Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

There is no chance of victory if this continues, he thought instinctively.

So shouldn't it be a little tricky?

Although he didn't like the way of fighting with long speeches, but with the intention of "exploring Yuan Lufeng's weakness", he still asked.

"Answer me, Yuan Lufeng, what is your purpose?!" Looking directly at the pair of obsidian-like pure black eyes without any impurities in front of him, his question was straightforward and not muddled at all.

It seemed that Yuan Lufeng was also interested in having a chat with him, and the black-gold spearhead was lowered slowly, and Yuan Lufeng took a slow step.

The pitch-black robe he wore in the past has long been replaced by black leather armor, and he holds a purple gun in one hand. He walks slowly in the open space in the middle of the room like a stroller.

"How long has it been since we met last time? The final battle between us is finally coming." Answering irrelevant questions, Yuan Lufeng ignored his question as if he hadn't heard the Raksha ghost's question at all, and instead looked after himself Talked up.

"I'm really looking forward to it. What kind of awareness do you hold, what kind of belief do you hold, and how do you act as a part of that plan?" The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, and the scarlet tassels brushed across the floor. Walking in a curve, he unknowingly circled behind the Raksha ghost.

"Plan? You really disgust me with such undisguised, arrogant and self-respecting words. You don't even follow the rules." The Raksha ghost turned his head, looked at the tip of the spear, and suppressed his anger.

Facing the magma-like scorching anger hidden in the Raksha ghost's words, Yuan Lufeng sneered in his unique, extremely indifferent voice, as if feeling disdain from the bottom of his heart.

"Angry? Because of the similarities between yourself and me? We're both chess players, but..."

The brief laughter stopped abruptly, and his expression returned to indifference again.

"What are you talking about playing chess? In fact, aren't we also other people's chess pieces?"

"Using the latitude and longitude of the heavens and the earth as the chess game, and everything in the world as the chess pieces, this is the chess game of God. We are just some special chess pieces on this chessboard. Sometimes I even wonder whether everything we have experienced is God's early As far as the preset script is concerned, we are just puppets in the palm of God." Stretching out his hand, he clenched it tightly as if to crush something, his voice was full of weirdness, and he looked straight at the Raksha ghost Those dark golden eyes, his pupils were like a sharp sword, easily opening the secrets and worries hidden deep in the Raksha ghost's heart.

"So what about the chess game of God, even if there is a chess game, it is not your own choice, and it is you who decides your direction."

"Really? But all I know is that we are all actors of God, and we will all die one by one in the drama that pleases God."

he said softly.

"This is really a sad and helpless thing." Unspeakable sadness emanated from his body, covering the surroundings in an instant, and the heavy pressure was evenly distributed on every inch of space, making one feel like a drowning man Like a fish out of breath.

Walking to the edge of the rooftop, Yuan Lufeng pushed open the closed door with a wave of his hand, and the orange-red flames immediately entered the room, which was not too big or too small, and the sound of crackling flames could be heard endlessly. The scorched stench of the dry wind blows into the nostrils of the two of them,

"Are you satisfied? We are all people with destiny, how can an ordinary stage be worthy of our identity? Therefore, this city that is about to be burned by flames is the stage I prepared for you."

In Kyoto, with the power of Mi Luo, the Raksha ghost does not know whether he has really arrived in Heian capital or is it an illusion, but this is not important.

With a strong wrist, the black-gold spear point jumped up on the ground like a snake, drawing a trajectory that could not be distinguished by the naked eye, and the other hand immediately held the handle of the gun, and Yuan Lufeng assumed a posture ready to attack.

"Ah, I'm so satisfied, I'm so satisfied." The face under the mask twitched, looking at Yuan Lufeng again, the Raksha Ghost's voice was cold as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Satisfied so much that I can't help but want to kill you!" Turning his wrists and kicking his feet on the ground, he pounced on Yuan Lufeng standing on the edge of the roof like a preying cheetah.

Four fingers brushed the body of the gun, and the arms were opened. The spear was held between the hands like a sharp arrow. The forearm and the body of the gun formed a straight line, a strong and powerful straight line.

In the next moment, Yuan Lufeng narrowed his eyes.

