Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

Of course, while facing the threat of Fujiwara Meihong, he did not forget the task he should have completed.

——Hold the enemy general!

But this task is a bit difficult...

Even if there were two people, facing the green-haired woman with a gentle smile next to Fujiwara Meihong, they felt a little apprehensive.

……

Raksha Ghost once said that he will not be able to become a sword master for a long time, but this does not mean that his swordsmanship is rough and inferior. On the contrary, he is a real swordsman by using the power of the black devil and starting the sword master style. Saint, but in normal times, he is just the kind of swordsman who specializes in sword skills. Although he is far behind a real swordsman on the road, every time he makes a move, he will return with blood.When it comes to the superb and mysterious sword skills, even Soul Yaoji would not dare to say that he is sure to beat him.He has never been reserved or proud, so his sword skills are a bit more indescribably weird than ordinary sword skills, like the tricks of ghosts and monsters, it is hard to guard against.

But now, his right paw is useless.

The ferocious but beautiful arms are covered with lava-like cracks, which are the lines of the power of the red lotus, blocking his meridians and cutting off his strength.

Clutching his right arm and stepping back, the face under the mask was smiling. The opponent was indeed strong, but he was still weak for him. He suspected that Yuan Lufeng had another backhand, and he needed some tricks for this.Even if "self" dies.

He who was fighting for revenge really came to face the target of revenge, but his mind became calmer and more indifferent.Because he always told himself that he must never let this opportunity go.

Yang stepped on his right foot, and an invisible force spread along the ground. He was no stranger to this move of Rakshasa ghost, he had seen it several times in the hands of other enemies.

The soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the Raksha ghost avoided the pillar of flames emerging from the ground, but at this moment, the spear body behind him hit him.

"What are you thinking? Answer me?" Dancing his long spear, he launched assaults again and again at Rakshasa ghosts from time to time, and was narrowly dodged again and again. Yang's heart was full of doubts.

According to the data, the other party clearly defeated him [-]%, but he somehow gained the upper hand. He could detect the Rakshasa ghost's mistake. Although it was only a small mistake, he grasped it accurately. What he is asking now is the mistake. reason.

If other enemies make mistakes, he can readily accept them, but Rakshasa ghosts can't. Rakshasa ghosts should be his master's old enemy and shouldn't be so weak. This kind of omission is not allowed. Such attention.

If ordinary people were in mid-air, they would have been riddled with holes by this ferocious attack. Only the Rakshasa ghost can use the help of magic power to use the ghost-like agile movements to keep the attacks in vain, but his purpose is not only It is passive avoidance, what he has to do is to fight back.

When he heard the other party's question, he said lightly: "Since you noticed it, you might as well look around."

"What? This is..."

At a glance, the blazing flames on the gun body dimmed a little, and then Yang noticed that the silk threads that almost merged with the flame background spread all over the surroundings, like spider webs, and he and the Rakshasa ghost were just insects trapped inside.

What surprised him most was how familiar he was with this technique.

"Xiao? By the way, he did die in your hands." His gaze was fixed on the fingertips of Raksha Ghost's disused right claw. owned.And his fingertips are just the tiny thread of unknown material.

"It's not just like that." The blade-like sharp fingers shook, and the metal net opened a gap, the Raksha ghost instantly broke away, and the silk thread filled the gap, almost seamlessly connecting.

"Hmph." Playing a gun game, Yang stabbed out the red lotus gun, and the flames shot straight into the sky.

Xiao doesn't like Yang, and Yang doesn't like Xiao either. The three masters know each other's fundamentals and have fought more than once. He has always used violence to crack Xiao's moves.

But this time, he made a mistake.

The flame that incinerates everything has no effect on the metal.

"I said, it's not just like that." Raksha ghost said again, and Yang seemed to be able to see the malicious smile under his mask.

"That's it, it's over." Clenching his right hand, the silk thread suddenly tightened.

At the moment when the sharp silk thread was about to entangle his body, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky.The snow came so fiercely and quickly that it engulfed his figure in the white snow in the blink of an eye.

Raksha Ghost's eyes suddenly lit up with two bright golden demonic lights, and he knew very well that he had fallen into the illusion that he had unknowingly.

"Is there really a backhand?" He said as if he was talking to himself.

A short dagger was displayed in his left hand, which was the real body of the silk thread, a magic weapon condensed from the owl's soul.

As long as it is a soul whose quality is comparable to that of a demon lord, a weapon can be made with the black demon's life-forging blade technique.

Magic soldier. Jie Luo

It is such a weapon.

Feeling the subtle weight, the Rakshasa ghost lifted it up, and...inserted it into his right hand!

No blood splashed out, and the dagger seemed to fall into the water and merge into the right hand.

Trying to flex and extend the joints, the right hand seems to be back to normal. In fact, the veins are connected by knots. This is just an emergency measure, just like a puppeteer. However, what others manipulate is a puppet, and what he manipulates is his arm.

Facing the howling blizzard and the hideous giant beast emerging from the heavy snow, he complained.

"Why do illusions like to drag people out to whip corpses these days, and isn't it against harmony for this body of fire to appear in the snowy field?"

Reaching into the Nibelungen, he pulled out the Amacongun sword that he hadn't used for a long time. His current right hand was not suitable for using brute force.

He lowered his body, the snowflakes flying all over the sky could not freeze his movements, he suddenly started to run, like a gust of wind, and like a bolt of lightning.The muscles in the legs tense, and then exert force suddenly, and the solid bones are like a lever with a strong bearing capacity to release all the strength.There is no place in the air to borrow power, but he can still use the magic pedal to lift.

The huge flame beast rushed towards its face, and the magic power gathered at the soles of its feet turned into a thrust. Stepping on this upward force, the Raksha ghost jumped directly onto its body, and the blades held in both hands were inserted into the center of the skull, arousing the Divine power separated its head.

Without even a final roar, the huge demon lord collapsed into countless pieces of snow ridges and fell to the ground in an instant.

"It's an excellent illusion, but if that's all it is, even the Fire Prison Overlord can't use 100% of his power, and it won't cause me any trouble." Seeing the expressionless Li, Raksha Ghost always felt Lu Feng is also nearby.

"Is that so..." What responded to him was another gust of wind.

……

Flames, wild haze, thunderstorms... The blows of different attributes are like natural disasters. In terms of the quality and quantity of warlocks, Huangya can crush any force.

"..."

They are taciturn, and the dental guards advocate efficiency. Even if they speak, they are just shouts to cheer up. There will never be extra words, and they will not take off their helmets at will.