Sa!

The piercing sound suddenly whizzed, and a white gold blade flashed across the void, slashing towards Johnson.

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first, and a thief first capture a king, the simple truth is naturally clear to Allen.

At this time, among the people on the opposite side, only Johnson was in a weak state. Although he was not in a coma on the spot, it was better. With such a good opportunity, Allen did not take advantage of the victory, and simply looked down on the opponent.

Clang!

The crisp and sonorous metal crash suddenly roared, and a dazzling spark was pulled out in the void.

Reluctant to come back to his senses, Johnson took out his backhand and drew out his long sword and threw it up, blocking Allen's slashing slash.

But it was limited to this. The next moment, Johnson, who barely kept up with Allen's speed but did not make any defensive actions, shot backwards like a cannonball.

The scarlet blood flew in the night sky, and was shattered by the violent sword energy, turned into a broken blood mist, and was rendered with a demon-like color under the silver-white moonlight.

In the next moment, Allen, who had a short afterimage in the air because of the intersecting swords, disappeared again and chased after Johnson, who was flying backwards.

It is an excellent strategy to beat down a dog.

However, the next moment, accompanied by the clanging sound, Allen, who disappeared because of the speed, appeared again and appeared on the roof of the train that was not so wide.

"Although I don't care about his life, it is impossible for you to kill him in front of me."

Glenn stood in front of Ah Chun, licking the scimitar in his sharp hand with some bloodthirsty, with a crazy smile on his face. At this time, he didn't have the grace and extravagance that he had before, more like a A lunatic who was driven to a desperate situation.

The soft tongue rubbed on the blade of the scimitar, and the sharp edge was marked with bloodstains.

The bead of round jade is like a ruby, more than blood, hanging drop by drop on Senhan's scimitar, dragged by the ubiquitous gravity, sliding down the blade, dripping on the roof of the car, and blooming beautiful blood.

Two scimitars of exactly the same style were held in Glenn's hands, one fore and the other for the other, blood dotted on them, looking extremely **** and brutal.

As if being awakened, while the bloodballs rolled down, there was also a coquettish and crimson blood flowing on the knife body, brilliant and dazzling, with a terrifying murderous intent.

Alan glanced at Glenn casually, and replied with a smile as if he didn't look at him at all, "Then try."

I don't know if Alan's tone was too contemptuous, which reminded Glenn of something he didn't want to look back, and his face suddenly became extremely embarrassing.

The terrifying and restless killing intent began to boil, and there seemed to be a surging sea of ​​blood with countless souls up and down beside Glenn.

No, it doesn't seem to be an illusion.

Alan stared blankly at the vision beside Glenn, watching those grieving souls who struggled and roared in a sea of ​​blood, but still couldn't get rid of them, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Through his keen spiritual sense, he can clearly perceive what kind of grievances those wronged souls floating in a sea of ​​blood are carrying, and what terrifying resentments are entwined with him.

They wailed in pain in the sea of ​​blood, like mad struggles, their eyes were violent, or numb, or crazy, or desolate, but in those eyes, the same hatred was hidden. The hatred that can't be washed away even if it is full of three rivers and four seas, and the starry sky and the world.

"You **** it."

Although he had spoken before, Allen was mainly to provoke the opponent to expose his flaws so that he could make a quick battle.

But now, Allen has only one thought in his mind, to kill the other person.

He no longer wants to irritate the other party with all his thoughts and words, let the other party reveal their flaws, and no longer want to learn the other party’s origin from the other party’s words, all this is no longer important, he has only one thing to do .

Cut off this beast's head to comfort the dead but still unrest!

The surging and fierce killing intent suddenly rose, and the air seemed to become distorted, and ripples appeared in the air like water waves, but they were not as powerful as before.

The vision at this time, more like some terrifying monster in the void, is about to emerge.

Roar!

The majesty is like a natural sacred roar suddenly pierced, and there is no substantial spread, but it reverberates in everyone's spiritual world.

The rippling ripples became bigger and bigger, as if the boiling water began to surging more and more, the extremely terrifying killing intent was mixed with the incomparable will, breaking the boundary between material and spirit.

