"It has nothing to do with you." Pyle Pan took out a silver pocket watch with wheat ear patterns and looked at the time. When he looked up again, a giant dragon appeared in the sky.
The dragon's shadow pierces the wind, the dragon spreads its wings, and the giant dragon flies this way. Under the dim moon, a lonely figure can be seen standing on the dragon's back.
"Well...someone is coming!" Lincoln retreated further, behind a short sand dune.
This is a giant sapphire-colored dragon. Its smooth dragon scales reflect ripples as pure as water in the moonlight. Its eyes are pupilless and glowing with white light. It can see a fly thirty kilometers away; its giant wings are like
An umbrella can open up a whole world; it has barbs on its chest, a thorn on its tail, and a row of 20-30 meter high scaly thorns on its back like a blade. Its dragon scales are transparent and smooth, exuding pure purity.
When the magic power of blue hits the ground, an overwhelming force of overwhelming lofty pressure hits Pyle Pan, making people stand in awe of the unreachable divine majesty.
The giant blue dragon sat on the desert hills, and the surrounding air and moonlight were stained by it, all glowing with blue light. It breathed gently, and the people on its back stepped on its forehead and jumped down.
It made him extremely dissatisfied, but he could hold back the anger in his heart.
Pan waved away the sand falling on his body and stared at the dragon's arrogant body: "Noble Dragon!"
The man who fell on the ground was walking towards him, wearing armor, a mask, long white hair, and an unsheathed long sword.
"Are you the Nightmare Alonso!?" Pai grasped the handle of the Dark Overlord's knife. For the first time, the opponent had not revealed his identity and wanted to attack him, so he nervously held onto the Black Overlord.
The familiar touch of the hand, the familiar lines on the handle, and the thumb rubbing on the familiar position made him find peace in his heart. For some reason, the other person's mere approach made him feel a chill that penetrated his pores.
, every cell and hair in the body seemed to be stimulated, and involuntarily tightened into a ball. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, no, this was the first time he had felt this way.
"It's me." The man stopped. The black, gold-patterned, gray-white long-sleeved dress and armor revealed mystery, the Holy Spirit and majesty in this ancient night.
This is the first time Pan has seen this type of armor. It feels like a very ancient style, but the more ancient something can be preserved to this day, the more it can prove the value of its existence. Pan touched the copper color on his body
He wore armor and stared at the person in front of him without blinking: "One of the four top swordsmen in the legend, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to ask me to meet you."
"I admire your courage for being able to keep the appointment."
"Humph! No one can scare Pan with his name, and neither can you!" Pan moved the heavy knife in his hand: "The purpose of your invitation to me? Is it to fight with me?"
Alonso pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and the sword stood in the sand: "Let you...submit under my command!"
"Hahahahaha..." Pan laughed wildly: "Pyle Pan never sacrificed his life for anyone. Your dream has come to nothing!"
"Then...huh!?" Alonso noticed the person hiding in the distance, but was still a little surprised when the person appeared.
"Holy..." Lincoln ran up to him and held back half of his words. He stared at Pan with eyes filled with hatred and anger.
"Your eyes have never looked at a person like this." Alonso looked at Lincoln and then at Pyle Pan: "Is it because of him that you are being persecuted like this?"
"It's him, Pyle Pan! I'll never forget that name! And I'll never forget his face!"
"Oh~!" Alonso's eager eyes turned cold: "It seems that I have to change my attitude towards you again."
Lincoln was once a marksman with a bright future. Once at a banquet hosted by his younger brother, he bumped into Pyle Pan, who broke into the banquet and became as crazy as a demon. The happy banquet turned into a bloody tragedy. My brother, my brother.
His wife and dozens of relatives, friends and guests died in vain in the massacre. Lincoln, who survived after witnessing all this, was so overwhelmed with grief and fear that he hid in a cave for five or six years. Later, even more
He had mental problems, and he always felt that someone was trying to kill him, which completely buried his great future. He was also overcome by grief and fear, unable to sleep, and ended up like this.
Pan naturally did not remember Lincoln. When he was young and vigorous, he had done too many bad things, so many that they were not particularly fresh in his memory and had no impression at all. He said to Lincoln: "No matter what happens between me and you
Hatred, if you want revenge, just come!"
"Very good." Alonso took off his mask, revealing his true face as white as jade underneath. He threw the cold metal mask aside into Lincoln's hands, and slowly pulled out the sword standing in the sand from its sheath:
"Tonight, Alonso will take revenge on his behalf!"
The sound of the word "Qiu" fell, and the afterimage of the person in front of him disappeared. At the same time, he was cut by a sharp blade in front of his body, and a sharp sword was pierced into his vest from behind through the gap in the armor.
"So fast!" Pan was shocked and burst into anger. The super-condensing tyrant's domineering force could hinder the opponent's actions. However, the opponent was as if he was in an uninhabited land within the range of his domineering force. The silent sword disappeared without a trace.
He is a person who has no defense against him, no way to avoid him, and new wounds are constantly being added to his body.
"Lion Windmill~!" Since he couldn't defend, he attacked with all his strength. The huge black overlord stirred up a storm of sand and dust, cutting the surrounding area with domineering force and tearing everything into pieces. However, in this series of actions, his body suffered another blow.
More than sixty swords.
In a blink of an eye, Alonso stood thirty meters away with his back to him, the bloody sword tip stuck into the sand, nearly a hundred sword wounds on Pyle Pan's body spurted blood at the same time, and dozens of tiny swords appeared on the armor on his body.
seam.
Pan knelt down on one knee, holding the Black Overlord tightly with one hand to prevent the other leg from falling. He gritted his teeth unwillingly, how could his pride allow him to fail in such a shameful way. His trembling feet moved towards
He took a step forward and stood up. His body was riddled with wounds, some of which were deep into the bones, and some of which pierced the liver and lungs. At this moment, his totem emerged, his eyes were like demons, and his blood flowed faster.
The surface of his body became even brighter red, but he ignored it and was fearless. Death was just a natural joke in his eyes!
With his back to Pan, Alonso tilted his head slightly, without moving his sword or anyone, waiting for the opponent to attack.
Pan's aura expanded rapidly, and the silky white domineering force made him look like a white-haired mad lion. The domineering force roared in the air, the sand and stones rose, the gravity was unbalanced, and countless gravel exploded into dust under the extreme pressure of the domineering force. With this strike, he
Take action: "Iron King Lion·The Dawn of Justice!"
"Good move." Alonso's sword tip picked up gravel and knocked away the scabbard not far away, and met the enemy with one palm: "Vashak's Sin of Ice~!"