Pretty words can be said by everyone, but if beautiful words and roars become combat power, then the fact that the weak are ravaged by the strong should disappear from the world.

In Lan's eyes, Brisson's fighting skills weren't even as good as the only remaining Cult guard beside him.

Because after Lan En had just killed the two of them with a single shot of ammunition pushed by the [Alpha Seal], the only remaining Cult guard immediately pounced.

It was obvious that he didn't want Lan to have a chance to use that piercing attack again.

There should be some kind of limit to a powerful attack.

This is a very normal thought.

And if Brisson had the qualities of a warrior, he should have rushed up with the Cult guards.

It's a pity that he used this time to proclaim his life motto.

"Phew!"

There was a crisp sound of steel clashing, and a circle of sparks erupted from the blades of the Cult guards.

The look in his eyes under that mask couldn't stop the horror.

Because his body was also falling apart, he felt that he was just being blocked by someone by slashing, but his body's athleticism began to lag!

"Good skills."

Lan En complimented the other party slightly.

According to Mentos's calculations, when he completely withstood the reflex force of the [Reed Celebrity Dengli], this guy would have to take at least five more moves before his stance collapsed.

He is indeed a master of ordinary people.

But he wasn't facing an ordinary person.

After pulling out the sword of the Lake Maiden at his waist in an instant and blocking the [Dengli], Lan En just took advantage of the angle of swinging the long knife to knock out the weight ball on the handle of the knife in his hand!

And on the counterweight ball, a hazy air twist was also wrapped around it.

That is the core skill in the [Xianfeng Temple Fist Method], the air hammer.

The high-velocity high-density air wrapped around the weight ball, hitting the side ears of the Cult Guard's helmet.

The effect of air pressure is not weakened by the helmet, and Lan En personally looked at the other person's eyes under the armor, which were bloodshot due to the sudden disturbance of the air pressure in the skull, and then the pupils were dilated.

Looking at the paralyzed Cult guards in front of him, Lan En held the hand of the Sword of the Lake Maiden, and habitually turned his sword.

He's not a rigid samurai on Ashina's side, and he has to fight until the fight collapses.

Having gained a slight advantage in the middle of the battle, he still has a lot of tactics that he can use to extend his advantage.

And it was only at this time that Brisson finally reacted, and he was left alone.

His handsome face flushed with the gathering of blood, and in his hand he had just drawn a Greek dagger from his waist.

But Lan's attention was not on the short sword in the opponent's hand, but on the legs under his robes.

The other party wears a shin armor with sandals on his legs, and the shape of the shin armor directly wraps the entire calf.

It's just that this shin armor looks like it's a woman's style.

Although it can be matched with Brisson's handsome appearance, but wearing a women's shin armor specifically said that this thing is not special, and Lan En doesn't believe it.

Sure enough, Brisson swooped towards Lanen!

The clay-paved floor in the basement was instantly stepped on by his legs to create two cobweb-shaped crack pits!

That's all you can do with a sledgehammer!

That's an instantaneous impact at least in tons!

The momentum in his legs turned into speed, and Brisson's body stirred the wind throughout the basement.

His loose blue robe fluttered proudly, just as he had a happy and ferocious expression at this time.

He has always wanted to see the fear of himself in the eyes of others, not because of his face, showing weak and disgusting emotions such as 'love' and 'tolerance'.

And now, the Cult of God has done it for him.

With such a powerful artifact, how many can even the two city-states of Athens and Sparta come up with?

In order to gain more of this power, he will continue to serve the Cult and make his status rise in the Cult.

It's hard to kill people, kill a lot of people, but it's all worth it!

It's like this guy right now.

He suddenly barged in and suddenly killed the three Cult guards around him, which was very powerful. It didn't take anyone to say more, and Brisson knew it was powerful.

But no matter how powerful it is, what?

In the face of the power of the Divine Cult, it is only insignificant.

Brisson swung his short sword in a rapid dash.

And just as he expected, the person who suddenly broke in on the other side also raised the long knife in his hand in a time that he didn't have time to think.

I want to meet the incoming dagger.

But Brisson knew in his heart that his swordsmanship had never been great.

What he is great about is the pair of shin armor he wears on his legs!

A beautiful boy from an artistic family has a happy and fierce smile on his face at this time.

The short sword in his hand stopped halfway through, and then flew and leaped up.

The pair of lady's shin armor on his calf shone with a golden sheen.

He was extremely light and swift in mid-air, and kicked a high slalom kick!

Referring to the force of his kicking on the ground just now, if he kicks on a person this time, it is estimated that his head will be kicked directly!

Brisson, for example, felt that Lanne's head was about to explode in the next moment.

He was still thinking about lifting the long knife to meet the short sword just now, and in this short period of time, he had no way to retract his strength and change his moves!

Brisson was sure of that.

But soon, the smile on his face suddenly froze as a beautiful boy from an artistic family.

"Huh."

A chuckle.

In this moment, he made a sound.

At this time, on Lan En's legs, there was a spiral-shaped air flow entwining.

His hand had just been pulled out of the alchemy leather pouch on his waist, and his blood was still on it.

And this blood is precisely to activate one thing, one skill.

[Old Hunter's Leg Bone] - [Heartless Flow: Shrinking the Earth]!

"Poof" exploded!

The tall figure that had been standing in front of Brisson disappeared like green smoke.

By the time he reappeared, he had already entered the inside of the looped leg of the roundhouse kick.

The consternation on Brisson's face had not yet dissipated when he stabbed.

A bright silver light flashed through the crook of his kick.

The powerful roundhouse kick made his shin-armored calves fly out directly and smash into the wall.

The remaining blood in the calf was squeezed out by the impact, spurting a splatter-like mark on the wall.

Brisson, who lost his entire calf, fell after the roundhouse kick due to unstable balance.

"Ahhh!!h

At first, the beautiful boy looked at his calves flying out in a daze, as if he didn't react to what was going on. But then, the pain drove him to scream.

Lan En looked down at the beautiful boy who was wallowing and twisting in his pool of blood, and took out the note with magical power.

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