Intruders of the Moon World

--work hard!

"call out----!"

The slender figure brought a gust of wind, flew backwards under the huge impact force, and hit a steeple tower.

"Oh!"

Starting from the most basic layer, the stone-built buildings began to collapse layer by layer.

"call!"

Amidst the crackling of stones, light breathing overwhelmed everything.

The next moment, the cloud of dust was smashed by the heavy shadow, and a broken minaret was completely thrown out!

Like a knight's spear magnified countless times, the tip of the stone tower ravaged the atmosphere, and a dull thunderous sound followed.

And the target of this giant spear is Ye Qing in front of him.

I saw that he was unhurried, leisurely holding the magic sword at his waist, and gently pushing the knife with his thumb.

"—!"

The sound of the sword that exceeded the limit frequency of the human ear resounded, only an inch of the blade was exposed, and the invisible sharp sword energy had already split the steeple in two.

After adjusting his breathing, Ye Qing remained calm as always, his heart was as clear as a moon in water, and the pure white magic sword appeared from its sheath.

"Sah, sah, sah, sah—!"

Before swinging the knife, the impatient vertical and horizontal energy has condensed into infinite blades extending in the space, and the two halves of the spiers have been divided into tens of thousands of small pieces.

"Hey - drink!"

After the earth and rocks filled the sky, the white-haired and golden-eyed Shenzi rushed in at a speed almost comparable to that of the third universe, and attached all the kinetic energy to the fist that pierced everything.

Even though Ye Qing had drawn his sword, he still didn't use any weapon, maybe he wasn't good at it, maybe it wasn't necessary!

As long as the strength is strong enough, even the flesh body can be as hard as steel.

Ye Qing deeply understood this truth, so he never became careless because of the opponent's bare hands.

The poignant light of the sword bloomed brilliantly in the space, and the figures of Ye Qing, the boy, and the warrior intertwined with each other.

"Bah—!"

The sound of broken strings sounded, but it was just a face-to-face, and thirteen sword marks appeared on the young man's body, and the pitch-black robe became incomplete as a result.

However, not even a drop of blood was spilled.

"Ok?"

Frowning slightly, Ye Qing turned his blade around, but this time it was in direct contact with the opponent's fist.

"clang--!"

The sound of iron and steel colliding spread, like the collision of swords and halberds, a strange feeling came from the blade, making Ye Qing's expression suddenly sink.

Without any scruples, the young man launched fierce attacks on Ye Qing one after another, as if ignoring the golden and iron-cutting magic sword, he only had Ye Qing and his own fist in his eyes.

"Ah."

Unconsciously sneered, with a sudden surge of divine power in his body, Ye Qing let go of the restrictions of this body.

Before the boy's fist touched Ye Qing's cheek, a black shadow had already hit him in the lower abdomen, it was Ye Qing's kick that was more ferocious than a battle ax or a lance!

"Bam—!"

A circle of shock waves that were almost visible to the naked eye spread towards the surroundings. In the violent air waves, the boy let out a muffled grunt and flew backwards again.

But this time he obviously gained experience, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and after smashing three buildings one after another, he stood abruptly on the ground.

Although the gully drawn by his feet was very conspicuous, he did not fall to the ground a second time.

"Ahem, to be able to suppress me to such an extent...in the way."

Coughing twice, the young man spoke out of breath, but in the middle of the conversation, he felt that the tattered black robe was in the way, so he tore it off completely, taking off the disguise to reveal his original appearance.

"This level of combat power has already surpassed five figures, and it must be able to occupy a place in the upper class. Why do you condescend to be in the little [nameless]?"

Ye Qing glanced at him, but didn't speak to him, instead he looked at Bai Wugou in his hand.

Seeing him like this, the young man laughed: "It's strange, isn't it, such a sharp blade failed to cut my body, it's—"

"It really surprised me." Ye Qing's calm voice interrupted the boy's speech.

"My blade touched you thirteen times, four of which meant to decapitate you, but it's still sitting on your neck—what a surprise."

The boy was taken aback.

"But looking at you, you don't have the equivalent equipment, nor the armor that can block my sword, nor the superb skills that can defuse the attack.

In this way, there is only one conclusion that can be drawn: you have a special type of gift for this situation, and it is also the highest level. "

Ye Qing let out a sigh of relief: "A strong body plus the highest level of protection, it's a good combination, it seems that you will not be boring as my opponent."

