A series of sword parrying sounds were non-stop, and the killing coercion in the air almost stopped people's breath.

Immediately after receiving the stab in the heart, Midi moved the dagger to the abdomen, and Kankan took another blow that stabbed there, and then he moved it to his throat, and once again took a kill from there.

The level of this sword soul is a full 16 levels higher than Midi, and his strength, speed, and even the lightsaber in his hand are all overwhelming. Midi had no room to fight back.

However, he still had the experience of the first twenty years of his rebirth, which was far more than the iron and blood of the killer in front of him.

He believes that at such a close distance, and in such a position, the most suitable move under the opponent's conditioned reflex is the "three-stage slash"!

This is a swift swordsmanship with three consecutive moves in one.

Under the tremendous and deadly pressure, Midi felt as if he had returned to the time when he had not yet been reborn, the Devil Cry who had awakened for the second time and was dominating on the battlefield.

No eyes, no ears, no breath, no everything, all he needs when facing the enemy is the most natural physical reaction.

Only then can you reach the fastest speed.

It will be a "broken army"!

Next will be the "Silver Fall"!

And then there's the "Cross"!

Countless sparks burst out between the two swords, and the dense collision sound made people's scalps explode, as if they had already expected the opponent's attacking moves, and in just two seconds, Midi received no less than a dozen attacks from the opponent in a row.

Sword Soul obviously didn't expect the melee defense of a little swordsman of level 19 to be so good, and he couldn't help but have a trace of fluctuation in his psychology, and a small gap suddenly appeared in the connection of his moves.

Midi should have taken this opportunity to retreat, although he hadn't been hit so far, but just by receiving the attack of the level 35 sword soul, his tiger's mouth had cracked slightly, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword at the moment.

However, he didn't do that at all. A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the black-haired boy, and he did not retreat but advanced in this moment.

All along, this is the opportunity he has been waiting for.

Level 19 vs. level 35, there was absolutely no chance of resistance, and Midi never thought that the gap between them could be made up by experience and skill alone. However, as a Devil May Cry who had once awakened for the second time, he knew the profession too well.

The ghost swordsman is not a defender, but an attacker, and for the ghost swordsman, offense is the best defense.

In fact, if this level 35 sword soul really used brute force to fight indiscriminately, Midi might not be able to hold on at all, and it was entirely by relying on the opponent's rules and his own familiarity with the ghost swordsman that he stubbornly resisted dozens of waves of attacks.

And now, he wants to attack, use offense as defense, to buy more time!

The strength of the whole body is condensed in an instant, from the legs to the waist, from the waist to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the hands, and finally to the sword blade at the back. A strong purple-black light suddenly rose from his left arm, sweeping across his body like a whirlwind, quenching a narrow cold light on the cold and ruthless Qingfeng.

Ghost Slash!

A real ghost slash.

The pupils of the level 35 sword soul contracted violently for a moment, and he didn't understand how a person without a chain on his left arm could use this move, could it be that he would be transferred to Devil May Cry at level 19, this was impossible. And what puzzled him even more was how the other party could find room to fight back from his stormy attack?

But in any case, it was too late for him to parry the blow that Midi had been gathering momentum for a long time.

In an instant, a hint of fierce color flashed in the eyes of the sword soul, and he didn't care about the oncoming ghost slash, he didn't dodge or dodge, but stabbed at Midi with a sword again.

It's a real shop.

Fierce to the enemy, even more ruthless to yourself.

The two of them vividly show the crazy nature of the ghost swordsman.

The two weapons with ghostly fire staggered through the air, hitting each other's bodies at the same moment. The two of them let out a muffled snort under strong pressure at the same time, and they were pushed back by the other party's lifeless force.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, Midi took advantage of the momentum to roll backwards continuously, blasting back nearly ten meters, and only then did he unload the force of the slash.

The left shoulder guard of his armor was completely shattered, if it weren't for Midi's deliberate effort to wrap the iron chain made of unknown material around his shoulder as a kind of exercise and defense, I am afraid that the whole ghost hand would have been removed, Rao still knew that his bones had cracked, and his left arm could barely be lifted.

This is just a casual blow from the other party, and it doesn't have much ghost energy attached. The disparity in rank was evident at this moment.

However, that sword soul didn't feel good, no matter how strong his physical fitness was and how well he was equipped, he was hit head-on by a long-planned ghost slash, and he still went up to slash with a lot of force, and the result must have been quite bad.

