In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Can you hear the sound of this bell. This is the end of your destiny. Just accept it and liberate your soul. This is exactly—the last chance to enjoy a peaceful sleep as a human being."

"Listen to the bell and hand over your head!"

Just like the laws of Allah, it is not like a treasure that needs to condense magic power. The three heroic spirits who have attacked in front of them only feel that time is frozen, watching the old man of the mountain walk out of the encirclement net.

The underworld flames spread along with his footsteps, and his body was already walking in another dimension, leaving behind many black shadows in this world. It seemed slow, but in fact it only took an instant, and the tall body of the mountain man had already arrived in front of Luo Sen.

His red eyes looked down, and every time the bell struck, the enemy's time had come, and the slaughter was still to be slaughtered.

The old man of the mountain will not be lenient, nor will he be sentimental, the epee he held high paused for a moment, and then he slashed down heavily! !

"Rosen!!"

As soon as the sword passed by, the flow of time returned to normal immediately, and the girl who was more than ten meters away screamed at the same time.

Medea opened her mouth blankly, unaware that the hood on her head had fallen off, Mordred's hands holding the sword kept trembling, and overflowing magic power ran across the ground.

And before Yuzao... her pupils stood upside down, and her figure had almost turned into a real fox.

Tick.

The crimson blood kept dripping, and the two people who were in a stalemate stared at each other like statues. When their eyes shifted, they could see an even more astonishing scene——

The green sword was supporting the pitch-black epee, but it was too powerful to block it completely. The blade had already penetrated into Luo Sen's shoulder and got stuck on the collarbone, while Luo Sen, who had a ferocious face, was holding several black keys, that's all. Stabbed into the belly of the old man of the mountain.

The blood was from Rosen, but it wasn't fatal, and the injuries he caused were negligible to the man on the mountain. It can only be said that a tie was reached in terms of face.

A few black keys couldn't do anything to the King Hassan. He didn't continue to attack, but drew the heavy sword from Rosen's shoulder.

"Your head, I failed to obtain..."

It sounded a little sad, the old man of the mountain himself couldn't figure out why this man was able to struggle amidst the sound of the bell, and why his body's defense was so strong.

"Thank you so much." Rosen smiled wryly, and also pulled out the black key.

Of course his defensive power is strong, with five Steel Sorry and two Shrouds superimposed, it is no problem to stand there and be bombarded by large-caliber armor-piercing bullets.

"Go away!" At this moment, Mordred rushed from behind, the blade that slashed across only pierced the underworld fire, and the target had already appeared a hundred meters away, and he picked up the shield very gracefully.

"Rosen, are you alright!!" Chasing Assassin away, Mordred hurriedly checked to see if there were any missing parts in Rosen, but it turned out to be okay. With the flash of green light, the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding.

"Thanks, Yuzao." Rosen moved his arm, secretly thinking that he was lucky.

The man on the mountain didn't use any treasures, even though he could die instantly with a simple cut, his face wasn't as dark as a chief's, but well...

Such a strong magical power still uses a fart treasure!If he hadn't paid attention to stacking defensive dresses from the beginning, he would have been cut off in two!

With the excitement of the rest of his life, Rosen looked at Wang Hassan:

"So, Your Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain, do you still need to continue?"

One-on-one is definitely a dead end, but it's a pity that Rosen has a lot of heroic spirits, as long as he doesn't get killed in seconds, he can be consumed slowly.

"No need, one knife is enough." Although he didn't try his best, the old man of the mountain was not a messy person, so he replied calmly.

Rosen raised his eyebrows. From the very beginning, he felt that Wang Hassan had no killing intent, combined with his current tone...

enough?What is enough?

Unsure of what the other party was thinking, Rosen remained vigilant, watching the legendary assassin turn around slowly.

"Want to run!?" Mordred roared, and was about to charge forward when Rosen grabbed his arm.

The man shook his head, signaling her not to go up to give away the head, and the four of them just watched the old man on the mountain disappear into the shadows.

"Why did you let him go??" The bear child had long been suffocated. In her opinion, she only needed to delay for a while, and waited for the arrival of the French Heroic Spirit to be sure of winning.

"It's meaningless to keep him, and the price is too high." Rosen expressed his helplessness with a wry smile.

The old man of the mountain walks in the darkness but serves the light. The happiest thing to kill him is a monster!Besides, if this guy can tie A, he will die, and if anyone gets a bad face, he will immediately rush to the street!

He has always walked on thin ice, but he never likes to touch any battles related to luck.

"But let this opportunity go, be careful of this guy's sneak attack at any time!"

"No, he won't come again." Rosen looked away, without explaining the reason, and turned to look at Medea, "Thank you for your hard work this time, fighting a heroic spirit of this level must be exhausting."

The reality is not a certain game, magicians have a restraining effect on assassins, in fact, for the mountain man, if he really wants to target Medea, one knife is enough.

"It's okay, but this Assassin is really strong enough! Okay, okay, let's continue talking, I'm going back to work." The witch chuckled and disappeared from the spot in white light.

The research work has reached a critical moment, and the first trial work is about to be completed, and she doesn't want to waste even a second now.

It just so happened that the alarm bell rang, and the police from Orleans finally arrived after a full 10 minutes. Rosen was having a headache on how to make up a story, when he suddenly raised his head.

It was very slight, but he still felt the magic power of the old man of the mountain flashed by, as if he had harvested a head!

PS: Asking for a ticket, asking for a blade.....It's so hot this day, I feel restless after writing a word.

Chapter 160 Nine Stupid People!

The pitch-black blade flashed across the void, and as the light blue fire rose, a pitch-black shadow instantly appeared in the originally empty air. The shadow swayed and twisted, trying to escape with all its strength.

This is a shadow hero whose concealment ability has been strengthened to the limit. He is invisible and invisible as if hiding in a subspace, but he is still slashed by the pitch-black sword.

"Fool, hand over your head." A deep voice sounded, a cold light flashed, the head flew into the sky, and the lower body of the heroic spirit maintained a running posture, and fell to the ground after a few steps.

wow......