Durand originally scoffed at the existence of the Four-High Cross Gun, but in the battle where Yonghui leveraged the cornerstone of the Shepherd City, the four-High Guns appeared in front of him in real life.

Durand originally did not believe in the rumor that "Four-Flame Cross can be integrated", but on the deck of the Giant Whale, Sellers combined the Donghui Cross and the Beihui Cross into one in front of him, turning it into a double-headed battle gun with great power.

Although Donghui Cross is in Durand's hands, who knows if the next Sellers will appear and snatch Donghui Cross from Durand's hands by combining the battle gun?

Therefore, Durand wants to cut off Donghui's connection with the other Sanhui.

As a mother artifact, the Yonghui Cross Spear has a natural suppression power on the child artifact it was born with. Who knows whether the Yonghui Cross Spear will have some very adverse effects on the Donghui Cross?

Therefore, Durand wants to cut off the connection between Donghui and Yonghui.

Slash!

Cutting off the silk thread of contact is the only way to truly hold the Donghui Cross in your palm and make it become Durand's own power. Only in this way can the Donghui Cross be no longer disturbed by other things and become an independent sub-artifact.

The handle of the orange-flame sword was tightly held in his palm, and the hand was hot. The blade was like a strange torch, emitting a dazzling light of fire, illuminating the entire secret room with orange-red color.

The long sword was high and pointed directly into the sky. The bitter and strange sword intentions spread unscrupulously, which was completely different from the situation when Durand used the Orange Flame Ghost Slash on weekdays.

In the past, the Orange Flame Ghost Slash only showed its hideous claws when it was the moment of killing the enemy.

At this moment, the Orange Flame Ghost Sword seemed to have taken the initiative to come out of self-hiding, with determination and anger, ready to slash down! Durand's palm was as steady as a rock, and the long sword in his hand also stood still. This absolute stillness further increased the oppression of the Orange Flame Sword. It can be foreseeable that when the blade moves, it will inevitably be shocked!

Behind the Demon Dragon Stone Gate underground in the Hunter Hall, three low shouts came:

“…What’s going on with this feeling?”

"It's Durand!"

"What does he want to do?!"

The Three Kings could clearly feel: waves of terrifying sword intent were coming from the direction of Blue Spirit Castle.

After the war, it was a sensitive period. If the three kings who could not contact the queen lost their greatest support, it is no exaggeration to say that they are the three most sensitive people in the Shepherd City today. Any movement will affect their nerves, not to mention that Durand suddenly burst out with such a terrifying knife intent without restraint?

Almost without thinking, three surging mental power immediately swept out, rushing towards Blue Spirit Castle like a tide, then penetrated deep into the ground, passing through the earth and rocks, and penetrated into the secret room where Durand was.

However, as soon as the mental power entered, there were waves of orange wind like a knife cut.

——It was a storm composed of countless fine sword energy!

The orange-flame sword stands in the center of the storm, just like the calmest wind eye.

"Oh no!" the three kings exclaimed.

Unpredictable, their mental power was instantly swept by the orange wind, and the delicate and violent sword energy came and went, cutting the mental power that the three kings penetrated into the secret room into countless pieces. The fragments were cut into smaller pieces, and the smaller pieces were further cut. Finally, they were burned into nothingness by the heat contained in the sword energy.

Three painful groans came from behind the Demon Dragon Stone Gate.

In the huge stone chamber under the Battlefield, the queen did not move. She just stared in the direction of Blue Spirit Castle, her eyes seemed to have passed through various obstacles and fell directly on Durand.

At this moment, Durand stood at the top of the Saint, and the fire power stored in the elemental crystal was almost poured out, and all of it was injected into the orange flame sword.

"It's not enough."

He looked down at Donghui's cross. The silk thread on the gun was still vague. With all the power of insight, he could barely capture the veins of the silk thread.

This kind of silk is an invisible thing, between existence and non-existence.

Seeing is existence.

If you cannot see it, it is nothingness.

Durand must first see it before he can cut it and cut it.

"Hmph..." Durand snorted softly, and he took a deep breath. His face was a little crazy, and then, in a situation where it was almost impossible to go further, he stepped forward with the force of plane suppression.

This step has crossed the peak realm of the Saint and came to a certain intermediate state between the Saint and the Demigod.

The knife intent expanded again, forcing the remaining mental power of the three kings who were wandering outside the secret room to retreat.

The insight became clearer, and the silk threads connecting Donghui Cross with other Sanhui finally became clearer, but the silk threads of China Unicom's mother artifact Yonghui Cross Gun were still somewhat blurred and intermittent.

However, this is enough.

Durand's mouth raised slightly, and his raised arms finally fell.

The orange-flame sword in his hand suddenly started to start from the solidification state. The acceleration when it started was so fast that it gave people the illusion that the blade body disappeared instantly. The next moment, thousands of slashes were connected into one piece, and each attack landed on the three threads that were thinner than their hair with incomparable accuracy!

