Can the failure of a few people scare away a group of talented people?
Of course it's impossible. There is a saying in my hometown: He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Why is it so easy to become a 'hero'? Isn't it because most people don't shed tears without seeing the coffin; even if they see the coffin, they don't think they can lie down. It's me. I am so confident in my life, and then I get slapped in the face.
Especially among the three people, except for the emperor's personal guards, the one wearing bright red robes seems to be a rare beauty with red lips and white teeth. The magician in black looks like a bad guy. This is definitely not a templar. They have prejudices, but many people think that while selling favors to the emperor, it would be great to gain the heart of a beautiful woman.
The battle between Lin and Azad looked so non-threatening. Even if a few people died in front of them, it seemed like a coincidence. It was unlucky. It was neither sullen nor angry. It seemed that there was no strength at all, but it was fast, fancy and powerful, but not powerful. , this is the evaluation of the two fighting in the eyes of outsiders. No one can understand the horror of it without being in it.
Once they step into the battle circle with full confidence, it's too late to quit. They can't even warn others. Everyone can only try to survive, and then realize that everything is in vain.
Entering the battle circle, they fully realized what it meant to be involuntarily. Their limbs would turn into weapons under the guidance of one of them and attack the other. If it was just an ordinary swing of arms or kicks, that would be fine. Sometimes, with a slight clap of the hand, one's broken bones will pierce through the muscles and skin and shoot out to the other side.
The body is like this, and the weapons and armor on it are even worse. The armor given by the gods is like paper, cut into pieces by a sword, and then picked out by a blow to attack the person opposite. The same fate happens to the weapons. .All turned into fragments all over the sky, filling the battle circle.
But this kind of attack can only be regarded as a small trick in the eyes of the two attackers. It is not a big problem to dissolve these broken bones or fragments, or the swinging limbs by flicking the tip of the sword. But How could Lin and Azad be so wasteful? It was the most basic thing to just go back where they came from. Using these bits and pieces to counterattack their opponents was their focused approach.
For a time, all kinds of broken arms and limbs were flying around in the fighting circle, and fragments of weapons and equipment were swirling like wind. And as the two people took turns to attack again and again, as the medium between them, the volume also alternated between counterattacks. Becoming smaller and smaller.
In the end, the peace of the three dancing alone was restored in the battle circle. All the scattered things were turned into dust, and the original appearance was gone.
When everyone watching the battle stopped trying to join the battle, a group of Templars from various churches were left on the streets of the Temple District. No one could remain intact, and there was not even a groan, making people wonder whether they were dead or not. live.
As for no one continuing to join, it may be that everyone has recognized the strength of the people fighting, or it may be that all the young guys who are hot-headed and easily taken advantage of have died, or fallen to the ground. In short, when that street remains After the red marks and unknown people all over the ground, no one came forward anymore.
After the disturbance caused by someone's intrusion, Lin, Azad and Yomel's offensive changed again.
The fight, which was originally as fast as lightning, became extremely slow. Every movement and every detail fell into the eyes of the onlookers. They clearly saw the position of the fingers, every wrinkle on the robe, and even the three sides. Personal expression. Except for the emperor's personal guards, he is still mysterious under the helmet.
Khan faced Insadu, the sword spine faced the sword face. The two swords kept moving around each other, as if they were connected together. The free hand moved the palm sword against the palm sword, and the fist against the fist. , they touched each other solidly and slowly.
In this round of fighting, everyone could see that the magician in black robes was defeated. In both of his attacks, he retreated half a point longer and retracted his hand an inch longer. He needed to start from a longer distance. It takes a lot of energy to deliver a blow that should be evenly matched. But both times were disappointing.
The third stroke, palm to palm. The magician's palm was also light and fluttery, as if weak. In comparison, the beauty in the red robe moved slowly, but seemed to be carrying the power of wind and thunder. The momentum is overwhelming and overwhelming.
With incomparable confidence, Azad fired the third palm that he considered to be his masterpiece. Perhaps he would never hit the same palm again in this life. This palm left a dark force that could accurately grasp the front. After two fights, I regretted not being able to take advantage of the victory and pursue the pursuit, and killed the magician in front of me in one fell swoop.
Because in the first two blows, his victory was not just a little bit in the eyes of outsiders. Instead, he put all his strength into the magician's arm. Seeing his even worse blow in the second blow, Azad was stunned. There is a sense of pleasure that the situation is certain, and I am just waiting for the third fight.
However, when the two palms met, it was not as one-sided as the previous two fights. The first bright force hit the opponent's palm, and when the second dark force was about to follow, Lin shook his body as fast as lightning. He stepped across. Stepping forward, twisting his waist, throwing his shoulders, raising his arms, a series of force was pushed onto his palm, but it hit Azad's second secret force a hundred times or ten times.
