With a sword, he chopped off the young evil spirit's head. He stepped on the grass with his feet, and the fine grass leaves made a snapping and breaking sound. Hathaway realized that a large piece of grass under his feet had completely withered.
The Spiny Tail Crystal Lion leather armor on her body showed several new wounds, but the minor injuries on her body became less painful. She lowered her head and saw the crack on her chest, which the leather armor could not hide.
The turbulent peaks inside inevitably revealed a patch of white greasy color, which made Hathaway blush slightly.
A distance of several hundred meters is not too far for the evil ghost, and he rushes closer in the blink of an eye.
He Boqiang raised his shield to meet him, and a large piece of grassland under his feet withered again. The evil ghost warrior was extremely experienced in fighting. When he saw He Boqiang raising his shield to meet him, he stepped on the iris shield and jumped up high.
At the same time, he lowered his center of gravity, stabbed He Boqiang's right clavicle diagonally with the military spur in his left hand, and smashed He Boqiang's face with the other fist.
The swift and violent attack arrived in front of him in an instant. He Boqiang hurriedly squatted down, raised the iris shield above his head, and blocked the evil ghost's sharp blow.
The military thorn in the evil ghost's hand was stuck on the shield. What the evil ghost didn't expect was that the military thorn did not penetrate the shield. Only the tip was inserted into the shield, and with a "pop" sound, the sharp edge of the military thorn exploded into pieces.
There was only a shallow gap left on the shield.
Even so, under the evil ghost's full blow, He Boqiang felt a huge force hit him, and his knees, half kneeling on the grass, sank deeply into the soil.
The silver runes appeared on the shield, but they failed to hurt the evil ghost. The evil ghost fell to the ground and pursued him with a saw-tooth axe. He Boqiang hurriedly hid to the side, and the saw-tooth ax struck the iris shield with a dull sound.
There was a sound, and this time the silver runes flashed out from the iris shield, which stunned the evil ghost's body. However, the continuous heavy blows made the blood in He Boqiang's body surge, and he could not hold the Roman sword in his hand steadily, and he was unable to fight back.
Hathaway caught up from behind, and the evil ghost's tail swept towards Hathaway, forcing her back.
Then, he stepped in front of He Boqiang and punched him down.
The Roman sword in He Boqiang's hand faced the evil ghost's iron fist, and he subconsciously uttered:
'break!'
He Boqiang felt as if the blood in his body was being drawn out, and the blood turned into a trace of demonic energy surrounding the evil ghost's fist.
The evil ghost's iron fist exploded like a rotten egg in a microwave oven.
The Roman sword stabbed the evil ghost's bloody wrist and opened a foot-long wound on its arm. The evil ghost howled and struck down the saw-toothed axe in his hand again, but He Boqiang blocked it with his iris shield and took advantage of the situation to strike again.
The Roman sword was inserted into the demon's exposed calf of bone armor.
The evil ghost's calves originally had a hard and thick layer of bone, and there were some sharp bone spurs growing on the ankles and knees. It was difficult to cut with an ordinary stainless steel sword, but at this moment, there were actually holes on the evil ghost's feet and calves.
It was covered with fine cracks. The long sword in He Boqiang's hand was inserted into the evil ghost's calf. The cracked bone layers fell off like a dry river bed. The Roman sword easily cut into the evil ghost's calf, removing the bones inside.
Broken leg bones.
The evil ghost lost one of his legs and his body collapsed.
At this time, the second evil ghost had arrived. When it saw that one of its two companions was dead and the other injured, it immediately let out an angry roar. This roar sounded, and several evil ghost roars sounded in the distance at the same time. It seemed to be heading towards
Pass information around.
Of course, He Boqiang would not give the injured evil ghost a chance to breathe. When the evil ghost fell, he stepped on the evil ghost's shoulder and thrust the Roman sword into the evil ghost's heart. At this time, Hathaway rushed over.
, taking advantage of the evil spirit's inability to resist, cut off the evil spirit's head.
The third evil ghost has already rushed ten meters away...
