mechanical court

The existence of the blood-colored phantom added a bit of fierce and powerful aura to the woman.

But no matter what, she is still a powerful and charming woman, especially Miaoman's body and broad career line - she glanced around the mechanical army, stuck out her tongue and silently licked her lips.

"Lock the target!"

The leading mechanical warrior blew Shen Xiong's trumpet, and then the entire mechanical army let out a roar of attack, as if hundreds of giant dragons gathered together and roared.

laugh--!

At this moment, that beautiful figure was like a flame bursting out from the hill, mixed with the rushing light of blood.

Accompanied by a loud 'bang', the snake's abdominal muscles in her hand pierced through like lightning, straight through the vast sand and dust, and directly pierced the chest of a mechanical warrior.

Chapter 6 Thousands of Gold Buying the Soul of the Sword

While the mechanical warrior was being destroyed by the snake-belly sword, the rest of the mechanical army moved at the same time, quickly dispersed, and formed a huge hollow square around the woman.Then they re-enclosed, and nearly a hundred double-edged swords shone brightly, shining like a scorching sun in the sand.

"a ha ha ha!"

She danced the long sword with a long smile, and the elongated sword shadow circled in place. On that coquettish and charming face, there was a bloodthirsty and murderous aura like a devil.

In an instant, with the spinning sword shadow as the center, dozens of fast-moving jet-black shadows galloped out, spinning and crisscrossing the ground like a dancing witch.

(Snake Belly Sword · Demon Dance.)

laugh--!

Along with those flickering and flying black shadows, slender whip-shaped sword shadows are distributed in every corner of the space.

In an instant, the proud mechanical legion fell into hell.

Under the cover of the whip shadow, the mechanical warrior's body surface continuously burst into cracks from the arc splash, illuminating the opponent's charming face from time to time.

The cannon barrel for long-distance strikes was cut off, and the double-edged sword for melee assault was also cut off; the mechanical legion, as the best arms of this era, can only sit and wait for the slaughter at this time, and the ubiquitous strange sword shadows are entangled They quickly tear through the mechanical joints at the weakest point of the armor.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka -!

The crisp sound of metal breaking covered the sound of the wind, and the mechanical army was completely swallowed by the dense sword shadows, as if they had fallen into a huge mixer and were quickly twisted into pieces.

Large pieces of mechanical warriors fell into the sand, unable to get up again. When the last mechanical warrior was smashed to pieces, the black whip-shaped sword shadow finally disappeared.

"..."

The woman held the snake-belly sword in one hand, standing in the center of a large number of steel fragments, looking around at the surrounding yellow sand, her delicate and beautiful face was full of satisfaction.

"Eldest sister has a super powerful head, and the sword demon is number one in the world!"

At this moment, a petite figure appeared on the sand dune, shouting and bouncing up to the side of the female swordsman.

She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was wearing a gothic dress with black and white borders. The well-developed breasts were outlined in a tight top, showing a beautiful curve; the sleeves were flared and thin. There is a flower bud-like skirt under the waist, and a pair of black lace-up leather boots below.

That beautiful red hair was tied up with a black ribbon and combed into elegant double ponytails, holding a black and white bear doll in his arms, exuding a dark and gloomy temperament all over his body.

The gothic loli and the female swordsman stand together, and because of their similar temperament, they look like sisters.

The two adventurers, one big and one small, also come from the continent of Arad. The gothic lolita is a puppet master, and the female swordsman is a sword demon.

laugh--!

Accompanied by the soft sound of tearing wind, a vigorous figure descended from the sky, landed beside them, and then quickly looked left and right:

"Ah? I'm late? Has the enemy been dealt with before I make a move?"

This man is wearing a gray robe with a cloak, has long gray hair, and holds a translucent thin-bladed lightsaber. Of course, the most characteristic feature of him is the white ghost hand.

Any adventurer from Arad, seeing the man's white ghost hand, can recognize his profession at a glance - this person is the sword soul who has practiced swordsmanship to the limit, gave up hurting others, and provided buffs to teammates instead!

The reason why Sword Soul's ghost hand is white is because he gave up the power of curse and transformed the ghost hand with orthotics so that it can adapt to various weapons.

……

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you come out or not, anyway, it's not bad for your little damage." The puppet master said viciously while holding his black and white bear doll.

"Hehe, you don't understand the power of my big sword. In terms of the ability to clear miscellaneous soldiers, I am better than anyone else." Sword Soul calmly smiled, not like a child.

"Hehe, although I'm also a support, I suspect you can't beat me." The goth loli provocatively stuck out her tongue.

"Huh!?" Sword Soul seemed to have hurt his self-esteem by her, staring at him fiercely with widened eyes.

The puppeteer looked at the other party's increasingly serious expression, and a lovely blush appeared on his face due to guilt.

As a result, in a sudden moment, Sword Soul pinched her face, making her cheeks red, and the latter immediately raised a pair of small eyebrows in protest:

"You, what are you doing!?"

"After all, I have nothing to do with you, I can only squeeze my face and chat." Sword Soul spread his hands and laughed at himself.

"Get lost!" The puppet master was so angry that he picked up his leather boots and kicked him.

"Shh!"

At this moment, the sword demon suddenly raised the index finger of his left hand, raised it between the delicate red lips, and made a silent movement.

At the same time, she turned around and turned her gaze to the desert in the northwest corner.

Not long after, four figures in burqas walked in front of them through the sand curtain under the watchful eyes of the three.

These four dusty figures are naturally the "surrender faction" who were ordered to come to Zhao'an Sword Demon and others-Kidan, Nicole, Butch, Jada and his party.

"Hi, how are you!" Kidan waved at Sword Demon and the others, and greeted them from a distance.

"It's you!"

After seeing their faces clearly, the Sword Demon immediately set up his snake-belly sword and assumed an attacking posture: "Stand there and don't move, don't come over, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

The puppet master followed with a grimace, and said contemptuously: "So it's you four traitors, what? Are you planning to recruit us?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Seeing that they didn't welcome him so much, Kidan could only stop and said awkwardly: "Actually, we didn't really surrender, but just pretended to surrender, understand? Temporarily pretending to take refuge with the maker, the purpose is to give him a fatal blow at a critical moment .”

"Sorry, we can't trust you." Soul Sword clenched the lightsaber in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "As far as we know, you have been doing well in the Machine Empire, and this time you suddenly appeared after we were attacked. Suspicious!"

"I said it all, it was a fake." Butch argued: "We did come here under the order to persuade you to surrender, but if you refuse to join, you can leave completely. We will not do anything to you."

"Then, we now tell you clearly that we will never surrender!" The sword demon said and cast a look at his companions, implying that they left quickly.

Sword Soul and Puppet Master didn't hesitate, they backed away slowly, leaving Sword Demon standing in the rear of the hall.