The words that whispered were not temporary comfort, nor were they random guesses, because she, who had been the closest to him, knew that the man had indeed begun to fall into some strange mental state.
He turned around and knocked down a black-clad shieldman who had just rushed out of the building. Duan Qing's black dagger suddenly flashed on his body for a moment, and then stepped on one foot, while passing by his body, he killed the man. The iron shield that fell to the ground kicked up. He didn't have time to check the attributes on this shield. He stabbed at another black figure behind him without looking back. Then at the same moment when the opponent raised his sword to parry, he just flew over his head and was caught by his own hand. The shield was slapped on the opponent's face. Amidst the dull collision of gold and iron and blood, a violent airflow exploded from the contact surface between the two. Duan Qing, who had not moved his body at all, twisted his waist and turned sideways. The sword in his hand spun twice in a row, and finally moved between the two. The black assassin, who was pushed back again, suddenly threw the shield stained with blood as he retreated.
"I thought... I would never use this kind of thing again."
The shield spun in the air, creating a dazzling light and shadow, and hit one of the men in black on the head exactly. Then it bounced to the right as the man fell upside down, hitting the center of the forehead of another assassin in black. : "This way of playing games..."
"It's very hurtful."
The shield still containing huge power bounced into the air again, and Duan Qing ducked to avoid the horizontal slash of the last dagger coming from behind. Then he raised his hand and locked it, and blocked the one that was about to pass over his head. But his arm, which was locked instantly, stretched out a large semicircle. The black sword light flashed past the chest of the figure who fell to the ground on his back. He rolled back to the center of the street and turned into a black shadow again. Then, two fireballs were about to hit the figure who was still in the team. In front of the red barrier in the center, a fiery red spherical shield flashed past: "You remember..."
"Share the damage."
A wave of ripples flashed across the surface of the red lotus barrier intertwined with various unknown runes, absorbing the two flying fireballs like water waves. Xiao Hongchen, who had just raised his sword to block another assassin, only felt a flash in front of his eyes. Hua, and then found that the other party had fallen in front of him: "Go out after the sharing is done, Xiaoqian will not be able to bear it."
"Huh? Oh..."
Looking back at the slightly pale profile of the red-haired girl who was holding a red staff and slowly following Pamir, Xiao Hongchen nodded belatedly, but before he could take two steps out, They were pushed back again by the large number of enemies who rushed in front of them: "Where did these weirdos come from? They can't be killed no matter how hard they are..."
"Listening to the slogans they shouted before, they should be lurkers sent in by the empire in advance."
The murmuring and relaxed voice on the other side also echoed in the team, accompanied by her supporting sword swing: "However, if you consider that restorer..."
"The Ancient Magic Empire can also be referred to as the Empire, right?"
"That's true."
Ningyu Ninglan, who had returned from nowhere, suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and then disappeared in the reflection of several metal threads that were difficult to discern with the naked eye: "They... seem to be unfamiliar with the imperial people behind them."
"But this is too much, right? How many people have they brought in during this period... No, the Empire has already moved in?"
Mengzhu, who was wearing a cloak, hunched over and returned to the barrier, looked at the figures of more and more imperial soldiers advancing from the back of the street in the distance: "Oops! What to do, what to do, what to do..."
"How about you carry Pamir and run away?"
Pointing his thumbs up behind him, Duan Qing, who suddenly appeared next to the little girl, showed a comforting smile, and then dragged the body of the other man in black that he had just pierced towards the enemy formation on the left rear. Zhong rushed out: "If I had the confidence to protect myself... maybe it would be faster than now?"
"I, I don't have the ability."
Sliding away from another flying arrow, Mengzhu whispered in a low voice: "It's you...why don't you carry it?"
"That's certainly a solution."
Amidst the sounds of metal clashing again in the distance, Duan Qing's voice came back vaguely: "But..."
"Pamir will definitely not agree to such a method."