"...Have you already guessed it?" The young man showed a wry smile, "Although I heard that you are a person who is good at solving puzzles."

"It's nothing special, it's just that I have encountered this type of opponent before. It's just that the protection on your body is so thorough that I have never seen it before."

Invulnerability, invulnerability to fire and water, and infinite strength—these concepts are very common among Heroes of Steel.

The more typical ones are Monkey King and Siegfried.

Ye Qing, who has a deep relationship with [Steel], also possesses the [Immortal Steel - Golden Ge's Protection] that can resist weapon damage, and it is a conceptual defense that is specially strengthened for "slashing".

So once he fought against this young man, he immediately recognized the type of protection the other party possessed.

It's just that Ye Qing's protection is based on his own physical strength, it's just sublimated.Seriously speaking, it is not "invulnerability" in the true sense, but "ignoring blades below a certain power".

And this protection has no obvious effect on blunt weapons.

But this young man is different, the proof is that among Ye Qing's thirteen knives just now, the last one was to slash with the back of the knife, but the ending is the same.

The protection-type gift on the white-haired boy is probably a gift that can nullify the attacks of swords—or even all weapons.

I just don't know if it will have a fatal weakness like Siegfried.

"The power that can easily crush the earth, and this extremely tricky conceptual defense... No matter how you look at it, you don't look like that Lolita's subordinate."

It would be better to say that the relationship should be reversed, Ye Qing felt a natural leadership temperament from this young man.

"Are you the mastermind behind the scenes?" Ye Qing asked with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"The appearance of the Lolita Demon King is not your fault, is it—who are you?"

The boy smiled, didn't admit anything, just said lightly: "My name... There is no reason for people to remember, just call me 'His Royal Highness', everyone around me calls me that .

Enough to overwhelm my mighty body, my indifference to plagues and curses, my wise mind and keen eyesight.

With such a remarkable ability, I thought that there would be no such existence in the lower layers except Shiroyasha.But now it seems that I didn't think carefully.

As you said, this body is endowed with a powerful gift of invulnerability, even if it is a weapon that has left a famous reputation in mythology, it will definitely not be able to leave the slightest trace on this body. "

The young man pointed at Ye Qing, as if provocative, and said leisurely: "Put that sword away, it's just scrap iron when you fight with me."

It's not that he would take the initiative to ridicule others' character, but after fighting Ye Qing, his interest seemed to become a little high.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Ye Qing opened his eyes slightly, as if he had encountered something interesting, he showed a playful smile that was hard to see through.

"Scrap iron?"

As he chewed this word, Ye Qing's expression gradually turned cold.

"That's right, you think so... It's a pity, it's a pity."

"...Huh?" The young man who claimed to be His Highness suddenly felt his heart tighten, and his whole body was instantly enveloped in murderous intent.

"call----"

At some point, cherry blossoms floated in the sky—no, it was falling snow that was as soft and beautiful as cherry blossoms.

"Originally, I still had expectations for you, but now it seems that it is only to this extent."

The pure white Wugou Blade swung through the wind and snow, and snow cherry petals danced around the blade in an orderly cold current.

Hidden in that seemingly smooth fluctuation is...anger?

No, if I have to say it, it's something closer to arrogance.

Absolute self-confidence and the dignity that does not allow to be belittled, and the will to despise or even kill all the opposites, can be understood without rebuttal, but at the same time, it disdains to understand others, the so-called exclusive pride, aloof arrogance.

It wasn't Ye Qing, but the magic sword that was slandered as scrap iron.

The ice-cold snow sword is indeed wrapped around the karma that chills all!

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Ye Qing said this to His Highness with a serious face.

"You blocked my sword just now, so you seem to think that you can ignore my slash.

That's right, the so-called concept is absolute. Since it is a gift of invulnerability, it must be able to defend against the blade of the residential area-this kind of thinking. "

The swordsman with a cold expression slowly sighed: "It's so innocent to the point of pity."

The sound fell, the pure white blade sliced ​​through the void, the world was surrounded by the innocent sky, and the flying snowflakes passed through the things of Sen Luo.

"Tick tock..."

The infested blood is like the red cherry blossoms blooming in the snow.

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"Uh-cough, cough, cough!"

Bright red blood soaked through the white robe, and the boy with golden eyes and white hair covered his mouth, his chest heaved and heaved, and he gasped violently.

"What the hell...why?"

Half kneeling on the ground, His Highness adjusted his breathing while enduring the pain and looked at Ye Qing.

"What did you do... how?!"