After many days, Allen's "potential" once again fully appeared in the real world.

Books are long, and no books are short, but the changes in Glenn and Allen are no more than a moment of effort. The speed is incredible. Even the people on the other side don't know how to stop them.

"interesting."

Feeling the raging killing intent on Allen's body, Glenn smiled madly.

Sa!

The next moment, the figure standing in front of Alan with both hands holding scimitars suddenly disappeared.

Similarly, Allen disappeared in place at the same time.

The voices of the two are not clear in the air, only the afterimage of a short pause accompanied by the clanging metal crash can make people see their general trajectory.

The tough and sharp scimitars and long knives collided and rubbed violently in the air with extreme power and speed, pulling out a dazzling fire.

As Alan and they began to fight, the other six people who hadn't reacted because Alan suddenly moved and caused Johnson to be knocked into the air, at this time finally kept up with the rhythm.

Never knew where to pull out his gun and start shooting.

Yes, they use guns.

The sound of pulling the trigger, the sound of a firing pin hitting the primer, the sound of gunpowder suddenly exploding... all kinds of sounds mixed in the intensive confrontation of Allen and the others, mixed into a messy and uniquely beautiful song. Strange tracks.

The horrible sound is as if the dense sound on the high-intensity battlefield is produced on the top of the train, accompanied by the night wind to travel a very long distance.

The brilliant firelight flickered in the dark night, bringing a different kind of color to this cold night, irritable and exciting.

On the vast plain where the train was traveling, many nocturnal beasts were deterred by the sound and the fire, and began an unreasonable migration in the dark night.

Their keen sense derived from countless lives and deaths told them that staying away from this behemoth is the most correct choice.

However, on the contrary, in such a violent and messy voice, the passengers in the carriage under Alan and their feet showed no signs of being sober.

This is also a matter of course. After all, Leonard has already prepared everything, not only for safety, but also to prevent these travelers from being awakened and seeing what they shouldn't see.

To be honest, it's not that Allen didn't want to let Leonard solve his worries at the beginning and then kill him.

The key is that this train has more than a dozen cars and hundreds of meters in length. Even if Leonard has advanced to silver, he needs some preparation.

The situation at the time was that they did not have enough time. If Allen did not show up, after two more carriages, they would find Austin and the others.

Because of this, Allen directly stood up and confronted them, thinking very well. If it is solved directly, then there is no need to waste energy.

If there is no solution, you can also buy time for Leonard so that Leonard can complete the corresponding technique.

After all, Allen believes that they will not be willing to do anything to ordinary people on the train unless they are a last resort.

If they really did that, then they would face the anger of the empire, the anger of Caesar.

Bang bang bang...

Dense, like rain hitting plantains, gunshots resounded across the night sky, and orange-yellow copper-shell bullets fired from modified firearms, engulfing huge kinetic energy enough to injure top black iron transcendents toward the empty void. Shot away.

However, these all became useless, even if it was suppressed by [Immortal Stigma (pseudo)·Royal Power] at this time, but Alan's speed was still extraordinary, beyond the limit they could handle.

The two figures that circulated and collided in the void, even in the eyes of these six people, belonged to the level of afterimages.

Moreover, Glenn was still at war with Alan. Although they didn't like it and didn't prepare much for Glenn, they still understood the current situation and knew that if Glenn was defeated, they would not escape death.

Therefore, their shooting is extremely restrained, relying on the experience of more than a hundred battles to carry out predictive attacks on Allen's movements.

Its main purpose is not to injure or even kill the opponent, but to give Glenn a chance to breathe when he is at a disadvantage.

That's right, even if he opened up and opened his hole cards, Glenn still couldn't have the upper hand.

"How is it possible?"

Alan, who had broken through the air and tore through the wind, looked at the twisted expression on the opposite side, and seemed to understand the other side's doubts.

However, he just sneered, "How can it be impossible."

"You think that you and I are just the difference in physical fitness."

"You think you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me when I am restricted."

"What kind of mistake was it that gave you this illusion."

"You and me are far apart."

The long knife gripped tightly by Allen suddenly roared, and the platinum brilliance flowing on the knife suddenly converged, as if the winter snow melted into the ordinary long knife.