He raised his head and glanced at the two figures, one fat and one thin, who were still walking forward. He took a long breath with some understanding, and then slammed the ground hard, erecting a wall in front of him. . Several black-clothed assassins who sprinted too hard obviously did not expect that the man in front of them who came and went like the wind could actually use magic. They were caught off guard and knocked out splashes of earth and rocks, and before they could raise their own weapons, Weapons, when these obstacles were smashed, more and more earthen walls began to appear under their feet, lifting all the assassins on the right side of the street into the air two stories high.
"Xiaoqian!"
"knew--!"
The cry that seemed to come from the soul came from the mouth of Qian Zhihe who gritted his teeth and moved forward, then turned into a flying meteor, whizzing towards the target on the street, blowing away several black figures who had no time to react. go out. The red-haired girl who lowered her arms gasped loudly as if she had just lifted a heavy hammer. Then, surrounded by the black daggers and metal wires that rushed forward, the girl with long blue hair Xuyu Liushang also calmly retreated to the side of the red ball of light, turned around and slashed out a flawless arc: "You have exhausted too much physical strength, don't show off anymore."
"But, but..."
"Listen, to become a master, energy saving and planning are also very important."
The fireball that descended again in mid-air split into two halves in a perfect sword arc, spreading their respective firelights to both sides of the street. Xuyu Liushang, who did not turn around, also withdrew his sword at the same time and assumed a defensive posture: " Duan...Qingshan may not have taught you this, after all, he has never been a magician, but I..."
"I still have some experience more or less."
The slender sword body unique to women threw a curved silk thread in the air, making a harsh crackling sound. Finally, with the frantic movement of the surrounding airflow, the sword body was completely stretched out. The scattered sword energy whizzed past Pamir's ears and slapped on the ground on the street on the right. Several people who had just managed to escape after Duan Qing and the two men had cleaned up the mess were also struck again by these tiny sword shadows. Cut to the ground: "The threats on the ground have almost been cleared..."
"Next...it's your time."
"oh oh!"
Seeing Duan Qing's figure suddenly leaping onto the roof on the right, Mengzhu, who was hiding in the shield, nodded suddenly, and then after hiding around for a while, he also touched the row of buildings on the left. The sounds of fierce battles and shouts followed the fluctuations of magic, and then resounded in the sky on both sides of the street a few breaths later. Xuyu Liushang, who had witnessed this scene, also safely stepped out of the red lotus barrier, and at the same time moved towards Qian. Zhihe made a temporary safety gesture: "Remove first, they will deal with those magicians."
"Hoo, ho..."
The red-haired girl who was already sweating profusely took back her staff and gasped weakly: "I've never lasted this long before, I'm so tired..."
"We've probably only walked halfway, and there's still a long way to go."
As this voice sounded, Duan Qing's figure returned to the front of the team. He put away the dagger with blood on it, and at the same time suppressed the inexplicable aura floating around his body: "And..."
"These are just small soldiers. There are a lot of troubles behind..."
As his eyes turned, several teammates who were traveling slowly began to look in the direction of a certain intersection. The man in the trench coat who had disappeared before faintly appeared in the corner there, and several others appeared at the same time. A confronting figure also dressed in black, but with his head and face exposed. Huan Meng, who had his back to Duan Qing, seemed to have been injured, and the one hand standing behind him was trembling unconsciously, but his slowly retreating movements seemed to be as calm as his tone: "Finally, it's here. Well, you people..."
"It's really commendable that we managed to catch up here." The leading man in black replied in a low voice: "You've been wandering around outside for the past few days, are you thinking about how to get in?"
"It's obviously inappropriate to come all the way here to be a guest. It's obviously inappropriate to bring too many people." Looking sideways at the scene behind him, Huanmeng stopped retreating: "Otherwise... I would have found you traitors long ago. .”
"Traitor? It seems you still haven't understood the situation."
A sword shadow with a black sword energy suddenly passed through the air of the confrontation, and at the same time, there was a voice belonging to the man in black with a grin: "We people... are not the lackeys of Dawn Glory in the first place." ah!"
boom!
The man in the trench coat stepped back and raised his arms to block it, as if he did not intend to bring the battle between them into the advancing team. However, the expected corrosive power did not splash on him as expected, because he was located in the team. The black dagger of a certain man among them had already stabbed the man's side first: "I said..."
