] that he had put together.

[Thunder], [Blizzard], [Maribo Forest].

Improves physical strength, nervous response, and rejuvenation speed.

The potion's toxins invaded the blood vessels of the face, gathering in a deep black color in the eye sockets.

The eight hundred bhikshunis who could have slashed Lan En with one sword, but now after taking Lan En's giant sword, they even choked back with that gloomy laughter.

"Wow !!"

Loud noises and sparks.

The weight, length, and shape of the weapon are enough to support Lan En to suppress it with strength!

Old Robert's sword blade not only directly pressed down the eight hundred bhikshunis' naginata this time, but even pressed all the way to her chest!

The head of the giant sword slashed into the opponent's shoulder due to the angle.

The wide and heavy blade squeezed into the phantom flesh, and the damage of this sword far exceeded the total damage of the previous eight hundred bhikshunis!

She didn't even land smoothly anymore, and her original body like flying leaves now involuntarily stumbled two steps when she landed.

"Oh haha! Pretty [One Word Chop]! ”

Even though he was panting and breaking out in a cold sweat, Reeda still laughed and praised him heartily.

[Reed Celebrity] is an unrestrained technique, of course, it is good to use a knife and a sword, but when facing opponents with large sizes and large weapons, you can directly use a giant sword to connect with martial arts. Ran's talent and adaptability make him happy.

But Lan En himself doesn't have that many psychological swings.

He just stared at the countdown that Mentos had set in the corner of his vision.

Two minutes.

Two minutes that Robert Sr. bought with his life.

Thirty seconds have passed now.

The cat's eyes stared at Pranya after it hit the ground, like a hungry bear.

The good feel of the giant sword, as well as his current state, even made Lan En want to work with Reeda and simply kill this phantom first.

Naturally, Ashina was also thinking about it, and immediately took advantage of the unstable landing of the eight hundred bhikshunis, and the long knife was put into its scabbard.

The low position of the Iheslash suddenly approached the other party.

This is the starting style of the [Reed's Cross Chop].

With the attainments of the name of the reed, it is not difficult to cut off the head while the other party is unstable!

But then, under Lan En's unrelenting gaze, the eerie shrill laughter rang out again.

Several doppelgangers that were exactly the same as the eight hundred bhikshunis, but with the color of ink all over their bodies, appeared as if they had been pulled out of the water.

Spells of unknown effect.

The witcher gripped the hilt of the greatsword, his eyes glancing.

That's why he didn't think about killing eight hundred bhikshunis quickly—

As the highest-ranking lord, she couldn't have been without a strange backhand.

After all, even the Venerable Immortal Peak, a guy who looked already repentant, the undead insects on his body were not ordinary goods.

As the Lord of Mount Kong, it's normal to know how to use spells.

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