The sword soul's breastplate was completely cracked, and a wound of flesh turned out was pulled from his left shoulder to his right chest, and hot blood was gushing out, like a blood-red waterfall.

But both looked the same.

For a class like a ghost swordsman with extremely destructive power and relatively weak defense, blood, injury, and even dying are commonplace. Ghost swordsmen who dare not get hurt will never be able to get to the forefront, and only by getting up from the sea of corpses and blood again and again can they truly become stronger.

However, today, one must die.

The raging ghost aura caused the surrounding goblins to flee one after another, and only a few cat demons were still cowering in the corner, but they also fully felt the strength of the warring sides, and they did not dare to approach at all.

The ruins were silent for a moment.

But soon, the silence was broken. The Sword Soul Killer said in a deep voice: "With your level just now, it has far exceeded the level of a level 20 transferor, and it should be close to level 25, but it is still far from my level of level 35." ”

This is not nonsense, nor is it persuasion, but a psychological pressure. The ignorant are fearless, and when you face an opponent who doesn't know the roots, you may dare to step forward to challenge, but when you know that the opponent is a person who is too strong to be defeated, the first thing you will collapse psychologically.

But for Midi, who has been on the verge of despair several times, has watched her lover die in her arms, and even tasted the taste of death once, these are indeed nonsense.

"Since you're so strong, do you want to slap me again?" said Midi calmly, sarcastically.

"What if you eat another sword?" Sword Soul sneered, as if this wound on his body did not exist, "Although you are injured less than me, can you afford it?"

He is level 35, and his physical fitness is far superior to that of Midi, even if he takes a few more beats, it is nothing. But even if Midi, who was only level 19, was just knocked by the big sword in his hand, it would be enough to bear it, in fact, Midi's face was quite bad now, so white that he couldn't hide it.

It's all a consequence of sword fighting.

The killer can afford it, but Midi can't.

However, even if he was said to be weak, Midi still looked unfazed, because he knew that soon, the situation would change.

It's true that I'm at a disadvantage, but it's just me.

Whether it's Fina, the Storm Queen, who is on fire, or Sigmund and Lillian who are two-on-one, they are sure to win the battle.

Because, that's what it is.

In the previous life, when three killers with an average level of nearly 30 successfully ambushed them, those three managed to turn the tide, but instead, they dragged their feet. And in this life, although there is an extra level 35 tricky sword soul, as long as this person is trapped by himself, then the situation on the remaining battlefield is much better than in the previous life.

There was no ambush, a battle mage was killed in advance in advance, the assassin's identity was revealed, and the gunsmith faced two people in the middle of it, and there was no delay.

Those three people can use their full strength.

Midi is convinced that they will not only survive without incident, but will also achieve an even more beautiful victory than the previous one.

At that point, it's a four-on-one situation.

And his biggest task is to maintain this situation until his companions achieve victory, and keep this sword soul out of the real battlefield.

"Did I say the key?" Seeing that Midi was silent, the Sword Soul smiled and continued to strengthen the verbal offensive, "You may be planning to delay time now. I'll admit that your fighting power is stronger than you think, even if you are one level higher, you may not be able to win, but do you think that if my companions do not see any hope of victory, they will still fight hard?"

Midi couldn't help but frown, this was indeed a key point.

That's right, his chances of winning lie in his trust in the strength of Fina and others.

Midi believed that the future Queen of Magic Bullets would be able to successfully defeat the Assassins, not only by defeating, but also by suppressing firepower, and only then would he be able to get support and survive the indiscriminate bombardment of the level 35 sword soul.

But what if those level 30 killers also choose the delaying tactic? after all, it is level 30 against level 20, and if the high-level enemy is determined to delay and escape regardless of face, it will be much easier than fighting head-on.

"It's not certain whether your companions can win or not, so don't think about support. A playful and cruel smile tugged at the corner of Sword Soul's mouth, "On the contrary, my side will win a quick victory without any suspense! Then, I will use your head as a welcome gift to that little girl of Fina Hamilton!"

With his words like a steel whip, the iconic lightsaber in the sword soul's hand suddenly bloomed with brilliant brilliance, illuminating the entire ruins.

Then, like the setting sun, the light converged rapidly until it disappeared at its closest, as if there was nothing there.

"Transparent Sword!" Midi's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.