"Won't you introduce it to us?"
In an instant, he separated into the figures on both sides. Duan Qing waved to Pamir and the fat man who had just passed by. Then he tilted his head and asked the man in the windbreaker beside him: "The origin of these colleagues?"
"Moshang Qingshan...right?"
Before Huanmeng could give his answer, another player in black in the group opposite weighed the long knife in his hand and slowly walked over: "We know your origins, but... we still have to advise you. "
"Don't get involved in our affairs."
"C hand? No, no, no..."
Among the figures retreating calmly, Duan Qing and Huanmeng slowly returned to the center of Valletta Street, then pointed to the end of the queue that had passed by, and replied innocently: " Do you think we are passers-by in the story, who like to meddle in other people’s business when we have nothing to do? We are just passing by. If you have anything to do, please feel free to do so. I can guarantee that... this friend of mine will never care about you again. ”
"Let's go on."
With the weird smile on Huanmeng's face next to him, Duan Qing pulled on his tattered windbreaker, then ignored the players in black who also looked confused, and chased towards the rear of his team. Among the intersecting figures that were still flying towards Duan Qing and the others, a black aura surged towards Duan Qing and others. He looked back expressionlessly, and what caught his eye was those belonging to them. The player was angry and smiled fiercely: "Are you..."
"A bit too contemptuous?"
Oops……
The bulging windbreaker rotated rapidly again. Huan Meng, whose gloves on both fists had become tattered, gritted his teeth and broke away from the team's last line of defense. A cold sword energy once again brushed his body. Like lightning, the player in black at the front appeared in front of him: "You are right..."
The same Pei Ran aura as before once again appeared on Duan Qing's face. He blocked Huan Meng's body first, and then slashed down with an incredible movement. Then he swung his sword and swept away, slashing away Huan Meng. The player's black sword slashed diagonally on the surface of another shield: "I do..."
"I don't take you people seriously."
The black sword shadow moved from top to bottom, crossing the surface of the shield wrapped in black aura at a speed that cut through space. Then, with the abnormal power, it flew the player and shield into the distance. Duan Qing, who was full of solemnity, immediately retracted the one-handed side slashing action. It seemed that the previous violent blow did not have any inertia effect on him. Among the figures that were attacking with swords and swords breathing black energy, He turned around and pushed away the man in the trench coat. He picked up another unknown long sword that had fallen to the ground. Then, amid the sparks generated by a series of metal frictions, he ran diagonally into one of the men in black. in the arms. The rustling sound of corrosion and the figure of the man with chest tightness and vomiting blood appeared at the same time in Huanmeng's sight. The weapon that had lost a lot of durability was raised in the air, and the man who twisted around immediately threw away the black energy. Out of close range, he raised his sword and knocked away the opponent's weapon. The broken sword, which was already riddled with holes, turned strangely in the air, and the hilt appeared on the bridge of the player's nose: "If the iron-melting magical skill can unify In terms of Jianghu..."
"That old guild in Jianghu should have been extinct long ago!"
He used both hands to stagger the swordsman in front of him, and then threw the broken sword in his other hand into the face of another black figure that had just rushed up behind him. The moment the last long knife on the right struck again, he once again pulled the body that had been beaten by him in front of him, and then flew up with a kick, taking the body that served as a human shield together with the long knife behind him. The hands flew away together.
"When it comes to sneaking around and touching dogs, I admit that you are the better ones."
In the scene of two black figures flying across the street like meteors, Duan Qing, who was still solemn, shook his long sword, then waved to Huanmeng behind him, turned around and chased after his team: "But... we are on the battlefield now."
"With the abilities of you guys... please don't get involved in the affairs of us guys, okay?"
"you……!"
Looking at the figures of the two people gradually pulling away, the player who fell to the ground clutching his chest shouted angrily: "Loser! How dare you be so arrogant? Just wait..."
"When the imperial army arrives, I will make your life worse than death!"
"Come on though."
Looking at the street that became clear again in front of him, Duan Qing slowly caught up behind Pamir and waved his hand without looking back.
"Who the loser is...it's not certain yet."
