Chapter 272 Chapter 271 Kill
From Lan En pulling out the Immortal Slash from the limp body of Kurokasa no Raccoon to him stuffing half of the God Eater into the mouth of the ninja.
Twelve seconds in total.
The three undead insects on the Immortal Peak Master are monsters that ordinary people, even well-equipped senior warriors like Old Robert, cannot deal with.
To a large extent, this difficulty stems from the fact that these three bugs cannot be killed at all.
No matter how much you chop them, it won’t help. If you divide them into several sections and nail them to the wall, they will tear apart their bodies without feeling and break free from their restraints. Then get active again.
But once you have the right weapons that can cause damage to them, the threat of these three giant centipedes is directly equivalent to the monsters worth more than 20 orons in the magical world.
The Immortal Slash is too targeted. After an undead insect is touched by the blade of the Immortal Slash, it is more efficient than using a silver sword coated with corresponding sword oil to kill the monster.
When Lan En rushed to Isshin Ashina, this old man with a strong temper despite being thin and weak was chopped away with a knife for the first time.
His Tengu mask had long been split in half, and the short raincoat on his shoulders had been dismembered by a naginata into strips of reeds, which were scattered throughout the temple.
Now Ashina Isshin looks like an old man wearing ordinary civilian clothes who is about to breathe to death.
When the Immortal Peak servants turned into dust, the huge Master of the Immortal Peak Temple behind him suddenly let out a sharp roar.
Ashina Isshin smacked his lips heavily, and although the sweat was flowing down his face, he was still ready to withstand it.
Martial arts attainment is nothing more than the power squeezed from outside the body.
Wait for Ashina to finish the classic hurried head raise and then exhale.
For any abnormal person whose life is based on body functions, it is not yet the moment of death.
Without any hesitation.
Perhaps the long life and mutation have not caused you to lose your language ability.
The master, who had one hand cut off, clamped the bounced long naginata pole into his armpit, and then stabbed it out backwards
The blood-red blade was pulled out. There was an afterimage of the red belt, and two "puff" sounds were heard, and huge splashes were made on the thighs of the four hundred bhikkhunis.
But now, the eight worms under the Immortal Peak servant have not been solved yet
"Easy"
However, the remaining energy gained from squeezing oneself out of the body It’s too disgusting to use it for defense
It’s just a small amount, half a minute is enough
“Dang”
On the Prajna mask, at this time came out A sharp and clear cry of pain.
I only don’t have a hard top.
Although Lan En is still very vague about the opponent's shadow magic., but now the hand holding the prayer beads has been cut into a puddle of water, which should hinder your ability to cast spells no matter what.
The body, which is still as low as 2.7 meters, serves as a step for the old man.
And just when this dancing blade came over like a wheel, Ashina Isshin's gold and steel dragon sword was about to push down
But it was waiting for it to land, The phantom's body turned into ashes.
The old sword master looked like a strong young demon hunter, and he did not have the energy to dodge by jumping to avoid the seven swords.
After all, I still want to cut a few more cuts at the front of my life.
My knees press the opponent's shoulders, my right hand holds one of the ghost horns of the Prajna Mask, letting you expose your neck, and the long knife in my left hand holds your throat.
This huge circle of sparks stunned Ashina Isshin, the creator of the carp climbing move.
While screaming, you swing your monk robe and naginata again.
Each sword carries a sharp and terrifying air blade, and each sword is steady and swift.
Wearing heavy armor and holding a blood-red wild sword in his hand, Lan En broke into the battle circle from the dust where the servants of the Immortal Peak had turned.
He used his distraction to focus on the two battlefields. Ashina Isshin and Lan En only focused on the four hundred bhikkhunis, and the difficulty of the battle dropped sharply.
Ashina concentrated on squeezing out the last bit of life force outside his body, followed the back of the naginata and the long pole, and stepped on the left arm of the four hundred bhikshuni
Ashina Isshin has seen that move before. Just now, four hundred bhikkhunis used those seven swords to forcefully chop away the big guy Lan En.
With a "puff", the blade was pushed back from the throat and in front of the neck. Spurting out illusory water splashes.
In front of the heavily armored man, the old man in civilian clothes smiled and greeted him.
The power of the combat potion combination was also concentrated in Lan En’s eyes and under his eyeballs, making me like a midnight ghost.
Because I died in a mundane enough sword fight.
The two hearts operate at ultra-low power, and the huge amount of oxygen carried in the blood causes the entire body to retreat into a stimulant state.
That was the ending of "Wrong and Wrong"
Calm sparks and loud noises
"Help, right"
The right hand of the four hundred bhikkhunis, which was holding the Buddhist bead ornaments, and the narrow cassock monk's robe, were cut into a piece of water
There was the sound of the cloth and flesh being torn together. A huge amount of water, like blood, was brought out by the airflow blade under the blade and splashed into the air.
Just like when I was young and killed the young general of the Imperial Household, my straw sandals stepped on the back of the naginata's thrust.
"Stab"
Excellent Techniques, plus explosive power.
Dengli blocked the spot where the light was checked, allowing the four hundred bhikkhunis to block the seven-consecutive circle sweep, but it was stuck back in the first circle
Zaiwei Before the two sword strikes between Ming Yixin and Lan En,The purple bodies of the four hundred bhikkhunis fell forward as if they had lost the control of their consciousness.
Lan En's eyes, which had not yet been dyed pure white by the potion, looked at the immortal monk warmly.
Ashina Isshin fell from mid-air now, half-kneeling on the ground with his sword in its scabbard. It was obvious that I wanted to take a small breath, but my burned-out body couldn't respond to my will.
So before ascending the carp and flicking the knife, it was natural to use the ascending carp.
The half of the Devouring God that Lan En had been holding in his hand roughly shoved it back out of the old man's mouth.
Lan En was like a flash of light, flashing past the upper plate of purple light and shadow at a very high position.
But the demon hunter took a look at it and rushed backwards
This was seven small-scale sweeps like a dance.
But the old man who has not been beheaded all his life does not have the regret, fear, and resistance of any special person, and I have a smile on his lips.
The short-term and small loss of those water splashes seems to have affected the basis of the phantom's existence.
At that moment, Lan En should have quickly withdrawn to deal with the impending collapse of the battle on the other side, so as to expand the results of the victory.
Hold the handle of the knife with one hand, put pressure on the back of the knife with the other hand, and pull it deeply and firmly
Is it rust or rust? The blade of Xue Wu's Taito thrust directly into the retreating opponent's dance circle
At the same time, Cha Guang's Death Slash pressed its blade against the chest and abdomen of the four hundred bhikkhunis.
But even this old man, who was about to die from being out of breath, still had a mighty sound of cutting through the air with the blade in his hand.
The huge body of purple light and shadow can be restrained from being thrown forward by the force of the knife.
Those powers are supposed to be things deep in the body that are used to maintain life, but now Ashina Isshin has used my scarce things to wield his sword.
Although I can ensure that every sword strike can cause damage to four hundred bhikkhunis, the frequency of my attacks is not high enough to be noticeable.
Spells generally require gestures, spells, or spell catalysts.
The sharp scream sounded again.
The long time, the nourishment of the water of the source, and the things accumulated by the four hundred bhikkhunis of the dragon's bestowal insect allow you to even suppress Cha Guang in a single stage of wrestling, this two-minded ghost .
"Spell, right?"
"Death, right"
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