In shock, Azad's arm was hit high and his muscles, bones and skin were all injured. The arm hidden in the sleeves had blood dripping from every pore. Moreover, the force of this blow was not as strong as the force of the blow. It wasn't just the arm that was hit. The shoulder was also shocked, shaking Azad's nerves, and he actually stagnated briefly.
But before this fatal flaw, Lin hesitated. Is it a good question to take advantage of the situation to kill Azad, or to kill the emperor's personal guards as originally intended?
It is a pity that Azad did not give people much time to choose. The arm that was knocked away made a fist and swung it down at a faster speed. Although his arm condition has not yet fully recovered, even if it is in full condition, It can't stand up to the magician's palm, but if you use weapons, you don't have to worry so much.
The arm swung downwards seemed to pull out a weapon from the void, an alien long knife, exuding a strange abyssal aura. It only appeared for a moment, and the defensive barriers of all the surrounding temples were touched!
It was a long sword made entirely of Hell Orihar steel. It was not cast, but a weapon born from the corpse of a dead abyss lord. In other words, it was also a demon, the magic sword Phorkas. It was also a box The metal material that Qie Yinsadu finally learned from is also one of the Demon Prince's trump cards.
At the moment when Khan was restrained by Insadu, the magician in front of him could only use his artifact-level black robe to take the blow. Or, more simply, run away far away and take the job of the emperor's personal guard. The prize is left to be slaughtered by him.
Azad smiled proudly. Although the incident that had just happened forced him to use this demon knife, it seemed that it was not without gain. If this magician stupidly used his body to forcefully intercept an abyss lord-level The devil chopped off a half-finished robe where the gods resided, how wonderful it was.
But a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing broke Azad's delusion. The second Khan, the second Lin, stood up with their swords to block the magic sword Phorkas. It was mercilessly embedded in the blade of the magic sword. Without cutting itself off directly, the magic sword Phorkas was enough to outshine all other weapons.
Before he could figure out how the second group of people appeared, whether it was true or not, a gust of wind rose in the back of his head. Without hesitation, Azad lowered his head, drew his sword, and kicked Old Youmeier next to him. In addition to the In addition to kicking the stubborn old man away, he also took advantage of the situation and retreated in another direction. At this time, Azad also saw clearly that the gust of wind behind his head was caused by the third Lin waving the third Hakaki Khan.
When the three people... the five people distanced themselves from each other, Azad stared at the three magicians who looked exactly the same standing together. The gap on the magic sword Forkas was not fake. The feeling of suppression is not false. Although the sword was not hit on the back of the head, Azad did not think that the third Haggiri Khan was a phantom. In other words, all three of them were real!
But this terrifying scene could not last long, as the two extra magicians disappeared so suddenly. Just as they appeared, they were as hard to guard against. Only Lin Guling was left, holding the box in his hand. Che Khan looked warily in the direction of Azad and Yomel. Judging from his position, no matter who he attacked, he would inevitably face the demon prince.
However, Azad did not continue to attack anyone. He just stood there with his swords crossed in front of him. He said with an unhappy look: "Next time someone calls you a magician, help me spit and drown them." The palm you just slapped is not like a move that a magician could do. My whole arm is still numb."
"Haha." As a killer move, even though it was used in actual combat for the first time, it only achieved such results. To be honest, Lin was very dissatisfied. So when faced with Azad's words, he only laughed twice, and more It was because he was speechless. Instead, he glanced at the position of the emperor's personal guards, as if he was planning to launch another offensive, with a strong sense of demonstration.
Of course it was impossible for Azad not to notice someone's small movements, but he continued as if he was not interested: "A warrior's clone will separate parts of his own strength and create another almost physical one." The disadvantage of clones is that as much energy as you let out, your own strength will be reduced. In addition to the phantom technique, the so-called clone technique is more like having an extra mouth to chant spells, but it can only carry out the arranged actions. But Such a clone cannot copy those special weapons and equipment. So, what is your clone? As a teacher, do you have any plans to talk about it? "
Lin laughed and said: "Oh, how could I tell you the secret of three transformations for one person? Besides, my clone technique doesn't last long, so what do you have to worry about? Why don't we continue fighting?"
"You said you wouldn't tell secrets, and you brought up the shortcomings of a short period of time. I believe you. You're a ghost. You don't know how you came out. I don't know how many times you can do it; let alone how many people will come out like this."
Question. No fight. You can kill whoever you want. Anyway, I can't stop three of you. Come with a few more and I'll run away as soon as possible." Azad pouted and said dissatisfied.