Arad's crooked savior

"Freedom, a word full of romance and fantasy, but also incomprehensible."

Roland, a female swordsman, held a long sword with a blood-stained blade and took out a cigarette and a box of matches from her pocket. The swordsmen of the swordsmen were all very long, and some were almost as tall as they were tall.

Although Roland has obvious crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and her skin is no longer elastic and shiny, if you look closely at her face, you can see that there is still a trace of charm between her eyebrows. She should have been a sexy and hot beauty when she was young.

Roland lit a fire for herself, and she was fascinated by the unique smell produced by the burning match head.

These younger generations are too naive. Since they are in the mortal world, there is no real freedom at all. They are more or less shackles.

Prisoners in prison believe that getting out of prison means freedom.

Farmers who work hard believe that not being oppressed and being satisfied with their work is freedom.

Those who occupy official positions also want to be the highest authority in a party. Having no boss above their head means freedom.

Bill, another member of the Twilight Wings, changed the magazine of the gun in his hand, scratched his messy hair, and said: "Is it possible that Lubat wants to be the emperor? In the heaven, only the emperor can be considered free from being dominated. "

Everyone is a martial artist, killing people is okay, but running the country, let's forget about it.

"The emperor also has troubles, but Emperor Alijie, I think she is very good, her talents are obvious to all." Brand, the last member, asked Roland for a cigarette, and then took out a lighter from his pocket.

Peace in heaven is hard-won. They are old and really don't want to bother anymore.

"Let's go after smoking. After this trip, maybe Her Majesty Alijie can give you a few more rewards." Bill adjusted his glasses and ignored the corpses on the ground. The yellow sand would swallow the loser's soul.

When Roland heard this, he glanced at Bill mockingly and said, "Alizee is not Skadi. Do you think we were still mercenaries in Arad?"

"In other words, there may be no reward for this trip?" Brand sighed.

"But there's a pension."

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"Master, you are getting old, it's time to step back." Lubat's eyes were scarlet and cruel, and the source sword in his hand had a destructive aura. Every time he slashed, it would cause a series of energy explosions.

While dodging, Schmitt fired several times with his source gun, but he was accurately dodged by the opponent. Lubat's speed was unbelievable, leaving afterimages in the yellow sand.

Desert combat is not an area that Skyhawk is good at. Skyhawk's advantage lies in planning and making detailed and careful plans for a mission target.

Eavesdropping, assassination, bombing... Skyhawk has many methods, and he rarely puts himself on the frontal battlefield, like a roaming gunman, turning around for a few steps, then drawing a gun and shooting his head in a romantic Western.

"Master, after all, you are old and your hair is gray. Can you still wield your long sword? You can no longer lead the Sky Eagle." Lubat sneered, and the source sword slashed a series of explosions, and the border area The town was completely destroyed.

As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of youth. Lubart is now in his prime, tall and powerful. On the other hand, O'Connell and Schmidt are already in their seventies. They have rich experience in their minds, but the blood in their bodies is indeed drying up, and their movements are not as good as their youth. Time is swift.

"Well, what you said makes sense." O'Connell nodded, pulled down the mask on his face, revealing the face of a handsome old man, and said: "So I plan to follow the example of the princess after I capture you and return to Ghent. In the courtyard, please invite one or two martial artists to be Tianying’s instructors.”

Learning from each other's strengths is an excellent virtue. For example, Sky Eagle rarely used swords more than 20 years ago. After crashing on the continent of Arad, they discovered that swords had unusual advantages in close combat, so they asked the well-known Swordsman masters learned swordsmanship and mastered firearms, which led to their current reputation as spear swordsmen.

O'Connell and Schmidt are old friends who have known each other for decades. They have long been familiar with each other's fighting styles, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. With the source force shield device made by the organization's internal source force experts, they will not be defeated for a while.

But Lubat was like a tireless ferocious beast, with a ferocious aura all over his body. A layer of fine snake scales began to appear on the surface of his exposed skin. His speed increased by another level, and the two of them instantly fell into a fierce battle.

The old gentleman Schmidt had blood surging in his chest and many scratches all over his body. It was really difficult for a man of his age.

He had been living in semi-retirement for the rest of his life, and had been responsible for the communication between Tianying and the royal family. This time, the civil unrest was too great, so he had no choice but to go out in person, and the fighting environment was extremely unfavorable for spear swordsmen.

boom!

