My Lady Queen

In any case, whether Sasha was intentional or unintentional, in short, she threw the wish in front of Cymbeline, which at least gave him a chance for a fair duel.

If the strength of the two people is also the same.

However, Wishing had personally seen Cymbeline single-handedly singled out more than a dozen Winged Men. Although there were some elements of drama in it, Cymbeline was merciless in killing the Winged Men.

Although making a wish is a bit arrogant, he hasn't gotten carried away. He knows very well that his strength is incomparable to this guy.

Leaving aside other things for the time being, the long sword on the opponent's back was almost as tall as his height, but his hands were empty, and he didn't even have anything to parry.

Cymbeline was also taken aback just now, he had no idea that Yishasha's not-so-strong body could actually throw such a big person like Wishing in the air.

However, this surprise was only temporary, and Cymbeline had returned to normal before Wishing got up.

He said in a cold tone: "Hmph, it's fine if you bring it to your door, I originally wanted you to be a sacrifice for Ash Wings, but before that, I'm willing to beat you until you're breathless, it's also for the sake of it." Xiaolong revenge."

Wishing to cry without tears: "If you want revenge, go to jail, why do you want me!"

Cymbeline slowly drew out the long sword behind his back, the sharp edge of the sword reflected the coquettish crimson red of the magma, revealing a strange killing intent.

"Stop talking nonsense, if it weren't for you, with my sword energy, how could Xiaolong be caught. And there is no room for two tigers. I don't care how you came to this world, but from now on, only I can freely shuttle between the two. between planes."

The wishing heart trembled, he had fully confirmed that this guy really wanted to get rid of himself and then hurry up.

After saying these few words, Wishing quickly searched the exchange list of the Summoning Altar, hoping to find a weapon at hand.

It's a pity, how can he exchange for a powerful weapon with his mere willingness.

Cymbeline glanced and saw that the waves in the lava lake were getting more and more turbulent, as if the monster inside could no longer hold back.

He swung his long sword horizontally and said coldly, "Don't worry, my sword is very fast. Before you feel the pain, your body will be cut open by me."

"If you want to try the sword, can you use your own body?"

"Hmph, courting death!"

As soon as the word "death" was uttered, Cymbelin's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and with Wish's current dynamic vision, he couldn't see his movements clearly at all.

In the next second, a strong wind blew over from behind the wishing.

Making a wish can be regarded as a person who has gone through several life and death trials. Before he realized it, his body reacted first.

I saw him rolling cleanly like a lazy donkey, his body leaped forward at an extremely fast speed, and then he put his head in his hands, rolled twice on the ground and rolled away far away.

Cymbeline's attack was actually a raid skill. In this world of swords and magic, similar combat skills are not uncommon, but with the help of the system, he can do it more proficiently than other swordsmen.

He was a bit stunned when his sword fell to nothing. In this world, there are at least [-] people who died under this sword. Seeing that the wish does not strengthen the body much, he thought that he could achieve meritorious deeds with a single sword, but he did not expect To be hidden in the past, I can't help feeling a little angry.

Make a wish but don't care about these, the sword just now made him realize clearly that this person who came from the same earth as him really wanted to put him to death.

Wishing has a somewhat unscrupulous personality, you respect me one foot, I respect you one foot, but also, if you punch me, I will kick you.

He casually grabbed a volcanic rock that could be seen everywhere, smashed it on his head, and cursed: "Your uncle, it was your hapless brother who kidnapped me. I can't let him kill me!"

His strength was great, and the stone hit Cymbeline's face with the sound of howling wind.

Cymbeline snorted coldly, and the side of the long sword cut straight across the stone.

The volcanic rocks are not very hard in nature, but when the sword passed through, the stones were instantly reduced to countless pieces.

But he didn't expect the stone to smash Cymbeline's head and blood. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the stone powder was flying, he stepped on him and used his street fighting skills to hug Cymbeline's neck.

It is not wrong for him to do this. After a short period of contact, it is not difficult to find that Cymbeline's combat skills are far superior to his, not to mention that he does not think that he can really fight with bare hands.

So in this situation, it is very dangerous to continue fighting at a medium distance, so what he has to do now is to close the distance as soon as possible and use close combat to resolve the threat of the long sword.

Cymbeline is different from making a wish. Since he was able to travel to this world, he has basically been in battle all the time. In addition, he is also a gangster himself, so he can see through the idea of ​​making a wish at a glance.

Even so, he didn't back down, the stone powder in front of him didn't affect his sight too much, he straightened his long sword, and the point of the sword pierced Wishing's chest with a cold light.

In desperation, Wishing had no choice but to dodge the sword. Although he avoided the sword, he also lost the best chance to attack.

However, Cymbeline did not only have these means, he saw how much the wish was turned sideways, the corner of his mouth slightly turned up, and his wrist suddenly exerted force, the long sword suddenly changed from a stab to a slash, and swiped horizontally towards the shoulder of the wish.

Wishing to be in mid-air, there is absolutely no place to rely on. At a critical moment, he can only twist his upper body desperately, trying to avoid the sword.

Thanks to his agility during this period of time, especially his in-depth understanding of swordsmanship, at this moment the experience finally played a role, and he managed to pass the sword with a very awkward posture.

A trace of surprise flashed in Cymbeline's eyes, but at the same time he spat out his palm, and a green light broke free from the sword, and ran directly to the wishing right arm.

The momentum of this sword was like thunder, and it was too late for Wishing to dodge again. The sword energy was like a small silver moon, flashed past his shoulder, and then sank into the rock wall behind Wishing, cutting Make a deep hole.

I didn't feel any pain at all when I made a wish, I just felt a numbness in my right arm, a bit like an electric shock.

But when he stood on his feet and looked down subconsciously, he realized that a neat wound had been cut on the deltoid muscle of his right arm. After a while, blood began to flow out. At the same time, severe pain The feeling followed.

Now making a wish is no longer the city nerd he used to be. He has seen bloody battlefields, which made his heart more tenacious.

He gritted his teeth tightly and took this opportunity to pounce on him again, looking completely immortal.

Strange things happened at this moment.