Chapter 2097 Desert Night
“You have been standing here for a long time.”
“It has nothing to do with you.” Pyle Pan took out a silver pocket watch with wheat ear patterns and looked at the time. , when he looked up again, a giant dragon appeared in the sky.
The dragon shadow pierces the wind, the giant dragon spreads its wings, and the giant dragon flies this way. Under the dim moon, a lonely figure can be seen standing on the dragon's back.
"Well...someone is coming!" Lincoln stepped back and retreated further, behind a short sand dune.
This is a giant sapphire-colored dragon. Its smooth dragon scales reflect ripples as pure as water in the moonlight. Its eyes are pupilless and glow with white light. It can clearly see a fly thirty kilometers away; its huge wings are like The umbrella can open up a world; it has barbs on its chest, a thorn on its tail, and a row of 20-30 meter high scaly spines on its back like a blade. Its dragon scales were transparent and crystal-smooth, exuding pure blue magic power. When it landed, an extremely lofty and overwhelming force attacked Pyle Pan, making people stand in awe of the unreachable divine majesty.
The giant blue dragon sits on the desert hills, and the surrounding air and moonlight are stained by it, all glowing with blue light. It breathed softly, and the person on its back stepped on its forehead and jumped down. This made it extremely dissatisfied, but it still held back the anger in its heart.
Pan waved away the sand falling on his body and stared at the dragon's arrogant body: "Noble Dragon!"
The man who fell on the ground was walking towards him, A suit of armor, a mask, long white hair, and an unsheathed sword.
"Are you the Nightmare Alonso!?" Pai grasped the handle of the Black Overlord's knife. For the first time, the opponent had not revealed his identity and wanted to attack him, so he nervously grasped the handle of the Black Overlord. Overlord.
The familiar touch, the familiar lines on the handle, and the thumb rubbing in the familiar position made him feel calm again. He didn't know why, but just being close to him made him feel a chill that penetrated his pores. Every cell and hair in his body seemed to be stimulated, shrinking involuntarily. He hasn't felt this way for a long time, no, this is the first time he has felt this way.
"It's me." The man stopped. The black, gold pattern, and gray-white long-sleeved dress and armor exuded mystery, the Holy Spirit, and majesty in this ancient night.
This is the first time Pan has seen this type of armor. It feels like a very ancient style, but the more ancient something is, the more it can be preserved to this day, the more it proves the value of its existence. Pan touched the copper-colored armor on his body and stared at the person in front of him without blinking: "One of the four top swordsmen in the legend, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to meet me."
"I'm very happy that you can keep the appointment. I appreciate your courage."
"Humph! No one can scare Pan with his name, and the same goes for you!" Pan moved the heavy knife in his hand: "The purpose of asking me here? Let me fight?”
Alonso pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and the sword stood in the sand: "Let you...submit under my command!"
"Hahahahahaha..." Pan laughed wildly: "Pyle Pan Cong Not for anyone. Your dream is in vain!"
"Well...?" Alonso noticed the person hiding in the distance, but was still a little surprised when he appeared.
"Holy..." Lincoln ran up to him and held back half of his words. He stared at Pan with his eyes full of hatred and anger. "Your eyes have never looked at a person like this." Alonso looked at Lincoln and then at Pyle Penn: "Is it because of him that you are being persecuted like this?"
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"It's him, Pyle Pan! I will never forget this name! Nor his face!"
"Oh~!" Alonso's eager eyes turned cold: "It seems I’m going to change my attitude towards you again.”
Former Lincoln was a promising marksman. Once at a banquet hosted by his younger brother, he bumped into Pyle Pan, who broke into the banquet and became crazy like a demon. The happy banquet turned into a bloody tragedy, and his younger brother , his brother’s wife and dozens of relatives, friends and guests died in vain in the massacre. Lincoln, who survived after witnessing all this, was so filled with grief and fear that he hid in a cave for five or six years. Later, he developed mental problems. He always felt that someone was plotting to kill him, which completely buried his promising future. He was also overcome by grief and fear, unable to sleep, and ended up like this.
Pan naturally did not remember Lincoln. When he was young and vigorous, he had done too many bad things, so many that he was not particularly fresh in his memory and had no impression at all. He said to Lincoln: "No matter what hatred there is between you and me, if you want revenge, just come!"
"Very good." Alonso took off his mask, revealing his true face as white as jade underneath. , he threw the cold metal mask aside in Lincoln's hands, stood the sword in the sand, and slowly pulled it out from the sheath: "Tonight, Alonso will take revenge on his behalf!"
The sound of the word "Qiu" fell, and the afterimage of the person in front of him disappeared. At the same time, he was cut by a sharp blade in front of him, and a sharp sword was pierced into the vest from behind through the gap in the armor.
"So fast!" Pan was shocked and burst into anger. The super-condensing tyrant's domineering energy could hinder the opponent's actions. However, the opponent seemed to be in a no-man's land within the range of his domineering power, silently. The sword, the invisible person, made him defenseless and inescapable, and he kept getting new wounds on his body.
"Lion Windmill~!" Since you can't defend, then attack with all your strength. The huge black overlord stirs up a storm of sand and dust, cutting the surroundings with domineering force, tearing everything apart, but in his department During the movement, his body received more than sixty blows from the sword.
In a blink of an eye, Alonso stood thirty meters away with his back to him, the bloody sword tip fell into the sand, nearly a hundred sword wounds on Pyle Pan's body spurted blood at the same time, and the armor on his body appeared. Dozens of tiny sword slits.
Pan knelt down on one knee, holding Black Overlord tightly with one hand to prevent the other leg from also kneeling down. He gritted his teeth unwillingly, how could his pride allow him to fail in such a shameful way. He stepped forward with trembling feet and stood up in one step. His body was riddled with wounds, some of which were as deep as his bones, and some of which pierced his liver and lungs. At this moment, his totem appeared, his eyes were like demons, and his accelerated blood flow made the surface of his body brighter red, but he ignored it and was fearless. Death was just a natural joke in his eyes!
With his back to Pan, Alonso tilted his head slightly, without moving his sword or person, waiting for the opponent to attack.
Pan's aura expanded rapidly. The white silky domineering force made him look like a white-haired wild lion. The domineering force roared in the air. The sand and stones rose up, and the gravity was unbalanced. Countless gravels were under the extreme pressure of the domineering force. Bursting dust. He took action with this sword: "Iron Lion·The Dawn of Justice!"
"Good move." Alonso's sword tip picked up gravel and knocked away the scabbard not far away, and faced the enemy with one palm: " Vasak’s Ice Sin~!”
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(End of this chapter)