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Chapter 126 This Is Your Victory (Two in One)

"Chong-"

When the knight's sword collided with the ground, there was a roar of gold and iron clashing, and even a corner of the huge arena was cut off.

"Why did you change direction?" Ge Liwen indifferently looked at the girl whose chest was heaving violently and covered in blood.

She pointed to her left chest: "Come on, use your knight sword to stab here."

Faced with such a naked provocation, Iris gritted her teeth, straightened her waist again, and gripped the knight sword tremblingly.

At this time, her golden eyes had begun to dim due to the massive consumption of magic power—this was a very dangerous situation.

In essence, Iris is not a living person after all, and all existence needs to rely on magic power.

Under normal circumstances, Linton could continuously replenish her magic power through the thread of nothingness.

But for some reason, Iris felt that the relationship between herself and Linton seemed to be cut off by some mysterious force, and the other end of the line did not respond to her massive consumption at all.

Miss Knight would not think that the necromancer gave up on herself, she would rather believe that Linton had entered a special state and could not be distracted, but no matter what she thought, the fact was that the necromancer could not help her.

"It's terrible."

Slowly exhaling a foul breath, Iris stared at her opponent.

Ever since Grewyn stepped onto the ring, she hasn't moved a single step, standing there like a target to be hit by her, and often uses words to induce her to attack her vital parts.

Under the constant harassment of words, Iris occasionally had the idea of ​​directly piercing her heart, but she couldn't, or rather, didn't dare to do that.

Because of the weird [same body] secret technique, she often left scars on Gree Wen's body, and after only one breath, the wounds also appeared on her body, and Gree Wen began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If he dared to pierce her heart, who knew whose heart would be pierced?
With her thoughts flowing, Iris held her breath and observed the hazy fog covering the ring.

Her intuition told her that this kind of secret technique could only be developed in this field. If it was in the wild, or in a more open space, then Grewyn would never have such great restraint on all fighter-type occupations as she does now.

It's a pity that the place where they are standing now is a ring.

Falling below the boundaries means failure.

The beautiful brows were slightly frowned, thousands of thoughts ran through Iris's mind in an instant, but there were very few inspirations that might solve the trick.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Miss Knight's eyes suddenly started to flicker.

From being in the ring to now, she was indeed suppressed all the time, but that was because she was eager to break the situation and kept using various methods to try to take the initiative, and the wounds on her body were also left at that time.

From the beginning to the end, except for the black mist accident, Grewyn never used any other means.

Could it be that when she releases this trick, she can't actively control it and can only rebound passively?

Iris was about to follow this inspiration to continue thinking about ways to break the situation, but at this moment, she saw the corner of Grewyn's lips on the opposite side, and suddenly outlined a sneering smile.

I saw the woman turned her palm over, holding a small machete about the length of her palm, then put it on her wrist, and pulled it lightly.

"Tick-tock-"

The tingling came from the wrist, and Iris looked at the trickle of blood falling from the wrist to the ground, and her pupils suddenly narrowed.

"how come."

It's hard for her to understand, since there is a way to defeat her immediately, why not do it quickly?
As long as Grewyn cut her tendons open with a knife, she would immediately lose her ability to move, and in this way, wouldn't she be able to win?
why.
When Iris raised her eyes again and saw the woman's jealous eyes and a smile that seemed to be playing cat and mouse, she suddenly understood.

The opponent didn't want to beat her quickly, but wanted to torture her bit by bit.

"Have you found it?"

Grewyn frowned slightly.

Grewyn was never willing to admit that she was ordinary, but she was indeed just an ordinary person.

When others are unlucky, there will be an ugly smile from the bottom of her mouth;

When others are better than her, she will start to compete with Zhenhao overtly and secretly, deliberately launching damage against the other party;
When others are kind to her, she will never think that it is kindness from the other party, but for another purpose.

She is a creepy woman, a woman who makes people feel very ridiculous. If it is not because of luck, she obtained the magic that can turn jealousy and sorrow into power from a secret place, then she will only be notorious in this life. The famous street aunt.

What a pity, what a pity.

She has power, not weak power.

Thinking of this, Grewyn smiled brighter.

It's a pity that no matter how much she smiles, she can't match the face of a knight girl and an angel, even if the other party is expressionless and cold as a stone; even if the [Spirit of Sorrow] is in the upper hand, people's eyes are still focused on [? ? ? 】superior.

