Legendary Hero

blyde valley

Wittstein, the hand of death, and Dalslow, the nine-star silver moon warrior, followed the trail all the way, traveling day and night without a moment's rest.

When they reached the river valley, even though both of them were physically strong, after running for thousands of kilometers, they still felt a little lack of energy.

At this moment, the Dark Elf first saw his opponent.

"Look there, on the stone pillar!" Dalslow pointed to a weathered stone pillar in the distance, and through the wind and sand rolling in the valley, he could see a figure standing on the top of the pillar.

At this time, there is only one explanation for appearing so blatantly in the dangerous river valley. The person in front of them is their target for thousands of miles.

Wittstein also spotted his opponent, and with a 'chi' sound, a torrent of high-heat steam spewed out from his armor, causing him to stop his forward momentum in an instant, and stood firmly.

"It's him." Wittstein's tone was very certain. He had been to Ximu Town and asked the local mercenaries to find out the specific situation, and he knew the characteristics of this human warrior named Luo Lin.

The mercenaries described him as "at least 1.9 meters tall, strong but not bloated, wearing unique leather armor, and dignified." ’ This description fits perfectly with the person in front of me.

"He's been waiting for us." Dalslow also stopped, took a deep breath, and raced against the clock to adjust his physical condition.

Since the other party was waiting for him, it meant that he had been prepared and was in the best condition. However, they had traveled a long distance and were exhausted, so the other party took advantage of a loophole.

"No problem!" Waiterslow looked left and right, then pointed to a 20-meter-high stone pillar 100 meters ahead and said, "I will go there and use the magic musket to interfere with the opponent's fighting rhythm. If he shows his flaws, I can kill him with one blow!"

Dalslow nodded, pulled out the two scimitars on his back, and waved them casually, blooming silver saber flowers, and at the same time, a silver-white stream of light appeared on the surface of his body, which surrounded his body. The body began to flow with a precise trajectory, the speed became faster and faster, and finally the traces were blurred, forming a light shield similar to smoke.

This is the nine-star defensive magic: Meteor Fog, which is very strong and aggressive, and can annihilate objects that come into contact with light shields. Even Wettstein is not sure whether his magic musket can defeat it. hit break.

After the defensive magic appeared, Dalslow stopped using magic. He held the knife with both hands at his side, leaned forward slightly, stepped on the ground lightly with his toes, and began to gallop forward.

He ran extremely fast, almost without touching the ground. Looking at it from a distance, he seemed to be flying on the rocky surface of the river valley, as light as the wind.

Wittstein followed him, and after running with him for more than a hundred meters, he climbed up to the stone pillar he had been optimistic about before. When he reached the top of the stone pillar, he knelt on one knee, and the metal on the wrist of the armor flowed rapidly, forming a long Long magic musket. The barrel of this musket was at least one meter long, with a dark blue metallic luster, and it was one of the weapons he had inspected in Prince Gogel's mansion.

He then held the musket with the flat end in his hand, skillfully pressed a bullet that was more than ten centimeters long and the thickness of a thumb into the magazine, then turned the head of the gun, aiming vaguely at the figure on the stone pillar not far away.

Everything was ready, he opened his mouth and shouted to Dalslow: "I'm already in place!"

Dalslow nodded, and rushed to where Rollin was.

Luo Lin was planning to fight, without any hesitation, he jumped off the stone pillar.

When he was in mid-air, he didn't draw his sword, or even made any defense, but just rested his hand on the hilt of the sword.

For Wittstein, this was originally an excellent opportunity to attack, because the opponent was in mid-air and had nowhere to leverage, so naturally he could not dodge his attack. If anyone else dared to do this in front of him, he would definitely shoot and split the opponent's body in two with powerful bullets!

But this time, waiting for his opponent to hit the ground, he didn't pull the trigger because he wasn't sure.

The wind in the valley picked up, whistling, rolling the wind and sand, as if cheering for this rare peak duel in the Underdark Region.

Luo Lin began to quicken his steps forward. His steps were very big and heavy. Every step he took would inevitably cause gravel to splash and the ground would inevitably tremble slightly. He was completely two extremes with the light and elegant dark elves. .

In the beginning, the distance between the two sides was about 200 meters, but to the two people fighting, this distance was nothing at all. In less than three seconds, the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters.

Luo Lin still didn't draw his sword. His hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and his fingers moved lightly. It seemed that he was adjusting to the best condition, but at the same time, he seemed to be moving randomly. Neither of his opponents could figure out his position. intention.

The dark elf Dalslow's scimitar changed its position slightly, from the previous posture of lying sideways to the front of the scimitar, and his scimitar also began to appear strange, with arcs of light like silver electric snakes Appeared, wrapped around the blade, extended into the air, hit the air, and made a crackling sound.

"Hey!" The dark elf let out a muffled roar, and slashed forward with two knives. Two bright electric arcs were drawn towards Luo Lin like whips, and an extremely pungent smell emanated from the air.

