Chapter 269 268 Shadow Method


Chapter 269 268. Shadow Method

No time to chat, no time to express emotions.

On the battlefield of deathmatch, even farewell must be concise and efficient.

Old Robert inserted the giant sword that was already unstable in his hand into the ground, and then rushed towards Master Xianfeng and the three undead insects without looking back.

“For Robert!!!”

This middle-aged man who came here from Europe across the ocean shouted his son's name loudly, which was also his own name.

The ferocious teeth and appendages of the undead insect struck the front of his armor with dazzling sparks.

But he ignored it and rushed directly into the 'pedestal' where the insects were attached, the Immortal Peak Master.

The thick arms tightly hugged the instant Buddha with only a handful of bones left, and the sound of fractures was heard endlessly.

The undead bugs also 'embraced' the enemy that came to their door.

The centipedes' countless appendages tightly wrapped and entangled old Robert.

The sound of chitin rubbing against steel is chilling.

Under the steel armor, thick blood was dripping.

The centipedes have already inserted their appendages into the weak points of the armor and are beginning to touch the flesh inside the armor.

Old Robert was clearly and slowly feeling the touch of being slowly tightened and torn apart.

This terrifying feeling reminded him of the bug he caught when he was a child and had its legs and feet ripped off one by one.

It’s just that the person who is being slowly torn apart now is himself.

But Old Robert still did not let go, he still tightly imprisoned Master Xianfeng in place.

The undead insect that provided the power of jumping and movement like a spring is now wrapped around him and cannot move.

The withered body of the Immortal Peak Master was squeezed into a ball by the ‘embrace’, and the short knife inserted above his head was still scratching his skull and mandible.

There was no expression on his face that was as withered as a skeleton. He just lowered his head and recited silently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please be merciful to me, Buddha, and save the suffering."

The human body is hugging and the centipede's body is entangled, like a drawing from the eighteenth level of hell.

Lan En had no unnecessary expression, nor did he look at this scene much.

He just gritted his teeth calmly and pulled out Old Robert's giant sword.

The huge sword was dim and dirty, and it looked like it was a hard-working thing that had been through the battlefield.

Lan En’s leather gloves were clenched tightly on the hilt of the sword, making a "crunching" sound as the leather was pressed and rubbed.

"This weight is appropriate, right, Mentos?"

One and a half palms wide and one and eight meters long, the steel giant sword weighs dozens of kilograms. This is not a weapon that ordinary people can use.

It is not even a weapon that ordinary people can pick up. But for monster hunting

".Yes, it fits, sir."

Mentos knew Lane.

It knew that its main body didn't care whether the giant sword fit or not, but it still agreed.

The giant sword was held in the demon hunter's hand, making a whimpering sound.

The sound of the wind is completely different from the sharp sound breaking through the air when holding the sword and the sword of the lake girl. There is a sense of oppression that makes people want to cover their chests to calm their heartbeats.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis had just passed by Ashina Isshin.

The gold and steel Dragon Blade made a cut on her waist. The phantom-like body did not bleed. Instead, a handful of liquid like a viscous splash was brought out.

Ashina Isshin's physical strength was on the verge of reaching its limit. He could not even completely dodge the opponent's naginata blade this time.

A large piece of the raincoat on the shoulder was cut off, just a hair's breadth away, and the entire arm had to be removed.

Under the Prajna masks of eight hundred bhikkhunis, there was a sinister laughter.

But she was not prepared to continue fighting with Isshin Ashina.

Her purpose has always been very clear and definite -

Combining with Master Xianfeng, these enemies who have long been exhausted will naturally be easily dealt with.

She is not a samurai, not even a warrior. She is just a guard with a sword to protect the dragon.

I don’t have too much psychological baggage, and I don’t care about the persistence and glory on the blade.

We have received the gift of the divine dragon insect and gone through many vicissitudes of life.

Immortality is the long journey to enlightenment.

I heard that Shenlong came to this place from his hometown in the West. From this, we have understood the reason for being granted immortality. The dragon must be ‘stored’ in the ‘cradle’ and sent back to its hometown.

For this reason, we must not let anything go wrong with the ‘cradle’ at this time!

The eight hundred bhikkhunis floated up suddenly and lightly as if they were tied with steel wires on their backs.

The gloomy laughter resounded throughout the Buddhist hall.

But then

“Get out of here!”

The huge sword blade smashed down from mid-air with an appalling and suppressed sound of breaking through the air. !

Lan En exhaled hot breath from his open breathing mouth.

The air in front of his mouth and nose was even slightly distorted by the temperature.

The two hearts are running at an unprecedented speed, and the technique of controlling heart activity with breathing techniques learned through the ninja move book has taken effect.

The blood flowing out from the two hearts greatly increases the oxygen carrying capacity, and the blood pumped out by the [second heart] is additionally high in temperature for unknown reasons.

Lan En also poured into his mouth the [Combat Potion Combination] that he composed himself.

[Thunder], [Blizzard], [Maribo Forest].

Improve physical strength, nerve response, and vitality recovery speed respectively.

The poison of the potion invaded the blood vessels of the face and gathered in the eye sockets to form a deep black color.

The eight-hundred bhikshuni who could have slashed Lan En away with one blow, now choked back even his sinister laughter after taking Lan En's giant sword.

“Dang!!!”

Loud noises and sparks.

The weight, length, and shape of the weapon are enough to support Lan En to suppress it with strength!

Old Robert's sword not only directly pressed down the eight hundred bhikshuni's naginata this time, it even pressed all the way to her chest!

Due to the angle, the tip of the giant sword cut into the opponent's shoulder.

The broad and thick sword blade squeezed into the phantom-like flesh and blood. The damage caused by this sword far exceeded the total damage suffered by the previous eight hundred bhikshunis!

She even landed no longer smoothly. She used to have a body that was like flying leaves, but now she staggered involuntarily when she landed.

"Oh haha! Beautiful [one-word slash]!"

Even though he was out of breath and sweating, Ashina Isshin still laughed and praised generously.

[Ash Mingryu] is an unfettered technique. It is good to use katana and tachi, but when facing an opponent with a large size and large weapons, he can directly use a giant sword to match his martial arts. Lan En's talent and adaptability made him very happy.

But Lan En himself does not have so many psychological fluctuations.

He just stared at the countdown set by Mentos in the corner of his vision.

Two minutes.

The two minutes that old Robert paid for with his life.

Thirty seconds have passed now.

The pair of cat eyes stared at the Prajna face after landing, like a very hungry bear.

The great feel of the giant sword, as well as his current state, even made Lan En want to join Ashina Isshin and simply kill this phantom first.

Isshin Ashina naturally had the same idea, and immediately took advantage of the moment when the eight hundred bhikshuni fell to the ground unsteadily, and sheathed the long sword.

Using the low position of Iai Slash, he suddenly gets close to the opponent.

This is the starting position of [Ashina Cross Slash].

With Ashina's Isshin accomplishments, it is not difficult to behead the opponent with a single blow while he is on an unstable footing!

But then, under Lan En's unsuspecting gaze, the eerie and sharp laughter sounded again.

Several clones that were exactly the same as the Eight Hundred Bhikshunis, except that their bodies were colored in ink, appeared like mirror images pulled out of the water.

Spells with unknown effects.

The witcher grasped the hilt of the giant sword and kept glancing around.

This is why he never thought of killing eight hundred bhikkhunis quickly——

As the person with the highest status, it is impossible for her not to have some strange back-up plans.

After all, even Master Xianfeng, who seems to have repented, has undead bugs on his body that are not ordinary.

As the Lord of King Kong Mountain, it is normal to know some magic.

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