The punch fell on the young swordsman's thin body like a kite with broken wings, and blood spurted from his nose and mouth and flew backwards. However, faced with such a tragic situation, Barong's expression did not reveal the slightest bit of joy, because he was the only one who knew that although the punch he threw hit the target, it actually did not bring him much real feeling. The guy seemed used to being beaten, and he must have made an evasive reaction at a speed that even he could hardly detect.
Holding the imaginary ice fist created by "Invitation of Snow Marks", Barong quickly took a step forward, and his heels landed on the ground with a loud bang. The swift wind of the fist brought a roar that broke through the air, and he launched a fierce attack on the opponent without leaving any room. pursuit.
With strength reaching level 220, Barong's physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people. The figure moving at this moment would have been recognized by the sage in the past for his extraordinary speed. But it didn't make much of a splash against the powerful enemy in front of him.
The young swordsman stabilized his figure while flying back. His light retreating steps met Barong's unspeakable and ferocious boxing skills, and he continued to dodge quickly without being able to identify his true body.
His cold eyes caught the cold that passed over his temples, and he saw through the fist that was strengthened by some kind of magic. The young swordsman tiptoed a little bit, and quickly distanced himself from the opponent, trying to retreat to a distance suitable for him.
But how could Balong give the opponent such an opportunity? It is precisely because he is good at using weapons that he knows that holding a long-handled weapon will be extremely disadvantageous in a close combat with an unarmed opponent, so he will never If the opponent can make full use of the sword, the distance of one foot and one sword is already a chasm that is difficult for the opponent to cross in his eyes!
Faced with Barong's leisurely pursuit, the young swordsman didn't even have time to swallow his breath. The continuous attacks were aimed at the fatal spot again and again.
Indeed, the young swordsman once thought that the object of his observation, the imperial commander on the battlefield, would definitely be a little-known strong man. After all, the power of the arrow just now was truly superior to that of a king. The absolute destructive power, but when he thought that the opponent's profession and ability were just that, he never thought that the opponent's close combat experience was so rich. That figure with only one arm left can actually use his fists as fast as his fists to the fullest!
"The look in your eyes, am I being underestimated?"
At this moment, Barong's joking voice came, and at the same time his overly sharp intuition sent a strong alarm to the young swordsman's brain, and he saw the space in front of him distorted in an instant. When he understood the true nature of the impact, When it turned out to be those fingers that were like rock spears, the outcome of this confrontation was already decided.
Hidden in the constant rain of punches, iron-like strength and weight were condensed into the two index fingers, striking out like thunder. No counterattack is allowed, aim at the arm wielding the sword, and the blow will penetrate the body and hit the heart!
However, the scene that happened in the next second caused Barong's pupils to shrink suddenly, and the direct attack on Huanglong was unsuccessful. At that moment, Barong's arm stopped. The frozen posture was just like his fist, motionless as a rock. What stood in front of that was a strange mirror with a complex frame and changeable lines, giving it a strong and ominous atmosphere.
The mirror took the fatal blow on behalf of the young swordsman and absorbed all its power. Before Barong could react, the sword that crossed the mirror horizontally came into his sight.
The sword was not flashy and was crisp and clean. In just a short moment, it left a scar on the man's face that looked like he had walked through snow.
Before his body was injured for the second time, Barong immediately pushed away from the young swordsman, and his nimble movements quickly avoided the opponent's successive sword counterattacks.
When the young man saw Barong retreating from him, he chuckled. He wanted to pursue but was restrained by Garius and Kujoji Genro who caught up later.
"It's a demon soldier!" Barong warned the two people trapped in the battle.
"The only one that has not yet appeared in the world - the last magic weapon?" After hearing this information, not only the two people fighting with the young swordsman, but also King Kunling who was assisting in the battle not far away became slightly more solemn.
"If we don't know the real name of the magic soldier, we can't restrict it. If Miss Grandpup can arrive at this time to support..."
"It's too late!" King Kunling just finished speaking when a scream from Gallius came from not far away.
"If my wish comes true, I hope you will see and hear me, listen to my prayers, and correct the judgment with justice——!"
While resisting the offensive pressure of the two, the young swordsman drew his sword and suddenly pointed at the mirror suspended in front of him. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, everyone's movements were frozen in mid-air, only the young swordsman's voice still lingered. flowing in this vacuum world.
"True Name Liberation——Chief Oplesser's Round Sky!"
The high-pitched sound fell, and the still world suddenly shattered like a broken treasure mirror. At the same time, the mirror of the magic soldier flipped and cast an incandescent light on the young swordsman. The injuries left under the light were recovered in an instant, and not only that. The attacks that were resisted and absorbed were also converted into an equal amount of magic power by the mirror, which was transmitted to the young swordsman.
Why is the real name of a person or an object important? The elf mage can't remember how many times he has answered this question raised by the younger generation. For a magician or magician who stands tall enough, as long as he knows the true name of an artifact, he can achieve certain specific goals. trip it under certain conditions.
If a martial arts cultivator like the Sword King has considerable physical fitness and can break his own restraints, and his true name is exposed and captured by the enemy, his actions will be more or less restricted. Therefore, this is a powerful person with the level of Lian Dharma King. The author also refused to reveal his real name easily.
On the contrary, revealing one's true name can also greatly enhance the power of a person or an object. After all, this is what the rules allow, and it is the "compensation" brought about by proactively making one's weaknesses known to the public.
When it first came out, the magic weapon was synonymous with mystery. No one knows its function, and no one knows its weaknesses. It should have been able to use this advantage to impose more "stumbling blocks" for its successors, but its first ruler did not do so.
The reason why a flower blooms is not because it is not afraid of withering, but because only at this moment can the seeds buried in the soil reflect the value of their lives in the eyes of the world.
"So, is your temptation over?"
Like a white lotus emerging from the mud but unsullied, the young man walked out of the radiance symbolizing sublimation with his sword in hand. He opened his eyes, and Ming Jing Shisui's gaze was confidently directed at the four people present.
"Then do you need me to repeat it again? You all, come together!"