Wittstein also shot at the same time, with a loud 'boom', a flame nearly half a meter long spewed out from the barrel of the magic musket in his hand, and a dazzling red light came out of the barrel, and flew to the place still ahead at extreme speed. Rush opponent.

For a moment, two terrifying attacks were launched towards Luo Lin at the same time.

At the same moment, Luo Lin's hand suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, and his slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the eyes were shining brightly. In the dry air of the river valley, a large number of snowflakes suddenly condensed out of thin air, rolling along with the wind and sand.

The cloud pattern sword was unsheathed.

The temperature of the air dropped like an avalanche, and the density of the snowflakes increased rapidly. At this moment, people had the illusion of being in a country of frost and snow.

The dark elf Dalslow was the first to bear the brunt. Affected by the extremely low temperature, his footsteps paused instinctively, and a crack appeared in his flawless attack.

Facing a master like Luo Lin, any imperfection in martial arts is fatal, and there is no room for compensation.

A moment later, in the dim environment of the Underdark Region, a icy light flashed fiercely, illuminating the entire empty river valley in an instant, and the entire sky became snow-white at this instant, just like when lightning flashes and thunder strikes. A streak of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky.

Legendary Combat Technique: Flash.

Driven by the vortex ice energy mixed with frost magic power and anger power, supported by Luo Lin's power of up to 2000 points, and with the pure killing intent condensed in his heart that he has been holding back on the way of charging as the background, Luo Lin did his best Unleashed the sword with all his might.

The timing of this sword cut was right in the gap in the dark elf's steps, and the opponent had nowhere to hide.

A sword arc like crystal glass was drawn from the tip of the cloud pattern sword, and it just hit the flying line of fire, cutting the line of fire into nothingness, and the sword arc continued to fly out, cutting towards the dark elf at an unimaginable speed The body of the Nine Star Silver Moon Warrior, ignoring his defensive magic meteor fog, passed through the body of the dark elf.

The glazed sword arc continued to fly forward, and it dissipated in the air when it flew more than fifty meters away.

'噗' Luo Lin retracted his sword, made a wrong step, and gave way to the side, avoiding the dark elf's upper body flying out of control. As for the dark elf's lower body, it fell into the crack of the rock and got stuck.

As for the arc drawn from the opponent's sword, because of the disappearance of the spellcaster, it still failed to reach Luo Lin's body, and it collapsed unwillingly into a group of light flashes with little lethality ten centimeters above Luo Lin's head. The faint white light around Luo Lin's body was easily blocked.

Luo Lin didn't continue to do anything, he looked up at Wettstein on the stone pillar, and asked quietly: "Hand of death?"

Wittstein was holding the magic musket, but he didn't dare to shoot again. He nodded mechanically, answering Rollin's question.

"Leave your battle armor, and then collect his body." Luo Lin said. In his eyes, this silver moon warrior's physical strength is equivalent to that of a quasi-sage, and this steam warrior's strength is stronger, reaching 1500. If it was him before, it would be really difficult to deal with it, but now it is different from the past .

And the battle armor on this person is really a good thing, if possible, he should take it back and study it carefully.

Wittstein gritted his teeth and refused: "Impossible, unless I die!"

"Then you're going to die!" Luo Lin sneered, and suddenly accelerated forward, rushing towards the direction of the stone pillar.

The weapon in Wittstein's hand changed rapidly, from the previous magic musket to a two-handed giant sword nearly two meters long, and then he jumped off the stone pillar and rushed towards Luo Lin.

As soon as he rushed, Luo Lin's lips showed a sneer of disdain.

Warriors in the dark world have their strengths and weaknesses, such as the goblin's steam fighters. They easily possess great power with the help of powerful armor, but their control of power is really difficult for the real strong. Very crude.

Just like this goblin, with a strength as high as 1500, he only possesses the same sword skills as ordinary warriors. As for the holy level martial skills such as whirlpool force, he doesn't know anything.

People say that killing people is like chopping firewood, but this goblin really did it in such a stupid way.

A few seconds later, the two swords intersected, and Luo Lin's cloud-patterned sword with a snowflake curve wrapped around it easily knocked away the epee in the goblin's hand. The suppression of 500 power, and the superb power control are not in vain.

After knocking the heavy sword into the air, Luo Lin wanted to understand the goblin with one sword, but suddenly changed his mind at the end. The long sword that was originally cutting across the opponent's neck suddenly turned, and the back of the sword hit Wittstein's head. .

With a sound of 'pa', Wittstein was shot flying more than 30 meters away, his body hit the stone pillar he had just jumped off, and he passed out. The battle armor on his body is really powerful. After withstood this heavy blow, he was not damaged at all and still protected his master.

However, his master has lost consciousness, and no matter how strong the battle armor is, it is useless at this time.

Luo Lin walked up, pulled out the epee stuck in the ground, picked up the fainted Wettstein, and returned to the rock crevice where the goblin engineer was hiding.

Throwing the hand of death in front of the goblin engineer, Rowling ordered: "Verzak, find a way to take off his armor completely."

The goblin engineer was surprised at first, and then obediently said in a high-pitched voice: "My lord, this is not a problem at all, just look at me!"