Chapter 532 533. Wons greaves
Everyone can say nice things, but if nice words and roars can beco fighting power, then the weak will be ravaged by the strong should disappear from the world.
In Lan En's eyes, Brisson's fighting level is not even as good as the only remaining divine guard beside him.
Because just after Lan En killed two people with one shot of [Alder's Sign], the only remaining divine guard imdiately pounced on them.
That posture was obviously because he didn't want Lan En to have the chance to use the attack that could penetrate two people at once.
There should be so limit to powerful attacks.
This is a normal thought.
And if Brisson also has the qualities of a warrior, he should rush forward together with the cult guards.
Its a pity that he spent this ti declaring his life motto.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound of steel colliding, and a circle of sparks burst out from the blade of the cult guard.
The eyes under that visor could not stop being frightened.
Because his body also seed to be falling apart at the sa ti. It felt like his body's movent ability was beginning to stagnate even though his slashing was blocked by soone!
Good skills.
Lan En gave the other party a slight complint.
According to ntos's calculations, after he fully withstood the rebound force of [Wei MingrenDengli], it would take at least five more moves for this guy to collapse.
He is indeed a master of ordinary people.
But he was not facing an ordinary person.
In an instant, he pulled out the Lake Lady's Sword from his waist and blocked the [Dengli Carp]. Lan En just used the angle of swinging the long knife to knock out the weighted ball on the handle of the knife in his hand!
And on the weighted ball, a hazy layer of air distortion was also wrapped around it.
That is the core skill in [Xianfengji Boxing], the air hamr.
The high-density air flowing at high speed was wrapped around the weighted ball and hit the side ears of the cult guard's helt.
The influence of air pressure will not be weakened by the helt. Lan En saw with his own eyes that the eyes under the visor of the other party were filled with bloodshot eyes due to the sudden disturbance of intracranial air pressure, and then the pupils beca dilated.
Looking at the slumped divine guard in front of him, Lan En held the Sword of the Lake Lady and turned the sword around habitually.
He is not Ashina's rigid samurai, who has to fight until his posture collapses.
After gaining a little advantage in the battle, he still has many thods that he can use to expand his advantage.
At this ti, Brisson finally realized that he was alone.
His handso face was flushed with blood due to the accumulation of blood, and he had just pulled out a Greek dagger from his waist.
But Lan Ens attention was not on the short sword in the opponents hand, but on his legs under his robe.
The opponent's legs were wearing greaves with sandals, and the shape of the greaves directly wrapped the entire calf.
Its just that it looks like the greaves are for won.
Although it could be matched with Brisson's handso appearance, Lan En didn't believe it because he was wearing a won's greaves and said it was nothing special.
Sure enough, Brisson rushed towards Lan En!
The clay floor in the basent instantly created two spider web-shaped crack pits under the force of his legs!
The effect of hitting it with a sledgehamr is nothing more than this!
This is the instantaneous impact force calculated in tons at least!
The montum in his legs turned into speed, and Brisson's body stirred up the wind in the entire basent.
His loose blue robe was flying flamboyantly, just like his expression of joy and ferocity at this ti.
He has always wanted to see the fear of him in the eyes of others, instead of showing weak and disgusting emotions such as 'love' and 'tolerance' on his face.
But now, the divine religion has helped him do it.
How many such powerful artifacts can even the two city-states of Athens and Sparta produce? In order to obtain more of this power, he will continue to work for the Religion, and his status in the Religion will continue to rise.
Its hard to kill people, kill a lot of people, but its all worth it!
Just like the guy in front of now.
He suddenly broke in and suddenly killed the three religious guards around him, which was very powerful. Without anyone having to say anything, Brisson knew this was sothing.
But so what if its powerful?
Facing the power of the divine religion, it is only insignificant.
Brisson swung his dagger in a rapid sprint.
Just as he expected, the person who suddenly broke in from the opposite side also raised the long knife in his hand before he had ti to think.
Want to et the incoming dagger.
But Brisson knew in his heart that his swordsmanship had never been great.
Whats amazing about him is the pair of greaves he wears on his legs!
The handso young man from an artistic family had a cheerful and fierce smile on his face.
The dagger in his hand stopped midway, and he jumped up instead.
The pair of won's greaves on his calves shone slightly with a golden sheen.
He was extrely light and swift, and launched a high spinning kick in mid-air!
Taking into account the force with which he kicked the ground just now, if he kicked soone this ti, his head would probably be blown off!
It seed to Brisson that Lan En's head was about to explode in the next mont.
Just now he was thinking about picking up the long sword to fight the short sword. In this short period of ti, he could no longer withdraw his strength and change his moves!
Brisson is certain of this.
But soon, the smile on his face, a handso young man from an artistic family, suddenly solidified.
"Ah."
A chuckle.
Speak out in this mont that is not allowed to be heard.
At this ti, there was a spiral airflow surrounding Lan En's legs.
His hand had just been taken out of the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and his blood was still on it.
This blood is precisely to activate a thing, a skill.
Old Hunter Leg BoneWuxinliuShokuchi!
There was a "pop" sound!
The tall figure originally standing in front of Brisson disappeared like smoke.
When he reappeared, he had already entered the inside of the leg that was swinging in a circle during the roundhouse kick.
Before the shock on Brissons face dissipated, there was a stab sound.
The bright silver light flashed across the crook of his kicked leg.
The powerful roundhouse kick caused his shins wearing greaves to fly out and hit the wall.
The remaining blood in the calf was squeezed out by the impact, spraying out splatter-like traces on the wall.
Brisson, who lost his entire calf, fell down due to instability in his balance after the roundhouse kick.
Ahhhhh!!
At first, this beautiful young man looked at his flying calf in a daze, as if he didn't realize what was going on. But then, the pain drove him to roar.
Lan En looked down at the twisted and beautiful young man rolling in a pool of his own blood, and took out the magical note.
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