The shadow of Ji Wu's blood drowned the mouse. No matter how flexible it was, it couldn't escape such a dense attack. The sharp blade pierced blood holes one after another in the mouse.

The little white mouse held the blood shadow and endured the pain, as if smashing the blood shadow, and rushed to the middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life.

The blood-colored knight sword stabbed at the neck of the mouse, and blood splashed out. Regardless of the pain, the guinea pig twisted his body, the sharp knight's sword split from his neck, and a large amount of blood spurted out.

Getting rid of the knight's sword, the guinea pig jumped up, waving its claws as sharp as knives and taking only the neck.

But suddenly the middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life juggled a cold magic pistol from his waist with his left hand. of magical energy.

The magic pistol held against the mouse's head without moving forward, and pulled the trigger in an instant, thunder roared, and bursting flames spewed from the steel barrel, tearing the flesh on the mouse's head, and instantly hit the The skull, with a fist-sized blood hole in the forehead.

But the brains did not burst out. Its skull was harder than steel, and the bullet was embedded in the skull.

Under the impact of powerful kinetic energy, the mouse was knocked to a halt and fell in front of the middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life.

The middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life pulled the trigger ruthlessly, and the guinea pig hugged his head like lightning with his claws and shrank his neck.

The vicissitudes-faced middle-aged man didn't want to shoot it in the head, his goal was to catch it alive.

The bullet shot the mouse's limbs, and the strong kinetic energy of the bullet shot through the limbs.

After the bullet was fired, the vicissitudes-faced middle-aged man swung his knight's sword into the mouse's body, directly penetrating the mouse's body.

He is very measured, choosing the location of the damage will not kill, but will make the mouse lose its mobility.

The guinea pig screamed in pain, the sound was higher than the sound, and the mournful wailing sound carried some kind of magic.

This cry penetrated into the mind like a steel needle, whether it was a human or a mutant mouse, the brain buzzed, and the blood in the body boiled.

It was like throwing a pile of firewood into the raging flames, making the already vigorous flames burn even more intensely.

The soft armor on the middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life is constantly cracking, and the blood lines on the face are more and more shiny. People are getting weirder.

This silver pattern is the Sacred Silver Bolt.

The Sacred Silver Bolt, which only knights possess, is actually embedded in the body of this vicissitudes-faced middle-aged man.

He is by no means a knight, there is only one possibility, he used to be a knight, and now he has fallen into a black knight.

The madness of Yuanxue forced the appearance of the Sacred Silver Bolt, indicating that his situation at this time was extremely dangerous.

The ferocious complexion with interlaced blood-silver lines showed struggle and pain. He was fighting against the erosion of the source blood. The cry made him appear in the environment. The world in his eyes was distorted, spitting blood, and he could even smell the thick blood. taste.

This is not the first time this has happened, and he has a way to deal with it.

Turning the wrist, the knight sword stirred the flesh and blood of the mouse, and swung it violently, cutting the flesh and blood, and shredding the internal organs, intending to cut off the mouse.

The hard bones blocked the knight's sword, and while swinging, the mouse was thrown out and hit the wall.

The mouse's body was almost cut off, and a large piece of blood mixed with internal organs flowed into the sewage.

The white mouse whimpered, and high-temperature white gas came out of his body, and his body size was also rapidly shrinking, shrinking back to its original size.

The middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restless blood in his body.

The silver stripes and blood stripes on his face dimmed slightly, the restless source blood was slowly returning to calm, and the distorted world in his eyes was reconnecting with reality and was calming down.

He stepped over, and indeed at this moment, a figure jumped up from the pothole next to it, and like a vigorous cheetah, stepped in front of the middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life at an extremely fast speed.

The knight's sword blazing with holy flames fell head-on, like a holy sword that judges sin, to end the wicked.

The middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life waved his hand, a smear of blood hit the sword of the Holy Flame Knight, and the sonorous iron sound of the steel impact was accompanied by the scattered holy flame.

The vicissitudes-faced middle-aged man took two steps back.

The person who came was Morosad, who escaped from the pothole at the fastest speed.

Morosad's face was gloomy, and the silver streaks of the Holy Silver Bolt that had not disappeared appeared on his face.

The roar of the guinea pig also affected him.

"Molozade, long time no see." The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes face said expressionlessly.

He naturally knew the middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life. After all, he was also a famous knight in Fossa City.

"The Green Sun Cult really has mastered the inferior blood production technology, and you are willing to try even the inferior blood. You are really getting deeper and deeper, Yake." There is no anger at the traitor, Molossad The tone was calm, even a little regretful~lightnovelpub.net~ I just obeyed my heart and chose my own path. "The middle-aged man with the vicissitudes of life, maybe he should be called Yake.

One of the knights guarding the round table of the original Fossa City Hall, the old title of the fearless knight: Yake.

"Your own choice, I don't care, but you chose the road of depravity, the dark road that runs counter to my knights, then speak with a sword."

"Okay." He replied calmly.

When the two of them looked at each other, the magical energy on their bodies suddenly burst out.

Morosad held the knight's sword in both hands, and the holy flame of the sword was burning. The tip of the sword was slightly downward, like a bowed tiger. When their eyes crossed again, the two moved at the same time.

The scarlet figure is like a vigorous cheetah. The boiling blood increases his body. The blood-colored knight's sword shines with a terrifying cold light, shreds the darkness, and collides with the sword of holy flame that is also galloping.

The steel slammed, and the sparks that splashed were fleeting.

The two of them swung their swords at full speed, and the blood light and the holy flame collided wildly. In this narrow sewer, there was very little space for the two to move left and right, and they could only move forward or backward.

There was no pause, the sound of the cracking sky collapsed again, and the two violently collided and fought.

Yake has a strong desire to attack, like a mad beast who has lost his mind. He has to bite his opponent to death before giving up.

Approaching repeatedly, advancing forward and swinging the sword, the knight's sword slashed over his head and fell violently.

Morosad instinctively retreated, and at the same time tilted his blade, the blades staggered together, and sharp metal friction erupted, and the holy flame and blood light were continuously scattered to both sides.

The falling blood-colored knight sword fell along the slant of the holy flame knight sword, and Morosad slashed straight up. In the end, Morosad took a step faster, and the sharp cold light brought a touch of blood.