Shaman from Afar

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Splash of blood!

Even if he did his best to dodge, the dark-haired wizard still had a blood mark on his right shoulder; mixed with the murderous murderousness, the blood-stained blade and neck were only a few centimeters.

What a fast sword!

Liang Yin's sword mansions did not even have room for parry; Loren tightened his nerves; in the field of vision enhanced by "Beyond Perception", the afterimage of Rout Infinite had approached again!

In an instant, it was already in sight!

It's too late ... In the moment of slipping and dodge, the sword's thorns pierced the black shadow like a beam of light; Rout, with its weird expression, didn't evade, even parried directly with the dagger in his hand.

"clang--!"

At the moment when the blade and the beam collided, the blazing fire burst-bright silver is not an ordinary blade, but the force of the void that has been forcibly embodied ... It is hard to describe the energy that is more similar to thunder or constant explosion, rather than Solids condensed by high temperature laser.

But he was abruptly held up, and he still had a backhand!

It's too late to be surprised-the blade of the fire burst has hit against the bright silver awn; the dark-haired wizard who can't be eaten by the sword with both hands can only dodge; he leans back and kneels on his knees.

At that moment, time seemed to be very slow ... Lorren, who was kneeling on his back, saw only Lut let go of his right hand and knocked his fingers while flipping the blade of the two hundred and seventy degrees in midair again. His hand, then ...

Spur!

"boom--!"

At the moment the blade fell, the "primary force impact" that converged on the tip of the sword exploded the floor tiles under Lute's feet; countless fragments splashed, and Loren, who had evaded before that moment, had moved behind Lute; Look sideways;

Without hesitation, straight forward, sword thorns to the back of the neck;

Without hesitation, from bottom to top, the short sword is aimed at the intercostals;

"clang--!"

Sword and blade fighting, just a wrong body, both sides pass by at the same time before the life and death barrier;

Extra skills and even traps are not used-the other party is the leader of the night watchman, and the small actions reinforced by "beyond perception" are meaningless.

Only if you are close, you have the opportunity to kill him!

The afterimage struck again, and at that moment, the evading Loren suddenly remembered the mentor's evaluation of Rut Infinite.

"... He, is a night watchman ..."

That's all.

Dalton Kander never talks long, every word is as sharp as a blade, concise.

The real ‘night watchman’ is a group of assassins who are proficient in magic, tracking, assassination, and lurking. Most of them were once wizards, or have received systematic training, cruel and efficient.

In other words, no one is more suitable for this "appellation" than Ruth Infinite ... Just in the blink of an eye, Loren has fully realized this.

Speed, skill, strength, agility, experience ... I do n’t have any one of them at all; I can feel the hang of the line all the time, almost only in a few encounters with Evil God!

Sparks collided, and Lute, who couldn't hit, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and the blade in his hand crossed a black arc.

He didn't even hesitate, everything seemed logical, as if he had performed countless operas and dances; the seemingly random pace forced Loren to retreat, and there was no room for dodge.

Sword front wheel dance, the suddenly falling short sword nailed to the floor to block the dark-haired wizard's evasion route, held up with his right hand, and slammed on Loren's waist.

High-level spell, "The Force Shock"!

The dark-haired wizard was blown out of the whole person, and the leather armor under his clothes instantly turned into fragments; the crisp bone cracking sound was completely covered in the roar of the shock wave.

There was no time to hesitate ... With the sweetness pouring into his throat, Loren's left hand tapped gently.

Fire of Turin.

"boom--!"

In the flash of fire, Ruth Infinite's figure had been hidden from the five steps, and only received a little aftermath; but for the black-haired wizard, there may be no worse result than this!

The area of ​​the sewer hall is extremely narrow, and the power range of the Torino Fire is limited, otherwise there is the risk of even burying himself or even dying; he has calculated the explosion radius, and the end is self-evident ...

Loren's expression was a bit ugly.

In the bleak hall, Rout Infinite's figure constantly shuttled around Loren; the swift figure did not stop once, and the overwhelming explosion was almost half the distance of him every time;

Successive roars rang through the hall, and the fierce echoes and smoke made both people vaguely see each other's figure; Loren, who had given up the curse harassment, raised his sword and jumped toward the other!

collision! Clash! dodge! deal with!

Between the electric light and the stone fire, the two have been back and forth several times; the sword flank opened the short sword, and the blade broke through the defense; if it was impossible to kill again, it will look for the offensive position again.

Can't stop, absolutely can't stop!

This kind of life-and-death battle, a momentary stop or no longer offensive is the absolute dead end-not the same as the battle of vampires, evil spirits, and even guarding knights.

Both of them are too aware of each other's skills and tactics!

Even if Loren does n’t want to admit, his fighting style is more like a night watchman than a caster-mainly melee swordsmanship, various high-level magic spell-assisted combat skills, plus a variety of small Alchemy props provided by a sorcerer, the valve of the mortal moment ...

The most important point is, what is Loren really relying on?

Strongman's ability to respond, plus a fairly fast speed ... In short, it is the fighting principle of the night watchman;

And what stands in front of him at this moment is the strongest night watchman to date!

There is no time to breathe, no time to blink ... What a sense of oppression.

Even so, Loren can still feel that the other party has not tried their best, and has not even really killed his hand-otherwise he should be penetrated by the short sword at the moment, nailed to the ground.

Why ... what does he want to do?

Catch yourself alive, and then use your life as a bargaining chip to force yourself to play for them?

At this moment, Loren ... there is really no extra brainpower to think about this.

Dark eyes stared at Rut Infiniti's figure, and the opponent's movements were precisely displayed in the bloodshot eyes.

Outside of five steps, Rout Infinite pressed tightly;

Loren can already see his loose right hand, and the dagger flips under the influence of inertia and gravity; with a snap of his fingers, Loren can almost see the condensed "primitive impact";

With a long time and countless experiences, Rute must have known to all night watchers where the truly terrifying place of this high-level curse is to gather power at the tip of the sword, and the instantaneous explosive power can even directly penetrate the body and the heart. Breaking; and the small power can even make the loss negligible.

For the assassin, it is really a practical killing technique;

Within three steps, the murderous sword edge is close at hand;

The silver sword's sword is really too narrow, and it is almost impossible to block Rout Infinite's offensive within three steps; but if the routine is changed, the use of Torino Fire's range of attacks will definitely be attacked. He caught the flaw;

Yes, Loren Turin has no chance.

Arrogance, pride, prudence ... almost a copy of Dalton Kander that year, even stronger than Dalton that year, with a more thoughtful mind and a better understanding of tolerance and seeing the situation.

Because of this, Ruth Infinite didn't expect that he would actually come to the door-after killing 22 night watchmen, he still didn't know how to stop and poured out his anger with unbridled heart.

Disappointed, really disappointed ... Lorren Turin, the arrogance finally hurt him, making him believe that he lost a hand and his own self is not his opponent;

He was blinded by his pride. He really forgot, if his strength is really not as good as before, how can he still occupy the status of "night watchman"?

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Just ...

That's it ... Look at how you died, Loren Turin ...

Within two steps, the bright silver swords were bleak, and Loren, who gave up parry, held the sword with his left hand, placed the blade on the waist, and took a pose to swing the sword forward.

This is ... Lut's pupils contracted, and the dark-haired wizard suddenly opened his eyes:

"Turin ... Fire!"

Ok? !

The golden-red fire suddenly spewed out from the tip of the bright silver sword, with an unstoppable momentum, Loren stepped forward!

Hold a sword;

Draw a sword;

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