The knight in the abyss

Chapter 312 The Evil Spirit Outbreaks
The heart is a weakness for many creatures, especially demons known for their tenacious vitality.Lancelot stayed in the abyss for so long, attacking the heart has become a subconscious reaction similar to muscle memory.In most cases, this knee-jerk reaction will allow him to attack faster and more accurately, making all kinds of incredible dodges.

But when facing an incorporeal creature like a banshee, attacking the heart is no different from attacking any other part.This will still deal damage, but will not have the critical strike effect.

The banshee showed a ferocious expression mixed with pain and anger, and rushed towards the human knight.Lancelow thought badly, but he was eager to save people just now, and he charged too hard, and it was too late to dodge.

The banshee threw herself right into his arms, and then completely passed through his body. It felt like suddenly falling into icy water, as if she couldn't even gather the strength to breathe.

The cold feeling disappeared as the banshee left his body. Lancelot felt that part of his life energy was taken away together. Even with his foundation-building body, he felt as if he was exhausted at this moment.

But Lancelot is not an ordinary person after all.The true essence in the dantian gushes out, filling every inch of the meridians in the body.By instantly consuming [-]% of his true energy, he brought his body back to its optimum condition.

Sensing the position of the enemy behind him, a blazing sword light lit up on Frost Slash, Lancelot turned around and made a sword strike, and a half-moon-shaped blue light swept across the belly of the banshee.

He wasn't the only one attacking.Although Elotesia's speed was not as fast as Lancelow's, she had already rushed behind him at this moment.The long sword decorated with angel wings exuded dazzling golden light, and the evil-breaking slash slashed down like the scorching sun at noon, overlapping with Lancelot's horizontal slash to form a perfect cross.

The phantom of the banshee was split into four parts, and Lancelow felt a little relaxed. Under such an attack, even the strongest monster would die, right?
But in the next moment, his spiritual sense started to alarm crazily, and then a terrifying force struck, like an uppercut to the chin, and he was thrown flying violently.

After being fatally attacked by human knights and succubus paladins, the banshee actually 'exploded'.From the cracks in her figure, dozens of ghostly shadows gushed out, rushing towards everyone present.

Lancelot was the closest to the banshee, and the three shadows came straight towards him.The moment he landed, the human knight quickly stood up with a dexterous back roll, and the weapon in his hand slashed out three swords without stopping, each of which smashed a shadow into pieces.But these phantoms quickly regrouped not far away, some of them rushed towards him again, and some of them rushed towards other people nearby.

The human knight's long sword swung like a whirlwind, cutting all the phantoms that approached, but others were not so good at it.Several shadows fell on Aramer, and the priest had to draw his mace to defend himself, but his concentration on casting the spell was interrupted, and the dark cavern heard voices again.

The moment everyone's hearing recovered, the banshee's sharp and piercing wail came from their ears.The defense that could barely be maintained was immediately destroyed, and countless black shadows rushed into the bodies of the people, stealing life energy from them and returning to the mother body, and the shattered figure of the Banshee began to move rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. recover.

Lancelot's heart sank little by little. The power of this banshee exceeded all of their expectations.Today he himself may be able to use the shadow jump to escape, but the others may be in danger.

Thinking of this, Lancelot felt ruthless in his heart, and began to walk towards the screaming banshee step by step.Since the two swords just now failed to kill the banshee, then three more swords, ten swords, and a hundred swords will be cut. Even if he puts all his strength into cultivation today, he must kill this monster!
The banshee, who was casting shadows, seemed immobile, but she knew all too well that the human knight posed the greatest threat.More black shadows rushed towards Lancelot, like moths pounced on the lamp in the night, trying to forcefully extinguish the candle.

Lancelot's sword was getting faster and faster, dozens of swords would be swung every time his heart beat.The frantically dancing sword light almost formed a cyan mask, blocking out all the shadows that were charging towards him.

Such outbursts, of course, did not come without a price.The true energy in the dantian surged out like fuel, and his physical strength was increased to the extreme, which barely met the burden on the body caused by high-frequency swinging the sword.As he moved forward step by step, he encountered more and more resistance.

But Lancelot sadly realized that before he could get rid of the banshee, the enemy would take the lives of all his companions.The thought terrified him. If there was anything more terrifying than being in the abyss, a plane full of demons, it was losing his companions in the abyss.

Although their strength seems to be inferior to his own, Lancelow understands the importance of these friends more and more as he gets to know the abyss better.They are the beacon for Lancelow to maintain his sanity, and the compass for him to stick to his moral values. Without the company of his friends, in order to survive in the abyss, it is difficult for Lancelow to imagine what kind of beast he would become.

Putting aside all these possible distracting thoughts in his mind, Lancelot gathered all his anger and moved towards the screaming banshee inch by inch. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to chop the monster that killed all his partners. into a pile of pieces.

There are many fighters who will let their anger completely dominate them in battle, falling into a state of complete rage, in which they can burst out with the strength and speed of the physical limit, and will not stop because of any injury until they are completely knocked down. Down.Such warriors were common among nomadic tribes far from civilization, but Lancelot rarely allowed himself to be dominated by anger in battle.

It's not that he doesn't understand the power of anger.As a knight, the battles he faces are often fierce battles between two armies that last for weeks or even months. Any fighting style that wastes energy is extremely unwise.But at this moment, facing the desperate situation where his partners were about to lose their lives, Lancelow completely untied the shackles of his mind, allowing himself to unleash his ultimate combat power.

In such a state, of course he would not have noticed that his originally blue sword light had turned into a flame-like red light, and the true essence circulating in the meridian was as hot as if it had been ignited.

Some kind of special power was activated under the stimulation of his anger.

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