After discovering that everyone looked at Miss Knight with distressed eyes, but when they looked at him, they changed to resentment that they dared not express, Grewyn's smile gradually turned cold.

It must be because of this face, right?

Must be! !

Just start from the corner of the eye, bit by bit, cut through the skin, pierce into the muscle, and then tear it off violently, so that there is a wound on the cheek where you can almost see the white bones, which makes all witnesses feel thrilling, and you can eliminate yourself Your jealousy, your own anxiety! ! !
She slowly raised the knife, about to put it on her face.

"!!!"

Iris immediately realized what Grewyn's actions represented.

So, are you jealous of your looks?
The previous doubts were resolved in an instant, because she deeply knew how destructive a woman would be if she became jealous.

Stop her, must stop her!
As long as she is a woman, there is no one who doesn't care about her appearance, let alone when there is someone who cares.

There was a rare panic in Iris' eyes. She couldn't imagine what kind of eyes Linton would look at her if she returned to Linton with a scarred face.

Surprised?Distressed?still
Iris didn't dare to think about the last word, so she could only forcefully suppress her panic and hold the knight's sword tightly.

"Do you want to use that?" She thought of her strongest sword skill.

Any object or magic has a certain threshold. As long as it breaks through this threshold, that object or magic will collapse immediately.

She had noticed before that there was a certain delay in the transformation of Grewyn's wound into her own wound, and as long as she used the power beyond the threshold to break the endurance of her [same body] during the delayed period, maybe
"Maybe." Iris bit her lower lip, and she could faintly see scarlet blood oozing from her pale lips.

She was very hesitant to use 【Judgement】.

If she doesn't put all her strength into firewood, then she has no confidence at all to break through Grewyn's threshold, but if she puts it all in, what if, what if it doesn't succeed?

She didn't forget someone's order.
Taking a deep breath, Iris had no time to think about it.

Always decisive, she made a choice in an instant.

"My duty has never been to live."

She gripped the knight sword firmly.

The next moment, with the woman as the landing point, a ray of light that smashed all magic barriers unfolded, and the huge arena was instantly cut into a huge gully.

——[Knight Sword Skill Judgment]

Or.

Final verdict!
Floating in the garden in the void, Linton stepped out of the cabin and raised his head slightly.

If Iris was here now, she would definitely understand why her link with Linton was temporarily disconnected.

At the edge of the skyline, a large piece of the dark cloud has collapsed, and the bloody full moon on the other side is getting dimmer, but the worst thing is the pure magic power in the middle.

Under the collision of the two extraordinary beings, the magic power in this space was extremely chaotic, so chaotic that as long as someone dared to meditate here and absorb the magic power, they would immediately be blasted by the turbulent flow of magic power and be torn into thousands of pieces.

If it wasn't for Linton who was still under the protection of the [Death Dragon], he might not even dare to raise his head. As soon as his eyes made contact, he would be the next blind person.

"Is that your companion?" Wei Na's figure floated out again, her eyes were extremely surprised, "So, did you fight like this with the little guy?"

At this time, Sargerus and [Dragon of Death] in the sky are not in a good condition.

Sargerus' long blood-colored hair fluttered in the wind, and her body was covered with the blood of her own or her opponent's. Judging by her appearance, she had already fallen into a state of madness.

As for the stronger party, [Dragon of Death and Silence] seems to be in a more miserable situation because it has to be distracted from protecting the wooden house.

Not only were large pieces of dragon scales torn off, exposing rotten black flesh and blood, but even one eye socket seemed to have been severely hit by a heavy hammer, and it was almost impossible to maintain a complete frame.

It was agreed that it was just delaying time, but now it seems that these two are probably going to die forever.
Linton quietly glanced at the witch who was still watching above, and clenched the ring tightly without leaving a trace.

[Dragon of Death] is a pet that has accompanied the Witch for hundreds of years, and guarded her wooden house for hundreds of years. No matter how you think about it, the Witch cannot easily accept the fact that her pet was killed.

But in any case, as long as Sargerus did not retreat, he would unconditionally support Sargerus.

"Even if you can't learn my magic?"

Linton nodded subconsciously, and was immediately startled.

The witch curled her lips: "I don't know how to read minds, but what you are thinking is already written on your face."

Linton smiled awkwardly, and at the same time found that Miss Wei Na didn't seem to be angry at his words.

