Time is passing bit by bit, and the fact is that anyone's will and begging to do the transfer.

Lan En and Eda were united, and at this time, they really felt how far an immortal with a long first-mover advantage could arm themselves.

The talent of the eight hundred bhikshunis is not high at all, whether it is sword skills, light body skills, physical limits, or other talents, she can be called mediocre.

Her sword skills are only solid, and even if she has practiced for hundreds of years, she is limited to the level of 'solid'.

If it was the full spirit of Reeda, the two of them only spoke with swords, and the wizened old man was even sure that he could cut off her head in three minutes.

Her light body skills are at the same level as the owl, but because she doesn't have to hide like a ninja, the wide monk's robe and robe she wears can hold the wind, and she can be lighter and float farther when jumping and landing.

Her body had absorbed enough Source Water over a long period of time before she had grown to her current size and strength.

This undead, who had mediocre talents in all aspects, took a long time to arm himself and become the tricky person he is today.

"Huh-haha!"

A shrill laugh of compassion came from all directions, the sound of the ink apparitions summoned by the eight hundred bhikshunis casting spells.

These apparitions will disappear like fading clouds, and will appear as thickening clouds elsewhere.

It seemed to have the lightness of an ink painting, but when Ashina and Lan En dodged the naginata of these ink phantoms by a fraction of a second, they knew it.

The Phantom's blade is no different from real steel.

These phantom attacks were not taken into account by Ashina Isshin and Ran, as both of them were superior to the eight hundred bhikshunis in the art of swords.

The two of them can basically use the smallest movements, such as dodging sideways, to dodge each other's swings.

The real headache is that this spell makes the two of them unable to find each other's original body at all.

They can only wander around the entangled bodies of the people on the Immortal Peak and Old Robert to prevent the enemies from merging together.

The spell must have had a duration, as Lan observed that the ink phantoms' moves were disintegrating more and more.

But it's all about time! Or time!

The witcher's brows furrowed, and the sound of the steel armor and flesh and blood of the old Robert behind him was constantly being torn and pulled off by the appendages of the undead insects.

Old Robert was dead, and he never let out a cry of pain or scream until he died, only a sigh of regret.

The other party was now just abusing his senseless corpse.

It was the only thing that comforted Len right now.

But even if it's a corpse, old Robert is almost at the limit.

Three undead insects that are far more ferocious than their kind are about to tear this 'prison' of steel and flesh to pieces!

Kuroka still didn't come back.

Finally, the countdown that Mentos had set on the corner of Len's retina came to an end.

And in Lan's ears, the centipedes also threw down the stumps in their mouths and on their accessory limbs.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng is out of trouble.

The dry human 'pedestal' sighed and recited the scriptures mournfully.

He wanted to die, he didn't want to harm people anymore, but now he was deprived of even the ability to die by the undead insects.

The sound of the chitin carapace rubbing against the ground sounded, and the spring-like centipede began to move again on its 'base'.

Two sounds of breaking the air from behind him caused the witcher to turn suddenly.

The giant sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and the two undead insects and the upper body of the immortal peak master were directly opened by the blade of the giant sword, and then torn in half by the power and inertia on the sword!

This sword is not good at chopping, but good at smashing!

The witcher's sword directly slashed away the three undead insects that jumped over, but there was no ease on his face.

Because the undead are immortal, and now, the situation has become one-on-one.

In the Buddha Hall, the ink-like phantom people suddenly disappeared together, and a huge blade of purple light and shadow stabbed out of the rout haze towards Lan En's waist!

The blade has a spiral airflow blade, like a large drill bit that rotates up.

If he stabs Lan En's body this time, it will not be just a knife cut, it is estimated that his entire waist and abdomen will be strangulated by the airflow blade!

A foot in a simple straw sandal, but at this moment stepped on the blade of the naginata knife that stabbed from the top down.

This risky move even stunned even the eight hundred bhikshunis.

The blade of the knife was poked into the ground by the external force, rolling up the fine pieces of wood and wood and bricks, but it did not hurt anyone.

This kind of move, which will kill oneself if you make the slightest mistake, seems to be an ordinary way to deal with it when you are young.

As a young man, Ashina was ambitious and actionable.

A move that ordinary people can't even think of, but in his eyes, it's 'although you will die if you are not careful, as long as you succeed, can't you gain an advantage?'

The emaciated one-eyed man was panting, sweating, and disheveled.

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a happy and bold smile.

Lan En went to block the immortal monster of the Venerable Immortal Peak, and he stood in front of the Throne Master.

Stop two enemies from merging and destroying them like a devastating devastation. But the other party's endurance as an immortal was already dragging him to death.

And the knife that could turn the situation around was never delivered.

It looks like a desperate situation.

But Reeda still couldn't help but show his pleasure.

It would feel good if I could die in a battle like this.

"Lann, huh—can you still hold on?"

The old man questioned the young man behind him who was entangled with the undead worms.

The young man did not answer, but the steel greatsword stirred up a gale and collided with the monster, without hesitation or flinching.

It's a crisp sword.

Driven by this pleasant voice, Ashina felt better.

"'Hold on to the end, even if you go to the guillotine, remember to ask the executioner for a bowl of water, who knows what will happen when you drink it.' Now this sentence is also sent to you. ”

The old man smiled and stood in front of the tall eight hundred bhikshunis, but uncharacteristically withdrew the golden and steel dragon sword in his hand and erected it in front of him.

His tall, thin body slowly squatted down, lowering his center of gravity.

And the Phantom Lord, who was still attacking fiercely just now, seemed to feel some kind of oppressive atmosphere at this time, and the fierce offensive posture unconsciously turned into a defensive posture.

"The endurance battle of life and death, even if it is so painful that you want to die, you must persevere to the end, otherwise you will not die happily, this is my idea."

"You haven't seen the [Heartless Flow] scroll I gave you, have you? It's actually a bit hard to understand. ”

"Now is the right time, I'll show you."

"My results on [Heartless Flow]!"

The sheathed katana had been raised in front of his face, blocking his ruined eyes, with only a sharp one-eye, looking at his opponent from behind the hilt.

Lan En could feel that Ashina was bent on stopping the eight hundred bhikshunis single-handedly in order to be physically exhausted. He's going to put something together.

Now, everyone is desperate.

Suddenly, a breeze hung up in the entire Buddhist hall for no reason.

It was as if something was pulling a huge amount of air to gather.

The sawdust and dust on the ground are rolling in one direction, and the flames on the candlesticks are swaying in one direction.

The direction of Ashina's heart!

Suddenly, it was as if the volume of the world had suddenly dropped for a moment. The sound of burning, the creaking of the floor, the hiss of the undead were all muffled.

Only the words in the old man's mouth were clearly audible.

"[Secret Biography]."

"Click"

The scabbard lifted lightly, and silence ensued.

"[One Heart]"

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