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Holding his breath and concentrating, the moment Feng Xue moved, time slowed down spontaneously. Even in such a field of vision, the movements of the Child of Eden, who was a man talking about women, were not slow at all. Seven swords of different styles were moving in a dazzling way.

That was not the claw knife grip of holding multiple swords in one hand, nor was it the Aragami-sasuna-sword of a ninja who was a rap master and a part-time ninja. Instead, it was a high-speed combat method that made seven swords fly in the air at the same time, just like a clown throwing a flying knife, and constantly switching weapons with extremely high hand speed.

This sword technique is essentially a fancy way of bullying weak players. Although it seems that the switching behavior of drawing and retracting the sword is omitted, as long as there is an opponent with comparable eyesight or speed, even without a similar level, one or two of them can be easily taken away.

Of course, maybe the loss of one or two swords does not affect the combat effectiveness, but in this case, it is better not to bring so many at the beginning.

But when the opponent is the Child of Eden, even if it is just something similar, Feng Xue has to be alert. He splices and extends an arm, carrying the [Feng Xing] technology that can bypass the perception of the third generation of Qingyun, and while his body is parrying the seven swords, he pokes out from the blind spot.

Although the movements are fancy, the swordsmanship of this guy who is a man and a woman is very ordinary. Feng Xue can easily parry all the attacks of the opponent with just a sword of monologue. What concerns him is that after fighting for more than ten moves, the characteristics of neutralizing attacks before have not appeared.

"Could it be for the roundabout? But wasn't the plan used by the previous person more simple and direct?"

Feng Xue was surprised, but the monologue in his hand was not slow at all. In fact, he has slowly recovered his breathing and exited the state of bullet time, but the seven swordsmen who are constantly switching can't break through his sword circle at all.

"Is that all?" Feng Xue muttered to himself. Monologue suddenly rose up and swung a thick beheading sword. Although the opponent regained control of the unbalanced heavy sword almost instantly, the wide-open middle door had already emerged.

Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of disobedience when he thrust his sword forward. His intuition did not warn him, and his perception did not show any abnormality. If he had to say anything special, it was that this person had no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he took advantage of Feng Xue's sword swinging and grabbed a heavy sword that was long enough to be used as a spear, as if he was going to die together.

It was at the moment when Feng Xue had this idea that Monologue, who had been advancing forward, felt that he had received just the right amount of force, which perfectly neutralized the full power of Feng Xue's attack.

The previous long-range attack was not obvious, but at this time of direct contact, he felt that it was not too much, not too little, as if he was afraid that if he exerted more force, the sword would rebound.

However, Feng Xue had expected the failure of this attack. At this time, the spliced ​​wrist released earlier had already grabbed the other six weapons, but Feng Xue suddenly pulled the sword back to see if there would be enough force to pull it in the opposite direction.

At the moment when the splicing came into contact with the weapon, the body created by Feng Xue's imagination suddenly collapsed, and the sword that Feng Xue withdrew was not blocked at all.

Regarding the fact that both of Feng Xue's attempts ended in failure, the guy who was painting a man saying a woman did not change his emotions at all, but continued to push the spear-like heavy sword forward. Feng Xue's body immediately turned into airflow, but the attack that obviously did not hit made Feng Xue's head buzz.

"Good baby! Really good baby! I must grab this sword! Not only this one, all of them are mine!"

Uncontrollable greed rose in his heart, almost making him pounce on the spear uncontrollably.

But Feng Xue had seen the world after all. As someone who paid public grain (san value) regularly every night, the mere mental erosion was no problem at all. The golden elixir in his mind emitted brilliance, and the mere external demons were instantly cleansed out. However, the strong man who painted men and women did not stop there. The seven weapons kept alternating and launched a mental attack on Feng Xue.

Feng Xue formulated [rules], buried [ink marks], released [revolving], and created [ripples], but no matter what kind of attack, it would be completely neutralized at the moment of hitting.

Fortunately, Feng Xue's skills in all aspects are also top-notch. Although he was at a disadvantage in terms of mechanism, he did not suffer any substantial damage.

Feng Xue was not in a hurry to end this battle. At this moment, he seemed to be playing a puzzle game, unraveling the mystery bit by bit, and looking forward to the moment when the mystery was revealed.

"Attacks ignore dodges and defenses, and defense can directly neutralize damage. What kind of cheating is this? If this is the power of the Son of Eden, what is the virtue of Captain Green... Wait! Could it be that King Huang, or Green's Dionysus, has some characteristics that can bypass this restriction?"

It must be said that the Creator's brain reacts quickly. He immediately realized some blind spots and immediately unfolded the ideal country in his mind.

Unlike Juzhan's fighting method of materializing the ideal country as a battlefield, in Feng Xue's battle, the ideal country is more of a cognitive blessing. Through the spider-web-like rules of the masquerade, he can extract the thinking template of the "weak" and use it as a benchmark to give himself all kinds of achievements that the "strong" cannot have.

For example...

Time stops!

On the huge land of the masquerade, golden raindrops suddenly fell, but in an instant, like pearls, they stopped in the air.

The thoughts of "time stopped" were collected by the rules and summarized into Feng Xue's consciousness, which temporarily overwhelmed his cognition that "it can only accelerate to the limit but can never reach it", and completely solidified the time in his subjective consciousness.

"Hunting, white wolf!"

In the solidified time and space, Feng Xue did not make any extra movements. As soon as he thought about it, the wild hunting wolf soul attached to his body and turned into a white fur cloak, exuding madness and murderous intent.

"First try, assuming that Green's structure can severely damage the Son of Eden because of Ilvia's hatred for the Son of Eden."

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With such thoughts floating in his mind, the wolfskin cloak on Feng Xue's body seemed to burn, and the [Revenge] of the wild hunting wolf soul merged with the power given to it by the gray wolf king before, brewing the monstrous hatred of the Xilize people.

Feng Xue slowly stabbed out the sword blade, and the solidified time continued to tear his body apart, but was forcibly fixed by splicing.

But even if it was a sword that could not be blocked in theory, it suddenly stopped before it was about to touch the enemy who was talking about a man and a woman.

It was not because of the exhaustion of strength, but Feng Xue just felt that there was an identical force that neutralized the attack.

"So, it is not hatred, and with the power of the opponent's seven swords, it should not be a san value pollution..."

Seeing that the time of the time stop was about to pass, Feng Xue's perception kept sweeping over the enemy. Suddenly, he frowned, and a detail that seemed insignificant, but at this moment so conspicuous that he could not ignore it, came into his eyes--

The opponent's feet were actually covered with dust!