There is no sound of breaking through the air, no explosion that surpasses the speed of sound, and no roar of monsters that appear and appear in the material world.

The seemingly unremarkable long knife, at a very fast but very slow speed, pulled a perfect arc in the air, and slashed straight down towards Glen.

"Drink!"

A little frustrated by Allen's words, Glenn, as if thinking of something, felt the crisis of life and death and suddenly came back to his senses.

The long knife in his hand suddenly lifted high, and the sea of ​​blood around Glenn began to boil endlessly, one by one, blood bubbles rose from the depths of the blood sea, and then burst on the surface of the blood sea, starting to roll like a pan.

Countless souls wailed in it, and their expressions were more horrified and terrified than before, as if they felt something, their struggle was far more intense than in the past.

Its stern and unwilling roar almost faintly shook the sky and began to affect the material world.

However, after all, there is no protagonist among them, and they have not been able to perform miracles.

The roaring souls struggling in the sea of ​​blood began to dissolve in the boiling sea of ​​blood like butter in a hot pot.

After losing their bodies, their souls also ushered in the end.

At the same time that such a change occurred, Glen's body was suddenly stained with blood red, and the scarlet color that seemed to be solidified by countless blood appeared on his body, faintly condensed into blocks, like a pair of indestructible plate armor.

And as soon as the blood-light plate armor appeared, Glen's aura began to rise rapidly, like waves hitting the shore, endlessly.

The illusory and misty blood condensed into a blood flame that looked like a substance and burned blazingly on Glen's body, reflecting the whole person of Glenn like a god, majestic and mighty.

In such a tactic of burning the background and burning jade, Glenn was originally only beyond the pinnacle of the Black Iron Step even under the blessing of the sea of ​​blood, and finally broke that invisible barrier and reached the realm of the Silver Step.

Feeling the majestic majesty emanating from Glenn's body, the strong pressure that spontaneously escapes, the faces of the six people standing behind the paddling could not help showing a trace of envy.

Even if they knew that Glenn didn't really stand in that field, but even if it was just a moment of silver, it was worthy of their envy.

However, feeling the aura on Glenn's body, Alan's expression remained unchanged.

The momentum of the charge was advancing or retreating, and even suddenly accelerated by three points, becoming more decisive and tough.

His eyes were cold and cold, shining with a sharp edge.

Click!

A very crisp, very subtle, but clear and incomparable cracking sound suddenly resounded.

The scene became silent for a while. Standing behind Glenn, the faces of the other six people who seemed to intentionally and unintentionally protected Johnson, who was dizzy on the roof of the car, changed a lot.

Rumble!

The surging and wanton wind suddenly exploded like thunder on the ground, sweeping in all directions.

The terrifying shock wave, with unmatched power and strength, hit these extraordinary people standing on the roof of the car, making a dull sound.

The few people who were accidentally injured by the aftermath of the battle between Alan and Glenn couldn't help but step back under the strong shock wave, stepping on the roof of the car with very clear footprints, alleviating the pressure they received.

This is so, they did not miss the most critical matchup because of this.

The violent tornado storm slowly dissipated, and in the fuzzy air, both Glenn and Allen appeared again.

Glenn was ragged, and the original luxurious tuxedo had been torn into beggar outfits, holding two machetes with only the handles in his hands.

Suddenly, hundreds of holes of various kinds appeared on the top of the carriage. Looking down through the holes, it seems that the scimitar fragments of different shapes and sizes lying on the mask can be seen.

Pouch!

As if he had been chopped and chopped hundreds of knives, the scars of the bones were visible on Glenn's body. Scarlet blood gushed out from his wounds and gathered into a torrent of torrents, dripping into the pit on the roof of the car, and flowing into the car. Hole in the top.

The original vision of **** flames has disappeared, and the blood-colored plate armor on Glen's body has once again returned to nothingness.

His body was a little rickety, and his hard spine had been broken in a fierce strike before Allen, but he was always reluctant to bow his head and wanted to maintain his final decentness.

Holding a long knife, Alan glanced at the opponent blankly, then passed Glenn, who had completely lost his life, and looked behind the opponent.