The wind and rain are obscure, like the river pouring back.

The dagger's trajectory was as detached as a snake, out of order.

Morrison was completely close, and the longsword was at a huge disadvantage.

Zahak was not allowed to use this strategy, and quickly parried with the hilt of the sword forged in black steel.

In the flash of the flicker, the short-handed soldiers burst out in bundles of sparks, and then died in the raindrops.

Bang.

Morrison loses, and the dagger is catapulted into a tree, piercing a hole on the spot.

Zahak was about to succeed, and when he returned with a sword to slash back, Morrison had already disappeared from the middle of sight.

At some point, a sharp knife popped out in front of his boots, and he violently swung his leg from the ground with one hand and kicked diagonally at Zahak's side waist, as if he was carrying out all his strength to the extreme, piercing the air and sending out the strong wind, and if he was hit, he would either be killed or injured.

Zahak raised his eyebrows, which turned out to be an action that a human could accomplish, and immediately blocked the unloading force with his oblique sword, and the sharp knife in front of his boot scraped violently.

With a miss, Morrison flipped back and jumped behind him by inertia, and threw out three flying knives in the air, bursting layers of rain curtains, which were impossible to prevent.

Rao Zahak only bounced off two handles, the last one passing through the side of his head, cutting off a strand of hair.

Lightning slashed down from the clouds.

In an instant, it became the polar day.

Morrison's disfigured half of his face was terrifying in the electric light.

He pulled out the blade whip blade from his waist, and in the faint light of the rainy night, the shiny blades that were repeatedly stacked were cold all over his body, like bloodthirsty snakes.

Zahak's breath was slightly disordered, and he immediately stabilized, his gaze was calm, throwing knives, flicking knives on his boots, whips, what was going on with this person? All the weapons are quite unusual, and the regular equipment is also tied to the body through the bolt strap, which is extremely weird.

The blood-red sword qi burst out, and thirteen swords were slashed out in an instant, each of which was unstoppable.

Bang bang bang bang ......

Morrison pulled the blade of the whip, and with a violent swing, it was like dozens of white poisonous snakes devouring and dancing in the air, twisting into a cutting storm, and in an instant, the blood-red sword disappeared in the sonorous intersonance, and the surrounding rain was scattered.

Morrison pulled his hand back, and the blade of the whip instantly wrapped around the iron armor of his arm.

Miraculous.

Zahaq must do whatever it takes to win, and the red sword slashes at the ground, and the sword wind tears the ground, splattering countless pieces of rubble and mud to block Morrison's vision.

Don't wait for Zahak to come and kill him.

It's hard to imagine how much equipment Morrison is carrying, the elbow position is like a folding fan-like mechanism, unfold Senhan's chain belt winged blade, and the hands swing and pull cross, the blade of the fan returns all its rubble, and the knife fan is folded and embedded in the mechanism in an instant.

And that's not all.

More than twenty flying knives popped out of the hem of Morrison's torn and cracked crocodile coat, and as Morrison pulled the hem violently, it bloomed like a peacock feather.

Gravel flying knives, torrential rain pear blossoms, tearing wind and rain straight through Zahak, this is not enough, arm crossbow arrows are fired in succession, to force Zahak into a desperate situation.

Countless fancy hidden weapons were like hemp, overwhelming, and Zahak slashed with a hegemonic blow.

This slash.

The sword wind was like a rage, blowing away all the rubble, breaking all the flying steel, splitting it in half, and even the metal was split in two.

Zahak knew that he couldn't let this disfigured face drain his physical strength.

Although it looked easy, the strength of this disfigured face was outrageously strong, and the power of each hidden weapon was comparable to that of a bed crossbow, and each parry consumed a huge amount of physical energy.

Fortunately, all he used was broken copper and iron, and if it was mixed with magic energy like his own sword, he didn't dare to imagine.

It must be resolved quickly, not only here, but the front of Lavender Town must be resisted, and he must return to help as soon as possible, Zahak's holy and pure white officer uniform flashed into a phantom and rushed to kill.

Morrison could not give him this opportunity, and immediately drew the blade whip blade.

Zahak's legs were windy, leaping rapidly through the rain, his blade's blood-red mist stretched into a trail of light, ready to withstand the cutting storm.

But......

Click!

Morrison's whip blade pierced directly into a tree, and just as Zahak was suspicious, the whip burst out of the tree, and it was like a poisonous snake biting and killing with a curved arc.

"What?"

Zahak couldn't believe it, this disfigured face move was so strange that it was almost demonic, and he had no experience to refer to, and he couldn't judge the direction of the attack at all.

It's a scenario where you can't muster all your strength to resist.

But under his perverted reaction ability, he forcibly set up less than half of his strength to swing his sword to block, and he was shocked back two or three meters away.

Morrison pulled back the whip in an instant.

Just when Zahak thought Morrison was going to continue the strange arc piercing, Morrison drew his whip and maximized his speed.

In just an instant, countless crisp whips burst out, and thousands of leaves fell straight from Zahak's head through the heavy rain.

Compared to Zahak's splashes of gravel and dirt.

The countless blades instantly blinded Zahak's vision, and at this time, his ears were also disturbed by the torrential rain.

Life and death are only in an instant.

Zahak closed his eyes, his mind recalling what the Sword King had said, that the breeze could capture the trajectory of all things.

He flicked his backhand away from the blade that had fallen from the sky.

Morrison had already drawn two thin-bladed daggers from his leggings, one in each hand, and slashed Zahak into the air while the leaves were obscuring him.

Zahak opened his eyes, his whole body exploded, his right hand held the sword to parry a slash, and the other hand pulled out the scabbard, taking advantage of Morrison's unpreparedness, he slashed another short sword and spun wildly in the air.

Morrison's horrific face showed a sinister smile, Zahak secretly said that it was not good, but it was too late to dodge, Morrison popped a sharp knife out of his sleeve and plunged it directly into Zahak's neck.

Click!

Morrison retreated more than ten meters away, staring at Zahak playfully.

Zahak's neck was not injured, he flashed in time, but the cross-cut linear wound on the left side of his face began to bleed, and then a terrifying furrow was turned out, the thickness of his fingers, the blood flowed incessantly, and the red pulp was quickly washed away by the heavy rain, leaving only the flesh that bloomed, leaving a permanent mark.

Morrison is not in a hurry, it is raining heavily now, as long as Zahak is not allowed to go back, no one is the opponent of the strange shark, he is a big army alone.

"At your level, how do you eat mixed rice?"

Morrison put his Hidden Blade in mid-air, let the raindrops wipe the blood away, and quickly took it back, he humiliated Zahak and straightened his mind.

In fact, Zahak, if it were someone else, would have died a hundred times in Morrison's tricky killing moves.

Zahaq remains unfazed.

"It's just each other, your acrobatics are not bad."

Zahak sheathed his sword and took a stance of drawing it.

"Huh?" Morrison was noncommittal, the so-called apprentice of the Aran Sword King, the lieutenant general of the gendarmerie, had two brushes that could be put on the table, but that's all, "Since that's the case, then...... Move a little bit more seriously. ”

Rumble!

A thunderclap exploded on the horizon, and the wind was even more fierce, and the rain was heavy.

The incomparable killing intent struck, that is, the omen of death was like some soul-piercing spell, and extreme fear penetrated his mind, but there was no mana fluctuation.

It's just that an extremely powerful killing intent is spreading wildly.

Zahak was stunned, but he understood the reason why the war horse was out of control, and forcibly calmed down.

"You're going to pick it up, I'm ready to ...... in ten seconds. Kill you. ”

Morrison just spoke.

That skill.

It's amazing.