After Mojia yelled, it didn't take long before he lost his voice. Jace secretly cursed an idiot.
He looked up at the slowly coming smoke and dust and slowly closed his eyes.
Soon, the smoke swallowed Jace up.
The incoming smoke and dust did not continue to move forward after passing over Jace, but instead swirled around him.
In response to this, Jace stood there as if he didn't know anything about it.
After a while, the swirling smoke suddenly stopped in place,
But at this moment, Jace moved. He drew his sword and stepped forward to slash. This extremely fast speed did not disturb the smoke in the slightest. It was still floating according to the established trajectory.
A soft clang!
The smoke and dust then slowly began to vibrate around, revealing the area it had covered.
The moonlight was like a gauze, and the shadows of two people were clearly imprinted on the ground. One of them was Jace. He leaned forward and held the sword in his hand in a slashing posture, but the sword was blocked by a dead tree. At the other end of the rotten wood, which seemed to break at a moment's notice, a pale hand was held there, and the owner of this hand,
It was Anderson.
"Did you kill Mojia?" Jess looked at Anderson, who was wrestling with him without losing, with a gloomy expression.
At this time, Anderson looked as pale as a sickly old man. His eyes were staring straight at Jace, with bottomless darkness in his pupils.
"Kill you and everything will be over."
Jace narrowed his eyes. He heard the implication from Anderson's words. Unexpectedly, in this short period of time, not only Mojia died, but even Bate was not spared. The other party's actions were worse than he expected. Much faster.
But, to be honest, the desperate and crazy smell exuding from Anderson is really mouth-watering.
Jess couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and grinned: "Okay, okay, okay, this is the momentum, this is the attitude. In order to kill me, dance hard at the last moment of your life, blooming with more beautiful despair." , and madness!”
Smiling and laughing, his voice suddenly changed and his expression turned ferocious.
"Then go to hell..."
Jace's hand strength suddenly increased greatly, and the sword blade immediately suppressed the dead wood and slid forward.
Just when he was about to stab Anderson,
Anderson suddenly let go of the dead wood, and no other movement was seen, and his body actually slid backwards.
It turned out that his feet had been fixed by two canes, and the canes carried him backwards, avoiding Jace's stab.
Jace hit the air with a thrust. When he saw Anderson was about to run, he immediately kicked away the dead wood, stepped forward, and slashed forward with the sword in both hands.
A purple-black sword light drew from the blade and cut towards Anderson.
The sword light was fast and fierce, catching up with Anderson who had already slipped some distance away, and passed through him with a sneer.
However, Jace did not show any expression of joy after hitting the target. Instead, he quickly pulled back the hilt of the sword and struck to the right.
Click…
His sword struck a dead wood, and the long sword penetrated three-thirds of the wood. The person holding the wood was Anderson.
'Anderson', who was cut off by the sword light in the distance, fell to the ground and remained motionless. When he took a closer look,
But it's a piece of wood,
"it's over!"
Jace pressed the sword again, but this time the dead wood in Anderson's hand was unexpectedly fragile and broke with a click.
Jace used too much force, lost his balance, and fell forward. Suddenly, a branch appeared on the ground in front of him, and the two were about to collide.
At this moment, Jace stretched out his left hand and grabbed the branch, and swung his sword towards Anderson with his right hand.
Anderson retreated again, but this time Jess became impatient. He stabilized his body and chased after him.
"Dance of despair!"
Purple-black light attaches to the long sword,
As Jace danced step by step, the light in the sword turned into rays of sword light, slashing at Anderson continuously.
At such a close distance, Anderson didn't even have a chance to dodge. He was forced to retreat continuously. Around him, dead trees were pulled over, and they swarmed towards the sword lights like moths to the flames.
In the blink of an eye, broken branches piled up on the ground...
At this time, it was one kilometer away from the sinkhole.
Another battle is quietly brewing,
Bufan and Dar stood at the front of the team. Although Chenxing was covered in scars, he still came to Bufan and the others without hesitation.
As for the non-combatants Siya and Mr. Li, they had already dragged Ax, who had regained consciousness but was seriously injured, to evacuate to a distance. At the rear of the combat team was the spellcaster Dick. He stood on the spot and prayed in a low voice. .
Everyone, we have already lined up and are waiting for each other's arrival.
Looking at the limping figure of Morning Star,
Bufan's mouth moved slightly,
He wanted to say something, but the words turned into a sigh when he reached his lips.
The opponent is a three-level master, and he is also a strong master with strange behavior.
On his side, there are only three sergeants who can fight. This level of strength is not enough for others to fill their teeth.
So Chenxing joined in, and no one said anything. After all, if they lose, everyone will be finished.
Coupled with Chenxing, a semi-disabled division, everyone barely had the confidence to fight.
Besides, if Dick's conjecture is correct,
Then, as long as he waits until he successfully casts the spell,
Victory will come!
In a word, persistence is victory!
Thinking of this, Bufan subconsciously touched his neck, but there was nothing next to his neck, and his necklace that never left his body had disappeared.
They came closer on the 16th, and true to their usual characteristics, they rushed towards Bufan and the others without saying any nonsense.
Open your eyes!
Bufan and Dar ran forward at the same time, while Chenxing, who had difficulty walking, stayed where he was. Yaoxing, who had put his sword in its scabbard, looked ahead with a solemn expression.
After a few breaths, Bufan and the others faced off against the man in black.
"Vajra body!"
As he ran, Dahl's thin body expanded rapidly, his clothes exploded, and his burly figure was revealed. The angular muscles illustrate the aesthetics of strength.
All the muscles in his body did not affect his speed at all. When Dahl stepped hard, a big crater appeared under his feet, and he used the momentum to eject like a cannonball. He took the lead in starting the battle.
"Buddha's punch!"
The target that Dahl aimed at was No. 22, whom he had sneak attacked before. But compared to before, No. 22 was obviously more prepared. When Dahl rushed over, he punched him. With his bare hands, he faced the man wearing gloves. Dahl.
boom…
Like two boulders colliding, a shock spread outwards with the two as the center.
But the two people who were shocked remained motionless.
have equal shares,
No, it should be said that Dahl, who was going all out, and No. 22 were evenly matched with a single blow with his bare hands!
Seeing this, even though Dahl knew what was going on, he was still a little bit disgusted. He didn't think much more, waved his fists, and hit No. 22 at an extremely fast speed.
Compared to Dahl's wide open and close attacks, Bufan's attacks are a bit more delicate. He has not learned any advanced swordsmanship, so relying on his basic swordsmanship and a plug-in-like mind, what he is best at is close combat.
No. 16 waved his sword and slashed forward. Bufan in front came up to him like a fool.
However, when they got closer, No. 16 discovered that the opponent was actually clinging to the blade, dodging the knife's blow with just a hair's breadth and getting closer to him.
This strong sense of familiarity reminded No. 16 of the previous pursuit of Bufan.
Bufan has become more skillful in using his mind's eye...
