Chapter 570: Defeat of Kayan
Faced with Soshiyang's killer moves, Kayan knew that it would be disadvantageous to fight for a long time - the forbidden field created by the untouchable was oppressing his brain.
Even though Khayon has been smart enough not to use psychic powers, as a Thousand Sons wizard, he is born with witchcraft flowing in his veins. If he continues to entangle with the opponent, he will only become weaker and weaker.
Obviously, it was impossible to achieve the task. Kayon made a prompt decision and decided to leave.
“I’ll let you be proud for a while this time!”
Kayan swung away the tip of Soshyan's spear with his sword, then quickly retreated and took out all the tarot cards in his leather sheath.
“Go!”
In an instant, cards were flying all over the sky, and then they burned one after another.
But after burning this time, they did not turn into ashes like the previous ones. Instead, they formed a constantly rotating barrier, shrouding Kayon in it.
Facing the maelstrom composed of the constantly churning, colorful mist, Soshiyang stood upright, raising the soul spear to the height of his eyes and extending it horizontally in front of him.
Although the mist mixed with countless colors continued to hit him, the lifeless metal part of the soul spear was still bright and clear.
Soshiyang placed his gaze on it and used the true image it reflected to filter out all the thousands of phantoms around him.
Then he sighed and breathed out. Each breath lasted for several minutes, during which his heartbeat dropped to eleven beats.
This breathing method was also taught to him by Professor Savita. The Prince of Crows can even reduce his heartbeat between each breath to seven times. This is why he is difficult to be beaten in the dark even without power armor. Reasons for awareness.
It’s just that Suoshiyang’s current state of mind can never reach such a peaceful state.
But it is enough to deal with the current situation.
In his eyes, except for the storm raging around him, everything was an illusion.
However, the ferocious beast lingered behind the illusion...
The next second, they jumped out of the mist at the same time and rushed towards him together, one behind and the other close to him. Left, they may think that these two places are Soshyan's flaws.
Usually the demons would emit a series of harsh screams or piercing owl calls when attacking, but this pair killed them quietly, without giving their prey the slightest warning.
But this is meaningless...
Soshiyang turned to the left and thrust his soul spear at the black figure coming from the flank, but the black figure jumped back like a tall, thin and ugly acrobat. , leaping into the mist.
The other attacker's claws slashed down and struck Soshyan's head.
Although Suoshiyang had already moved out of the way a moment ago, he still felt a sharp claw wind on his back.
The blow was so ferocious that it took the attacker a full second, so that when Soshyan spun the spear over his shoulder and struck back at the horse, it had no time to parry.
Although Sosh didn't even look back when he struck this blow, he had already discerned everything he needed to know from the moving breath.
When he entered the dark night state of mind taught by Sevatar, the enemy's light movements were as easy to detect as violent movements, and the whispers were as harsh as shouts.
"Weak."
Soshiyang said at the moment when the soul spear passed by the opponent's throat.
Just extend the sharp edge of the soul spear a few inches forward, and this blow can kill the opponent.
At this time, the second ferocious beast jumped out of the mist. It was like a mixture of multiple demons. The thorns between the horns on its head stood straight with anger. The small eyes were glaring at Soshyan, and below them was a beak with protruding jaws and sharp edges like jagged teeth. The strong body was full of blood-colored lines and various piercing decorations.
This time, it was not so quiet when it attacked.
When Soshyan rounded his spear and took the devil's claws, he could already see the fear in the opponent's eyes.
Soshiyang's arm shook, and the whirlpool at the tip of the spear activated, instantly cutting off the devil's claws, and then with a scream, penetrated into the devil's neck.
In an instant, black blood spread all over the sky. Then Soshyan's attack continued until another demon held down his shoulders and opened its bloody mouth to attack his head.
Hold the spear in your backhand and thrust upward with force.
The next second, the blood-stained spear tip pierced the ugly head's Tianling Cap, and the dirty pus slid down the spear shaft and onto Soshyan's helmet.
With a strong impact, the demon was thrown away from the tip of the spear. Soshyan wiped the dirt on the eyepiece with his hand, and then looked at the gradually dissipating fog——
It turned out that Ka Taking this opportunity, Yang had turned to Thor.
He was smart enough to know that Soshyan, as an untouchable, was an insurmountable barrier, so he turned his target to Thor, who seemed easier to deal with.
But he was wrong, this was not an easy target.
As early as the first moment when Soshyan fought with the demon, Kayon had already rushed towards Sol, trying to sneak attack while the opponent was fighting the demon lynx.
He was never a knight or a warrior, he was a killer.
Coca Yang underestimated Thor's combat power.
The champion swordsman of the Third Legion noticed something strange behind him. He immediately turned around and threw the demon lynx aside.
The next second, their weapons collided.
As a result, Kayan staggered back.
Thor sneered, pulled out the sword from the scabbard on his waist, and blocked Khayon's subsequent fatal blow in time.
"I owe you a humiliation for a certain period of time, Thousand Sons."
Khayon took a few steps back and opened his arms.
"Okay, come on, come and take what you deserve."
Their weapons met, collided and converged again.
When Thor turned, spun, jumped, and the sword flew up and down when he thrust, it was then that Khayon realized that the opponent's sword skills were far more terrifying than they seemed.
He considers himself to be an experienced warrior, which is true, although his endurance is at most more durable.
But if a warrior wants to compete with a superb swordsman, then unfortunately, it is no different from committing suicide.
It’s just that Khayon observed the opponent’s approach and found that it was surprisingly similar to Telemanon. Both were able to achieve a fatal harmony between the form and function of the sword move.
“Are you from the Third Legion?”
Kayon asked tentatively, and dodged a blow aimed at his neck, but there was also a deep cut on his shoulder. Deep scratches.
“Do you think I would tell you.”
Thor smiled after hearing this, and then strode forward, the long sword in his right hand slashed across with a whistling sound.
Kayon raised his sword to block the blow, forcing it to stop.
"The Astral Knights are really a battle group full of secrets."
After saying that, Khayon slapped Thor's sword away, but before he could withdraw his strength, the opponent strode like lightning. Rushed over.
The next second, their heads collided violently, and Khayon was forced to retreat.
At this time, his right foot suffered a heavy blow from an inexplicable object, and then he lost his balance and fell to his knees on one foot.
Before Khayon could stand up, the sharp blade tip pressed against his throat, and its owner was looking down at him through the dark goggles.
(End of this chapter)