Ride and Cut

When Li Cha abandoned his sword and used his fists, Bellune was of course not idle.

Fist for fist, foot for foot.

The most straightforward competition of explosive power, the most unfancy defense test.

One side is the ultimate hunk who can suppress giant dragons, and the other side is the eternal and unparalleled sword master. Their too special identities endowed this fight with fists and kicks, which was not fundamentally different from a street hooligan fight, endowing it with an extremely cruel and intense flavor.

The five people in the Alpine Castle over there had just killed the Patriarch Bingxue, and were about to rush over to help.

They go hand in hand, their momentum is like a rainbow.

They stop abruptly, there is nothing they can do.

Seeing the fierce and dizzying fight in mid-air, he could only take a deep breath and retreat. Every move at hand can cause ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, and rushing head-on has the illusion of facing the huge waves of the ocean.

How can outsiders get in!

Hurt put an arrow on the bowstring, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

As the No. 1 marksman in Gaoshanbao Tianzi, his superb archery skills are unimaginable for ordinary people. Shooting through poplar leaves at a distance of 100 paces is just as easy as a child's hand, and Hurt can perform an amputation operation on a mosquito at a distance of 500 paces without worrying about life-threatening amputation!

Regardless of how unpredictable the figures of the two sides are, if they were replaced with wooden targets of the same difficulty, they would be at least 70 to 80% sure that they would be able to hit the target they wanted to hit.

It happened that one of them was the lord of his own family, which made this centaur lose the decisiveness that a sharpshooter should have for the first time, and couldn't make up his mind with a solemn face.

"Let them fight." Elizabeth held Fang Tian's painted halberd, "If Li Cha is at a disadvantage, we will go up and help."

"Aren't we giving these two strokes for nothing..." Carlos had no blood on his face.

His self-confidence brought about by sitting in a well and not seeing the world, has been blown away by the violent scene like a natural disaster in front of him.

"It is the duty of the subordinates to rescue the emperor." Dracula could not understand this guy very much.

During the conversation, the situation on the field changed again.

It was obvious that Li Cha was gradually gaining the upper hand. After all, in melee combat, the simpler and more convenient something is, the more affordable and useful it is, just like the monster-like power of the lord.

Without the use of weapons and no time to adjust the breath, the power of battle qi cannot be fully displayed.

The current predicament is extremely embarrassing for Belluni, and it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be drawn into the opponent's rhythm accidentally. As long as he has even a few fingers of time to rest for a while, he can forcibly adjust his breath and perform more fighting qi secrets, and he may not be able to turn the tables.

But as a would-be criminal ready to explode at any moment, researching various types of potential adversaries is one's greatest hobby.

Li Cha deeply understands that although the elemental system has many advantages, there is a flaw that cannot be avoided no matter what - that is, it is absolutely impossible to truly control it. So mages have to recite mantras, swordsmen have to adjust their breath, and even priests have to pretend to pray a few words.

However, physical strength does not need to suffer from this bird spirit, and there is almost no problem of exerting it.

Therefore, for him, the ideal situation is to beat him to death with a quick blow, and it is a crime to give the opponent even a chance to breathe!

But Belluni is a Juggernaut after all, and his understanding, capture and interpretation of fighter planes are the most acute that Richard has ever seen in his life.

Even if the situation is unfavorable, he has always been faceless and never discouraged. Desperate to forcibly raise the interest rate, he opened his mouth and spurted out a cloud of blood.

Little drops of blood actually formed a cross blade, wrapped in Senhan's sharp breath, and rushed straight to Li Cha's face!

Just as Belluni didn't expect that the opponent could pull the wristband out of thin air, the lord also didn't expect the opponent to play this "blood as a soldier" at all.

With the purity of the Juggernaut's vindictiveness, if this mouthful of old blood is used honestly, it will be as easy to pierce through three layers of plate armor as drinking water. Li Cha's magic resistance is indeed not bad, but it's not to the point where he can resist a sharp blade with his face.

But Belluni's deadly ultimate move actually went nowhere!

Gao Gao flew over Li Cha's head, pulling a straight trail of cold fog hundreds of yards long in the air, and exploding with a bang.

Obediently Rig Midwinter! The heart in the lord's chest is so good that a group of centaurs are jumping around like a tap dance, and the back is sticky, even if you don't touch it, you know it's full of cold sweat.

The strong thrill of almost capsizing in the gutter made him stand motionless in mid-air for a long time.

But Belluni did nothing, let the great opportunity pass by for nothing.

Of course it wasn't because of kindness, but because a sword edge "grown" from his heart.

In this contest where both sides are suffocating evil thoughts, after all, the lord of Gaoshanbao is a little bit faster and so insignificant! A master's move, just a little quicker, is enough to separate the victory from the defeat.

The former Stuart monarch looked down slowly, and said with infinite regret: "I lost."

He staggered to the ground and sat cross-legged.

Li Cha was sure that Belluni would definitely die, because that sword had completely crushed his heart. But the fighting spirit of the Juggernaut series is powerful enough after all, even if the heart veins are broken, it can help him last for a while.

If he could replace it with a blood magic stone, it might save Belluni's life, but the others present would never give him this chance.

His series of actions—killing his wife, destroying his country, and killing his friends—may be regarded as the insanity and madness of a genius swordsman.

But from that moment on, no one will be willing to help this madman.

After all, since you choose to betray the whole world, don't complain about being abandoned by the whole world.

"Someone speculated before that Nero should have obtained a treasure in order to advance to a magister in the barren age. It was replaced by the 'Deep Blue Magic Well'." The lord quickly took the opportunity to ask, "And it is believed that the reason why each generation of priests of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church has a magister-level magical level is also due to that treasure. Do you know anything?"

He was very sure that this guy must contain a lot of secrets, so he raced against the clock to inquire, hoping that the former monarch would come to his death and speak well.

"There is no dark blue magic well." Facing the imminent death, Belluni's face was very calm. "Nero was able to advance to the rank of magister in the barren age because he found a world with more abundant elemental tides. His madness also stems from this. As for why the ice and snow patriarch's level is abnormal--Sebasian has a bracelet on his wrist."

"What's the situation on the other side of the space rift?"

"Three Titans who claim to be gods, one of them is a true god according to them, that is to say, they have a magic level equivalent to that of a magister." The former Stuart monarch said regretfully, "I planned to kill them after I was going to become a sword master, but I didn't have time, what a pity."

"Why kill them?"

"They taught me the method of restraining madness with heartache."