The queen, who was silently paying attention to all this, suddenly took a step back and was stunned.

——She did not deliberately retreat, but was an instinctive self-protection.

Durand's slash was almost at its peak and accurate. Faced with such an attack, even if the queen knew that her realm was still higher than Durand, she still couldn't help but feel a little instinctive fear, so she took a cautious step back.

The queen silently estimated that if she was intact, what would she react in the face of such an attack. The answer she came up made her sigh: "I'm afraid she'd better have to step back..."

"This attack can already threaten me."

In the secret room under the Blue Spirit Fort, Durand had already slashed at three silk threads countless times in just a few seconds. He didn't care about the fourth silk thread, which is the one that connects the mother-child artifact.

Every time the blade hits a thread, Donghui Cross will bounce violently, and Durand himself will tremble all over. However, his hand holding the knife is always stable and fast.

After thousands of slashes, the three silk threads were already ragged and stuck to the gun intermittently, unwilling to be separated.

"Huh! Huh!!" Durand gasped violently, and his whole body was filled with high heat. He gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely. The long sword in his hand suddenly changed from extremely fast to extremely slow, from violent to soft. The light of the knife turned into a spring breeze, gently brushing through three silk threads.

Tighten - Tighten - Tighten -

Three consecutive sounds of breaking are very light and thin, but they are deeply penetrated into the deepest part of the soul! The three silk threads that connect the sub-art artifacts and the sub-art artifacts were finally completely cut off by Durand!

At this moment, Arthur and Anthony, who were rushing back to the Yonghui Knights Realm, stopped at the same time.

They took off the Nanhui Cross and Xihui Cross on their backs with a little confusion. They lowered their heads and stroked the gun body, vaguely feeling what was going on, but they didn't know what was going on.

Two battle guns were whining, and in a world that the two great knights could not see, one of the four silk threads that stretched out from the two battle guns and pierced into the void. It was the one leading to the Donghui Cross.

On an overseas island covered with ice and snow, two figures, one high and one low, are hidden in the wind and snow forest.

"I didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains this time." said one person.

"There is indeed a huge gain." Another agreed.

"Haha, we want to thank Yonghui. If Yonghui hadn't suddenly attacked the Shepherd City and fought fiercely, how could we have happened to pass by and get a big advantage?"

"Why don't you thank the human who used the power of ice and fire? If he hadn't defeated Milande, who was famous on the continent, we wouldn't have gotten the Beihui Cross."

"I don't know him! And... no matter how I look at him, why don't I like him?" the tall figure said coldly.

"You are jealous." Another figure seemed to be laughing, but his voice was strangely rubbing and hoarse, so I couldn't tell whether he was laughing.

The tall figure was about to refute something, but suddenly let out a low voice and took out a battle gun with white light from behind, illuminating a small forest.

Beihui's cross made a low whine, and the tall figure raised the gun, approached his ears, and made a tilt-eye listening look. The shorter figure was unknown, but he still waved his hand to shield the surrounding wind and snow to ensure a quiet environment. The next moment, the tall figure vaguely heard a sound of silk thread breaking, which was unaware of, but it shocked him all over!

"What's wrong?" asked the shorter figure strangely.

The tall figure slowly lowered Beihui Cross and murmured in a daze with uncertainty: "The connection between Beihui Cross and a certain homogeneous gun seems to be... broken?"

“…”

The short figure was silent for a long time before he said arduously: "This is impossible."

The tall figure said in a low voice: "Don't you believe my ears?"

The short figure was silent again. After a long time, he asked in a daze: "Is it Donghui, Nanhui, Xihui, or the mother artifact Yonghui Cross Gun?"

The tall figure knew that the friend asked which gun had lost contact with Beihui Cross. He shook his head blankly and said, "...I don't know."

...

In the underground secret room of Blue Spirit Fort, Durand, who finally cut off three silk threads, was sweating profusely and kept breathing heavily.

In the field of insight, the silk thread connecting the Donghui Cross and Yonghui Cross guns was still a little blurred. Not only because this thread is the most difficult to see clearly, but also because Durand's vision was really blurred.

However, he did not let go of his hand holding the knife, and did not take away his eyes staring at Donghui Cross, and his spine was still as straight as a gun.

He is not going to stop there yet.

"The last one is still missing." Durand whispered to himself. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was laughing. He knew that if he wanted to cut off the last silk thread, he might have to use the power of the demigod level.

After breaking through to the demigod realm, Durand never untie his self-seal and showed his demigod power. He was afraid that he could not bear the subsequent power of plane suppression.

There was a voice in his heart who advised him: OK, stop, the three roots have been cut off, which is enough at this stage.

A hint of hesitation and struggle appeared on Durand's face. This entanglement did not last long and was replaced by firmness again.

Durand stared at the last silk thread on Donghui's cross, gritted his teeth and laughed fiercely: "Just one, just one! Anyway, at least you have to give it a little, otherwise, will I still be a battle mage?"
Chapter completed!