The Astartes Text of the Bear School Volume 268 Shadow Technique has no time to chat or express emotions.
On the battlefield of deathmatch, even farewells must be concise and efficient.
Old Robert planted the giant sword that was already unstable on the ground, and then rushed towards Master Xianfeng and the three undead insects without looking back.
"For Robert"
This middle-aged man who came here from Europe across the ocean shouted his son's name loudly, which was also his own name.
The undead insect’s ferocious teeth and appendages produced dazzling sparks on the front of his armor.
But he ignored it and rushed directly into the base where the insects were attached, the Immortal Peak Master.
The thick arms tightly hugged the instant Buddha with only a handful of bones left, and the sound of fractures was heard endlessly.
The undead also embraced the enemy that came to their doorstep.
The centipedes’ countless appendages tightly wrapped and entangled old Robert.
The sound of chitin rubbing against steel is chilling.
Under the steel armor, thick blood was dripping.
The centipedes have already inserted their appendages into the weak points of the armor and are beginning to touch the flesh inside the armor.
Old Robert was clearly and slowly feeling the touch of being slowly tightened and torn apart.
This terrifying feeling reminded him of the bug he caught and tore off its legs and feet one by one when he was a child.
It’s just that the person who is being slowly torn apart now is himself.
But Old Robert still did not let go, he still tightly imprisoned Master Xianfeng in place.
The undead insect that jumps and moves like a spring is now wrapped around him and cannot move.
The withered flesh of the Immortal Peak Master was hugged and squeezed into a ball, and the short knife inserted above his head was still scratching his skull and mandible.
There was no expression on his face that was as withered as a skeleton. He just lowered his head and recited silently.
"I'm sorry, I'm merciful, Buddha, please be merciful and save the suffering."
The human body is hugging and the centipede's body is entangled, like a drawing from the eighteenth level of hell.
Lan En had no unnecessary expression, nor did he look at this scene more.
He just gritted his teeth calmly and pulled out Old Robert's giant sword.
The huge sword body is dim and dirty, and it looks like a hard-working thing that has been on the battlefield.
Lan En’s leather glove tightened on the hilt of the sword, making a "crunching" sound as the leather was compressed and rubbed.
"This weight is appropriate, right, Mentos"
With a width of one and a half palms and a length of 1.8 meters, the steel giant sword weighs dozens of kilograms. This is not a weapon that ordinary people can use.
It is not even a weapon that ordinary people can pick up. But for monster hunting
"Yes, it fits, sir."
Mentos knows Lann.
It knew that its main body didn't care whether the giant sword fit or not, but it still agreed.
The giant sword was held in the demon hunter's hand, making a whimpering sound.
This wind sound is completely different from the sharp sound breaking through the air when holding the sword and the sword of the lake girl. There is a sense of oppression that makes people want to cover their chests to calm their heartbeats.
The eight hundred nuns had just passed by Ashina Isshin.
The gold and steel dragon knife made a cut on her waist. The phantom-like body did not bleed, but a handful of liquid that was like a viscous splash was brought out.
Ashina Isshin's physical strength was on the verge of reaching its limit, and he could not even completely dodge the opponent's naginata blade this time.
A large piece of the raincoat on the shoulder was cut off, just a hair's breadth short of it, and the entire arm had to be removed.
Under the Prajna masks of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, there was a sinister laughter.
But she was not prepared to continue fighting with Ashina Isshin.
Her purpose has always been very clear and clear
Combined with Master Xianfeng, these enemies who have long been exhausted will naturally be easily eliminated.
She is not a samurai, not even a warrior. She is just a guard with a sword to protect the dragon.
I don’t have too much psychological baggage, and I don’t care about the persistence and glory on the blade.
We have received the gift of the dragon insect and gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Immortality is a long journey to enlightenment.
I heard that the dragon came to this place from his hometown in the west. From this, we have understood the reason for being granted immortality.
The dragon must be kept in the cradle and sent back to its hometown.
For this reason, there must be no mistake in the cradle at this time
The eight hundred bhikkhunis floated up suddenly and lightly as if there were steel wires tied to their backs.
The sinister laughter resounded throughout the Buddhist hall.
But then
"Give it to me, get out of here"
The huge sword blade struck directly from mid-air with an appalling and suppressed sound of breaking through the air. Come down
Lan En exhaled hot breath from his open breathing mouth.
The air in front of his mouth and nose was even slightly distorted by the temperature.
The two hearts are running at an unprecedented speed, and the technique of controlling heart activity with breathing techniques learned through the ninja move book has taken effect.
The blood flowing out from the two hearts greatly increases the oxygen carrying capacity, and the blood pumped out by the second heart is additionally high in temperature for unknown reasons.
Lan En also poured into his mouth a combination of combat potions that he composed himself.
Thunder, blizzard, Maribo Forest.
Improve physical strength, nerve response, and vitality recovery speed respectively.
The poison of the potion invaded the blood vessels of the face and gathered in the eye sockets to form a deep black color.
The eight hundred bhikshuni who could have slashed Lan En away with one blow, but now after taking Lan En's giant sword, even his sinister laughter was choked back.
"When"
A huge sound and sparks.
The weight, length, and shape of the weapon are enough to support Lan En's strength to suppress it
Not only this time, Old Robert's sword directly suppressed the naginata of the eight hundred bhikkhunis. , and even pressed all the way to her chest
Due to the angle, the tip of the giant sword cut into the opponent's shoulder.
The broad and thick sword blade squeezed into the phantom-like flesh, and the damage caused by this sword far exceeded the combined damage suffered by the eight hundred nuns before.
She was no longer even stable when she landed. , His movements were originally like flying leaves, but now he staggered involuntarily when he landed on the ground.
"Oh, haha, what a beautiful one-stroke cut"
Even though he was out of breath and sweating, Ashina Isshin still laughed generously and praised.
Wei Mingryu has unfettered skills. It is of course good to use katana and tachi, but when facing opponents with large bodies and large weapons, he can directly use his giant sword to match his martial arts. Lan En's talent and adaptability made him very happy.
But Lan En himself does not have so many psychological fluctuations.
He just stared at the countdown timer set by Mentos in the corner of his field of vision.
Two minutes.
The two minutes that old Robert paid for with his life.
Thirty seconds have passed now.
The pair of cat eyes stared at the Prajna face after landing, like a very hungry bear.
The great feel of the giant sword, as well as his current state, even made Lan En want to join Isshin Ashina and simply kill this phantom first.
Isshin Ashina naturally had the same idea. He took advantage of the moment when the eight hundred bhikshuni fell to the ground and put the long sword into its sheath.
Using the low position of Iai Slash, he suddenly gets close to the opponent.
This is the starting position of Ashina's Cross Slash.
With Wei Ming's Isshin accomplishment, it is not difficult to behead the opponent with a knife when he is unstable
But then, in Lan En's unsuspecting eyes, the eerie and sharp laughter appeared It rang again.
Several clones that were exactly the same as the eight hundred bhikkhunis, except that their bodies were colored in ink, appeared like mirror images pulled out of the water.
A spell with unknown effect.
The witcher grasped the hilt of the giant sword and kept glancing around.
This is the reason why he never thought of killing eight hundred bhikkhunis quickly
As the highest-ranking leader, it is impossible for her to have strange back-up plans.
After all, even Master Xianfeng, who seems to have repented, has undead insects on his body that are not ordinary.
As the Lord of Mount Vajra, it is normal to know some magic.
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