The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

Compared with the shadow follower holding a heavy sword, Ling is not like a warrior, but more like a chic dancer.

He dodged the opponent's attack casually, and the shadow follower swung his sword very fast, but he couldn't touch Ling's clothes even once.

The boy dodged the attack casually, with an expression of indifference.

"So strong..." Lakyus swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Before that, the strongest warrior she knew was [The Dark Hero] Feifei, the ultimate warrior who could defeat the Demon Emperor.However, it is a pity that Lakyus did not witness the scene of Feifei fighting the Demon Emperor like Ibiruai did.

The strongest warrior she has seen with her own full combat power may be the late former kingdom warrior commander Gazef Stronov.

However, the difference is too far.

Gazef is a powerful fighter, but Ling is the one who plays with the battle in the palm of his hand.

She even began to feel that Ling was not fighting seriously at all, but playing with his opponent.

"No...Impossible..." No matter how you say it, it's impossible to play tricks on your opponent in this kind of life-and-death duel.

The shadow follower kept attacking, but Ling's body only moved slightly to avoid his sword edge.

"You... just dare to dodge..."

The shadow follower, the old man in the mountain, felt infinite anxiety, and obviously felt that he could hit, but every time he attacked, he could only touch the afterimage behind Ling.

"Oh?" Ling smiled lightly.

The black giant sword came towards his head, this time, he didn't dodge.

He just turned the double-edged scimitar in his hand sideways to block the attack.

The front of the slender blade blocked the blow of the giant sword whose gravity was more than ten times that of it, and the sound of the blade shattering followed.

It wasn't Ling's blade that cracked, but the opponent's giant sword cracked.

First a gap appeared, and then the gap began to spread, and then half of the blade flew out.

The blade in Ling's hand trembled slightly.

Ling smiled lightly and turned the blade sideways.

"Don't forget, in fact, I am an archer."

I don't know where the arrows were taken out, and they were already on the bowstring.

Ling drew the bow to the full, so fast that he couldn't see the movements of his hands clearly.

"It's coming, [Thousand Birds Splitting the Sky]!"

The famous sword Chidori is the sword of Tachibana Michiyuki, a famous Japanese general in the Sengoku period.It is said that Daoxue once slashed at thunder and lightning with this knife, so it has a different name of "Leiqie", and Daoxue is also called the incarnation of Thunder God.

And this blow is to gather the magic power of the thunder attribute on the arrow, and then shoot it out.Because the thunder light will form the shape of a bird, it is named [Thousand Birds Splitting the Sky].

The name is very domineering, but it is only a skill equivalent to seventh-level magic, and its upper level is [Cut off the final moment of thunder] which is equivalent to tenth-level magic.

However, even if it is only seventh-level magic, it is enough.

The shadow follower, the old man in the mountain, flew backwards and crashed into the wall behind him, causing dust to rise everywhere.

Fortunately, this is the church district, and there are no residents living at night.

Ling walked in the direction of the shadow follower, who struggled to climb out of a pile of rubble.

"How...it's possible..." he said in disbelief, clutching his shattered abdomen.

"Even... Archer among the Heroic Spirits... rarely has... such power..."

Ling came to his side and bent slightly.

"Actually, I can kill you right from the start." Ling Youyou said.

"As long as at that time, an arrow hits your head, you will definitely die."

If the first arrow hit the shadow follower's head and then exploded, he really had no hope of surviving.

"However, if you kill it like that, it will be too cheap for you... because I am in a bad mood right now."

Ling seemed to be talking in broken thoughts.

"Really, I was in a bad mood at first, but I met you again. To be honest, seeing your face made my mood even worse. Ah, I know this is just venting anger, but ah—"

Ling said lightly.

"I'm a willful person in the first place, and you have already made plans to kill me, so it's normal to be angered."

"You... who are you!"

Ling smiled lightly at this question.

"Guess what?"

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Ling picked up the longbow and smashed it to the ground, heading straight for the shadow follower's forehead.

The shadow follower, the old man in the mountain, rolled to the right suddenly, barely dodging Ling's attack.

The bow of the longbow directly cut through the granite slab below him, and the curved machete that made up the bow sank into the stone edge easily by three centimeters, just like a heated table knife cutting butter with ease.