'break'
As He Boqiang shouted, the blood was once again pulled out of the body by an invisible force, and a faint demonic energy rushed towards the third evil ghost's knee. He Boqiang originally thought that the evil ghost's knee would explode, but in fact
it's not true.
I saw a few fine lines cracking the bone layer of the evil ghost's knees. The evil ghost's knees softened and he almost fell over.
But then he returned to normal and continued to attack He Boqiang.
Seeing this situation, He Boqiang realized that the 'Whisper of Death' was not effective on all casters, or that the bearing capacity of his knees was too strong, resisting He Boqiang's 'Whisper of Death'. When He Boqiang saw the evil ghost rushing towards him, he raised his
Fight with shield.
The iris shield lit up with faint silver runes, which was so dazzling in the eyes of evil spirits.
He Boqiang kept moving away from the flatbed truck, turning his back to the direction in which the evil spirits came, and retreated step by step. Several evil ghosts came flying towards him from a thousand meters away.
The modified Roman sword in his hand pierced the evil ghost's jaw again...
…
Two quarters of an hour later, He Boqiang bent down and chopped off the head of the seventh evil ghost. His legs were a little weak, so he sat down on the grass.
The two finally broke through a large hole in the hunting net set by the evil spirit, but they were exhausted at this time. They both lay in the grass to regain their physical strength.
The 'Blessed Body' recovered very quickly. He Boqiang lay on his back among the grass.
The clear blue sky above our heads is dotted with white clouds that flow past our eyes in various shapes and forms.
He took off a kettle from his waist and raised his hand to Miss Hathaway, who immediately said she didn't need it, pulled out the cork of the kettle, poured it down, and wiped the purple blood on her face.
I rinsed it all away, and finally drank all the water in the kettle in one go.
The shield was still beside his arm, but the modified Roman sword was stuck diagonally on the grass.
Hathaway didn't know where to take out a delicate leather water bag. First, she soaked a clean handkerchief with water, wiped her face carefully, took two sips, and sat in the grass to apply a hemostatic bandage.
Bandaging her wounds, the female swordsman who came to the Bena Province Advanced Swordsman Academy had more scars than He Bo, but her eyes were still full of excitement, especially after the battle.
The exquisite tight-fitting leather pants under the leather skirt outline her slender lines, and the exquisite long sword in her hand is dyed with a layer of purple blood.
She smiled inexplicably at He Boqiang and said:
"Little Duck, if you can return to Bena City alive this time and tell your friends about killing nine evil ghosts with a reserve knight in the Warsaw plane, no one will believe it!"
He Boqiang looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, waiting for the power to return to his body as soon as possible, and said intently: "Do you care about other people's opinions?"
Hathaway held her knees with her hands and sat quietly next to him. She followed his gaze to the sky above her head and found that there was nothing but clouds above her head. However, she did not immediately look back, but squinted.
Eyes squinting, he said: "Of course, if I can show my worth to them, maybe I won't be treated as a flower vase to marry those outstanding young nobles they need to make friends with."
She exhaled softly, turned to look at He Boqiang, and thought in her mind: This may be the price of freedom.
He Boqiang could only try not to look at her breasts because the teardrops in her leather breastplate were exposed after she sat down, but he couldn't get that white greasy look out of his mind.
He patted the seven round evil ghost heads next to him and said to Hathaway: "Then do you want to take these back?"
Hathaway stared at him, raised the corners of her mouth with a slight upward arc, and asked, "You want to give these to me?"
"Of course, you can only take what belongs to you..."
He Boqiang added, pushing the three evil ghost heads next to her towards her.
"Ah! Take it away quickly, it's so dirty..." The female swordsman shouted, with uncontrollable joy in her voice.
He Boqiang didn't understand why Hathaway, who had just grabbed the horns on the demon's head without hesitation and chopped off the head without hesitation, started to dislike these demon heads now.
However, he didn't think much about it. He stood up, strung the evil ghost heads together with a rope and hung them around his waist. He said to Hathaway: "Let's go meet Trollope Knight and the others. I'm afraid we have to hurry up."