A bullet suddenly flew from the side and opened a bloody hole in Lubat's calf, which was so fast that afterimages appeared. It penetrated the bone with force. His superb marksmanship was astonishing.

"I heard that some young people look down on us old guys." At the end of the sky full of yellow sand, a slender old man walked slowly, wearing a round hat to prevent sand and wind, and some holes in his trousers. It's western cowboy style.

The round hat was slowly raised, revealing the face of Sand Shadow Belit. The wrinkles on the face were accumulated life experience, and the slightly brown skin was proof of the wind and sand. Only a pair of eyes were still as sharp and cold as when they were young.

"Schmidt, why are you Skyhawks starting a civil war like the Aton Brothers?" Belit asked.

The Aton Brothers, the predecessor of Kallet, and Anzu Cypher parted ways due to differences in their ideals. It is still a story that no one can talk about, and it is also a wound that Belit cannot erase. pain.

That's why he shot and wounded the opponent's legs, which were very capable of running, instead of his heart or head, wondering if there might be another hidden agenda.

Schmidt smiled and said: "We will talk about the specific details later, but if Lubart is let go today, he will be the next Anzu Seifer, the next Hailan Clough, and our pension will also be ruined. .”

The flying sand in the sky is not the atmosphere of reminiscing about the past. The quiet tavern at dusk and sunset is their destination.

Although the development of the heavenly realm and the constant emergence of new things make these old guys seem a little out of touch with the times, you still need to listen more to the life experiences and lessons of the old guys.

With the unexpected addition of Belit, there was no need to wait for the support of Twilight Wings, and the extremely unfavorable battle situation was reversed in one fell swoop.

The most romantic "Shadow" among the roaming gunners, he has the home field advantage. After his eyes were healed by Ye Lin, his marksmanship became even more superb. Every bullet locked on Lubat as if it had eyes, frequently leaving bloody wounds. .

"Hey, is this guy a reformer? He's still active." Belit frowned. He had at least seven bullets pierced through Lubat's body. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Lubat tore up the Pretender's body underground in the Ruike Laboratory and obtained a special blood from it.

The blood was squirming like a living slime, hidden in the brain of the snake-like disguiser, and had a special attraction for him. Lubat swallowed the blood like a fascination.

According to an old guy who ran from Heaven to Arad and back again, what he ate was what the Priests called incomplete... pure blood.

boom!

The bloody sword light was as bright as the sky, and the pain of the bullet piercing the body aroused the ferocity of the incomplete pure blood. Lubat was completely irritated, "After you die, the Sky Eagle will shine with new glory in my hands, old guy It’s time for us to be buried.”

After a series of powerful attacks, the three old men narrowly avoided the explosion. Their bodies were covered in mud and sand. O'Connell coughed up a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Lubart, I say you should learn more from the experience of the old man." Schmidt raised his source gun and aimed it at the demonized Lubat.

The latter's face was also covered with a layer of fine snake scales, but Lubat couldn't understand. Did the old guy's head get knocked out by the explosion? It was obvious who had the upper hand now.

Schmidt seemed to be confused, his hands were shaking, and the light path of the source gun was crooked to the ground in Lubat's sight.

Wait, that’s not right!

Lubat suddenly lowered his head and saw that in the fine yellow sand under his feet, there was an origin bomb the size of a fist. Schmidt was actually aiming at the bomb, something he had hidden.

boom!

The flames surged into the sky, and the raging shock wave swept away the yellow sand beneath their feet. The heat of the flames that burst out in an instant melted large grains of sand and burned away all the nearby oxygen.

These are special high-pressure explosive bombs that Schmitt got from his old friend who was riding a motorcycle. Each bomb can shatter a towering building. Even a giant dragon would not feel comfortable if hit by one on the front.

"Remember to hit the target." Belit fired several times, emptying the bullets in the revolver.

When the smoke cleared, Lubart was covered in charred flesh and blood, with two bullet holes in his lungs. However, he was not dead yet. His lips trembled and his face looked cold as he said: "I just lured the tiger away from the mountain, Giselle." You have no idea what terrifying things have been arranged on Mount Conine, and they are enough to overthrow the entire heaven."

"Of course we don't know, but it doesn't matter how scary things are, because we have a general." Schmidt smiled confidently, then waited for other Skyhawk members to arrive and locked up Lubat with source equipment.