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Yes, facing two rare enemies, Alamir had no choice but to leapfrog and use the immature flying fairy from heaven! !

This was already the strongest killing move he could use now. Seeing two black "lightnings" so close at hand, Alamir did not dodge, and a sharp sword light illuminated half of the long street!

Poof - the sword edge penetrated the flesh, the silhouettes of the figures were suddenly separated, and the two drows retreated sharply! !

Such a soul-stirring sword light is even more irresistible than before in the world in the painting after Alamir integrated his entire body, mind and soul.

This time, Alamir was finally faster than them!

The sword edge cut through the air with a subtle arc, and a seemingly extremely light arc slash landed lightly on the two drow.

This was also the first time that the two drows retreated with the intention of killing each other.

When swordsmen meet, they speak with their swords, and the one who is timid first dies! !

Seeing the huge wounds on the waists of the two seriously injured Drow, Alamir couldn't even move the corners of his mouth. He could only watch them escape and turned around to show himself a vicious smile.

They all knew that if the two drow did not die under this blow, Alamir would die.

Unfortunately, the gap between mid-level and low-level is so insurmountable. Even if Alamir uses the Flying Immortal, the two drow are still only seriously injured but not dead.

Just a tiny bit missing... Alamir, who was half-crouching on the ground, felt his heart become filled with anger.

In a 360-degree panoramic view, Alarmir watched the two drow slowly approaching with swords in hand, feeling a little unwilling.

Reluctance, despair, anger, fear, and huge emotions turned into huge waves, pouring out from the sea of ​​consciousness and sinking into Alamir's soul.

If his soul was swallowed up by these emotions, he would be completely doomed. Fortunately, his soul like fine steel withstood these impacts and turned them into spiritual nourishment...

It was only then that Alamir understood the true meaning of the words Psion! ! !

It turns out that keeping the mind calm and playing with emotions is not a psychic. Becoming the master of your own emotions and turning them into nourishment is the foundation of a psychic and the true use of psychic power!

So he smiled... Although his face was a little twitching at this time, which made his smile look as "evil" as a drow.

Looking at the rapier Drow who stood in the distance and cautiously took out his crossbow, and the scimitar Drow who was slowly approaching, Alamir raised his head, and the new power in his body moved along a mysterious route. The pain in the meridians is so severe that it feels like being stabbed with needles and knives...

It seems that even the meridians made of moonlight cannot withstand this power!

So he blushed and kept struggling in his hands. Under his skin, the surging power swelled like a swimming fish.

Then he swung his sword one last time.

Poof - the figure of the rapier drow froze, his eyes quickly lost light, and he fell down with a pop.

Sword energy! ! !Alamir followed the method left by Yang Guo before, forcibly damaging many meridians and emitting a subtle sword energy.

Although this sword energy is very subtle, sword energy is a move that can only be used after mastering the "momentum", and facing a seriously injured drow, only a trace is enough.

Feeling the "companion" behind him fall down, the Scimitar Drow who was ordered to kill at close range froze and ran into the darkness without hesitation!

But how could Alamir let him run away? ?

Who said you can't kill people without sword energy? ?

The spiritual crystal servant that originally existed as an eye suddenly rose up and violently inserted into the soles of Scimitar Drow's feet that caught him off guard!

The poison that Alamir had quenched on the Spirit Crystal Servant took effect, and soon the drow's feet began to swell. His blood surged faster after the battle, and the poison quickly flowed all over his body, and he ran out for a few seconds. He took a step and fell down with a thud.

Those who are good at swimming drown in water, and the drow who are extremely good at using poison finally fell to the poison on the surface.

Alamir, who couldn't move, laughed wildly. He felt that he had never been so happy. He had harvested the heads of two enemies, even if he died next, it was worth it.

Life is a drop of honey suspended in the mouth...

Does this count as predicting the enemy's plan first, attacking every move, the true meaning of Dugu's Nine Swords? ?Even though his body could no longer move a finger, Alamir even felt a joking sense of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, the behavior of a certain drow silenced the entire street, giving Alamire a chance to recover.

But an hour later, the whistling sound sounded again - seeing that the "culprit" who might have caused everyone to be killed was dying soon, greedy underground creatures began to pour out of the street one after another, slowly The ground approaches Alamir.

They wanted Alamere's head.Let yourself be able to save your life when facing the wrath of the fifth family.

Haha, come on!Although his true energy was still weak and his body was weak, he was able to use his spiritual power to slowly stand up.

As he killed several "people", Alamir suddenly found that he could absorb all kinds of fear, greed and uneasy emotions in the space, which made him a little happy: as long as his soul and heart are strong enough, he can You can absorb these as nutrients and keep fighting!

Fight to feed war, kill to stop killing! !

Feeling that various emotions in his body had to be crushed under the suppression of his increasingly solid soul, and became his own nourishment. Alamir became more and more familiar with it, his physical condition became better and better, and he became more and more familiar with the application of spiritual energy. It’s getting easier and easier——

A simple psychic impact plus his golden finger, which was called an instant death attack, was enough to make the flower of killing bloom non-stop.

As there were more and more corpses behind Alamir, Alamir "absorbed" more and more nutrients, and his body did not lose its fatigue at all.

It seems that as long as his soul is strong enough, he can keep killing.

So, he slashed all the way from the poisonous mead to the spider's back, and the square in the middle city was not far away.

At this time, the upper middle city area was already in chaos, and just ahead, Les, who wanted to see if Alamir would break into the "trap" he set, was disappointed.

How did Alamir escape Les's vicious plot? It was because he had terrifying powers that the drow never had.

He has company! !

Feeling Barbara's worried and anxious mood in the spiritual link, Alamir felt full of strength again!

"I'll call you Steel Soul from now on!!!" Sensing the news from his companions that the middle area had been sealed off, Alamir, who gave his new power a name, turned around, pulled out his heavy sword, and killed the Spider Skull again. Go back!

His body has not fully recovered, and the large amount of negative emotions accumulated in his heart have not been fully digested, so he will use his sword to give this sinful city an unforgettable impression.

.............

"Nader, salute to you!" Alamir slashed all the way to the "original point" - the poisonous mead. However, not far away, a drow assassin nodded slightly to him.

"Hello." Alamir, who was slashing all the way, felt as if his heart was burning with red lotus fire.

"How about I send you to die?" A faint aura rose up beside Alamir.

The assassin named Nader did not speak. The stabbing sword and the giant sword intersected, making a huge and harsh clashing sound. The sound spread far away, conveying the unspoken words of the drow named Nader. Discourse -

Just what I want! !

"Oh my, this is really incredible." Les looked at the weak "power" that surged up from Alamil's body, and saw Nader, who was also at level eight, in danger under Alamil's attack, with a look on his face. He showed an extremely happy smile.

In addition to the smell of conspiracy and killing coming from the upper city, there is also a faint "potential" flowing out of another "fruit" that he is extremely optimistic about!

"Steel Soul and Giant Strength... Little kid, if you don't pay attention, you will die." Watching one of the encounters, Alamir's giant sword was swung away by the thin sword, Les He couldn't take his eyes off him.