Claude easily blocked Morosad's attack, the galloping sword dance pierced Morosad's shoulder, and was then kicked over.

"You're dead, Molozad."

After all, the young male lion was no match for the aged lion king, and his claws were chopped off.

Claude ignored Morossad, he turned around to catch up with the rushing mice, his sword glowed like rain, piercing through the mutant mice, he waved his sword frantically, peeled off the mice layer by layer, and wanted to give the mice to them. dig it out.

Morosad staggered to his feet from the rat corpse, his distorted eyes kept focusing on Claude's figure.

His will was eroding, his right hand trembled and he couldn't grasp the sword in his hand, his left hand took the knight's sword and stepped out again.

"This guy is really not afraid of death." Simon scolded and stepped out, passing Morosad in an instant, bursting out at full speed, and trampling the rat corpse into mud.

Silently roared and swung down the battle axe, like a silver meteor hitting Claude.

Claude didn't even turn his head back, his arm swung back, the blade of the sword and the blade of the axe collided, the silver light burst instantly, the symphony of the iron was extremely harsh, and the trembling of the metal hit the eardrum.

Claude's arm shook, the tiger's mouth cracked open, blood flowed out, and his body was also stunned.

His old eyes narrowed suddenly, Simon's slash was too overbearing and powerful, and he was affected.

Simon opened his mouth and let out a silent roar, like a mad beast, swinging a giant axe in both hands, like a sledgehammer, and constantly slashing at Claude.

There was no pause, in order not to give Claude any chance to fight back.

A large piece of silver light madly hit Claude's knight sword, and the power of each axe was increasing.

The shadow ghost exerted the power of eating energy to the extreme, the whole person was like a black hole, and the ominous in the air poured into his body like a tide, strengthening the shadow ghost like swallowing dates.

The broken body is healing rapidly, like super self-healing.

It is not enough for ordinary people to lose their hands under this continuous impact, but Simon still refuses to stop. It is not enough for killing a bishop of the Green Sun Cult.

Jet black and silver light alternated back and forth, bringing splendid sparks in the collisions again and again.

At the moment when the silver light fell, Claude retreated sharply, the silver light hit the wall, and directly cut a half-meter deep slash.

This is his strategy. After the silver axe hits the wall, no matter how fast Simon is, there will be a brief pause, unable to maintain a continuous attack.

And Claude seized the opportunity instantly, and the knight sword struck out with lightning, hitting Simon's face, and the tip of the sword stabbed in, but fortunately, his head was not penetrated.

Claude was a little unswerving, stepped forward, and the knight sword quickly pierced inside.

Simon swung his battle axe and slashed at Claude fiercely. Claude quickly lowered his head to avoid the slash, and stepped back to draw the knight's sword.

Claude looked at Simon, who had come up again, with shock and puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

His sword definitely pierced into Simon's brain, and it couldn't kill him.

"Interesting, who the **** are you, Sky Drive Knight."

In another encounter, with a sound, the sturdy sword body of the slender knight sword in Claude's hand shattered under the influence of two strange forces.

The broken sword tip pierced the wall fiercely.

Claude's knight sword is a weapon made of steel, but the silver war axe in Simon's hands is indeed the highest craftsmanship in Fossa City. Compared with the two, the silver war axe is tougher and sharper.

Claude dragged the broken sword and stepped back, but Simon didn't want to let him go, the battle axe continued to chop past, one axe was stronger than another, and his broken sword broke in repeated collisions.

"It's a pity for a good sword." After Claude retreated from a complete distance, the old wrinkles twisted together, looking at the hand breaking the sword, a little sad.

This knight's sword has followed him for decades and has accompanied him all the way to this day.

This road is not easy to walk. Companions died and betrayed. Most of them died in front of him. Only this knight sword accompanied him and was his most loyal partner.

Broken at the moment, can not help but a little sad.

The break of this sword suddenly made him feel that he was really old, and maybe it would break just like this sword.

The dynamic silver light inexplicably ripped apart his sadness and such a trace of life perception.

He slowly raised the broken knight sword, and the sentimentality in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Even if it is broken, it is not here. Even if it is broken, I have to choose my own grave."

The terrifying murderous intent was almost condensed into substance, and it poured out in the old eyes. Claude's expression was not angry and arrogant, and the nameless Fengqi dragged his black robe.

Even with his broken claws, this aged lion has enough teeth to rip apart any enemy.

Broken Sword missed the battle axe, and at that moment Simon could only see a dash of galloping darkness, accompanied by the sound of thunder that ripped through the air, the edge of the Broken Sword pointed directly at Simon.

The broken sword stabbed into Simon's face again, Claude slapped the sword hilt with a palm, and with the blessing of a huge force, the whole broken sword sank into Simon's face.

The silver axe came back, and Claude clasped Simon's right hand like lightning, stopping his attack.

Just as Simon's left hand moved, Claude hooked Simon's feet with his right foot. With a force, Simon lost his balance and fell to the ground. His right leg directly stepped on Simon's left hand, making him unable to move.

He clenched the hilt of the sword and moved frantically to the right~lightnovelpub.net~ He was going to cut Simon's brain with the broken sword.

Simon clearly felt that the broken sword was tearing his head.

Not only that, the ominous terror emanating from Claude was eroding his will like a tsunami, and the world in his eyes was completely distorted, torturing him to the point of going crazy.

If you don't let me live, you don't want to live either.

Simon struggled frantically and kicked Claude's back with his legs. Claude was determined to kill Simon and kicked him.

The next moment Morosad came with a blistering gust of wind, and the Holy Flame Knight's sword ripped open the unknown with a deadly holy flame.

Claude had to back down.

Morosad stood in front of Simon, maintaining the stabbing action. The next moment he fell to the ground. He couldn't hold on any longer. The silver lines on his face were melting, and the holy silver bolt in his body was melting.

Simon immediately grabbed Morosad and absorbed his magic energy frantically, allowing the Sacred Silver Bolt to cool down slowly.

prevented his death.

"You mustn't let him take away the guinea pig." Morosad, who had regained some sense of reason, spoke with difficulty, as if begging Simon.

"No one can stop me, you all have to die."

His old and aged face, the assassin was twisted like a ghost, holding a blood-stained broken sword, bringing a gust of wind. The dark and surging Broken Sword slashed fiercely, ruling everything. There is no one who can break the steel.

Simon grabbed Morosad's Holy Flame Knight sword and swung the battle axe in his right hand, blocking the broken sword.

The terrifying force hit Simon backwards, Claude stepped forward, his body moved ghostly, and the broken sword slashed fiercely, directly cutting off Simon's right arm.

The Sword of the Holy Flame Knight also pierced into his body, and the unextinguished holy flame burned his flesh and blood.

Who is going to die with you old monster.

Die yourself.