There was no back momentum, no change, it was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, just a simple piercing, but facing the spear, the Raksha ghost seemed to see a wildly dancing horned dragon heading straight for his heart.The spear broke through the fire that reflected the room, and the whole world was divided into two halves at that moment, and the boundary separating them was the barrel of the spear.The horned dragon was roaring, roaring at the fool who dared to challenge its authority, it decided to release all its majesty to frighten the mortal standing in front of it.

He couldn't dodge, his aura had been locked, and the Raksha ghost had a clear understanding. The only thing he could do now was to go head-on, even if the thing in front of him was really a dragon, he would use the sword in his hand to kill the dragon. It splits!

He is a real dragon!

His left foot suddenly slipped out while running, and then immediately stood still, stepping into the floor like a nail.Using this foot as a support, his whole body rotated around an invisible arc, the big sword in his hand folded, and then slammed towards the black-golden spear point.

The contact was only for a moment. After a slight collision, the Raksha ghost suddenly jumped up. With the strength of the jump and the explosive force between the waist and abdomen, he spun in the air, and the blade swirled and slashed fiercely at the gun shaft.

Cutting it off is of course impossible. Although he doesn't know what material his gun is made of, he knows that rebellion can't do it.Yuan Lufeng raised his wrist, and with the flexibility of the gun barrel, he bounced off the Raksha Ghost's blade, throwing him into the air.

"Tsk." The result of this reckless move was the swift thrust in front of him. The spear tip tore through the air barrier, crossed the barrier of distance, and stabbed straight at the Raksha Ghost's chest.

With a puff, the tip of the gun pierced deeply into his shoulder, until it broke through the skin on the other side of his body and a section of the blood-stained scarlet tip appeared before stopping. The sharp pain came suddenly, and even the ligament seemed to be All were pierced.

His left hand hangs down feebly, and he doesn't need any strength at all. He shakes it with all his strength, hoping to get out of the restrained state, but unfortunately he can't get rid of the spear that has sunk into his shoulder no matter what.

Yuan Lufeng let go of his left hand and made a move towards the void. Suddenly, a frightening big sword appeared in the empty place. He grabbed the hilt of the big sword and pulled it out forcefully.

The whole body of the epee was dim. With superhuman eyesight, Raksha Ghost estimated that its blade was about one foot wide and more than four feet long. There were some things, but the Rakshasa ghost couldn't recognize them.

With his right arm back, his forearm tilted upwards slightly, and the Raksha ghost was thrown upwards, but he still couldn't escape the restraint. Yuan Lufeng threw it hard, and the whole spear, together with the Raksha ghost, flew towards the gate of Longyuan Pavilion go.

With a bang, the door was smashed to pieces, and the tip of the gun pierced into the ground, dragging the Raksha ghost on the ground before slowly stopping.

"You..." barely supporting half of his body, before he finished speaking, he saw a black figure holding a big sword in both hands jumping high, swinging the epee and swooping towards him.

Once such an attack hits the body, the immortality here has been reduced a lot, and I am afraid that I will become a puddle of flesh in an instant. Thinking of this, the Raksha ghost endured the severe pain from the shoulder, and forcibly held it with his right hand. The barrel of the long gun, the whole person quickly rolled to the side, and while pulling out the long gun, he stood up quickly.

He had just drawn out his spear, and before he stood up, Yuan Lufeng, who descended from the sky, kicked him nearly ten feet away with a ferocious flying kick, directly breaking the No.12 Tianxuan railing.

However, this just gave him a brief respite.

Two pitch-black chains flew out from the cuffs, and quickly hung on the railing on the other side. Every solid muscle fiber in the waist and abdomen exploded with enormous force, pushing him to swing upwards.

The moment he landed, the two guns slipped from his sleeves and fell into his palms, and the Raksha ghost raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

Demon Soldier Jieluo wrapped his left arm, linking the damaged tissue, pulled out the rebellious blade again, exhausted all the strength of his thigh and calf, his legs kicked the ground fiercely, and his whole body was like a fired shell He leaped upwards, and the floor under his feet, together with the steel blocks, shattered and disintegrated like smashed building blocks.

The skull's eye sockets on the hilt shone red, and it slashed at Yuan Lufeng who was holding the big sword!

"Too slow!" Yuan Lufeng raised his sword to meet him.

"is it?"

hum!