"Don't be surprised." The witch muttered, "This little guy should have died a long time ago. Every extra day he lives is also an extra day of torture."

"?" Linton made a question mark.

The witch sighed: "This little guy, since I picked it up, has been surrounded by a dead breath, and may not see the sun tomorrow at any time. But it is a lucky little guy."

"Because I met you?"

"That's right!" Miss Witch raised her face proudly, "The red lotus magic possesses unparalleled destructive power, even the 'Dead Silence' cannot withstand the forcible destruction of the 'Red Lotus Fire'."

"After I picked it up, every once in a while, I would carefully use the red lotus magic to expel the dead energy on it, and because of this, it was able to grow up healthily, get the inheritance flowing from the blood, and gradually become stronger It's a pity that the death energy on it seems to come from the soul, although I can temporarily destroy the sprouts that have been produced, but I can't eradicate the seeds."

"The soul is the most mysterious mystery of all living things. Even I dare not experiment with it lightly."

"So I can only keep doing this, treat the symptoms and not the local area until I die."

The witch scratched her face: "I thought that after I died, it might die early due to the influence of death energy, but what I didn't expect was that it was actually controlled by death energy, and it was almost reduced to a puppet of the power of the abyss."

"If it wasn't for its instinct to guard this room, I'm afraid it should have become a big trouble for human beings by now."

"You don't have to pay attention to me, the little guy is already dead, and now he is just a puppet controlled by death energy." Although she said so, Wei Na still turned her head away, "Go, go, go while I just Wake up, eyesight is not very good."

"."

"Forget it, with your current appearance, you probably won't be able to walk in front of him."

Wei Na sighed for a long time, then tapped the ring with her fingertips.

In an instant, a ray of pale pink light quietly flowed through the simple ring.

"Go." She waved her hand and turned around directly.

Linton looked at the Witch's bleak back with complicated eyes, but he had no time to comfort the Witch.

Because, after a very short period of respite, the two above started colliding again.

He raised his ring high.

This collision will be the last sound before the curtain ends.

"Hey, guess which side will win?" On the land, a person was holding a branch and drawing on the dusty land.

"I don't know." Another bald man also replied with a branch.

There is no way, the battlefield of those two is too high, and they dare not use magic power, so they can only use the color of the sky to identify which side has the upper hand.

"Come on for a gamble? I bet on red to win."

"Your eyesight is old, no matter how you look at it, the black is more fierce."

"I'm different, I bet on pink." Another third party intervened.

"He has bad eyesight, are you blind?"

"Idiot, see for yourself."

The two looked up in surprise.

This glance, unbelievable, is vividly displayed on their vicissitudes of life.

High in the sky, a beautiful pink suddenly appeared again.

It floated, like a smudged colored garment making a violent noise in the strong wind, and then turned into a long knife like a cherry blossom, held in someone's hand.

Curiosity drives everyone on the ground to observe carefully, even driving magic power—even in the turbulent flow of magic power.

They saw that it was a man.

The man held a long knife in his hand, his face was blurred, but everyone could vaguely notice the majestic eyes like a lion.

He is here for the funeral.

People watched him raise the long knife with one hand, and their hearts also lifted up with his movements.

In the end is a funeral, or bury the dragon.

At the moment when the long knife swung down, they got the answer.

The cherry-pink blade fell silently, and it was only lightly lifted in front of the man, but for no reason, the head of the [Dragon of Death] was also quietly cut off by an unknown force.

Suddenly, there was another knife, tearing the dragon's spine and cutting the dragon in half.

With two swings, the man flicked the long knife, as if subconsciously trying to shake off the blood, but the [Dragon of Death] had long since died, and his body was covered only with rotten filth.

Immediately, he cut the last knife.

This knife cut out a monstrous fire.

The cherry-colored flames exploded out of thin air, and the color became deeper and deeper, gradually congealing into deep red, starting from the tail of the dragon, spreading upwards, and reaching the head.

For a moment, in people's incomprehensible eyes, the dragon's remnant body gradually disintegrated with the burning of the crimson flame, like torrential rain falling from the sky.

"Looks like I made the right bet." The last person who entered to guess the winner wrote dully.

"Your eyes are indeed blind." The bald head sneered, trampled his writing, then lifted him up and pointed to the sky, "Look carefully, who wins?"

The man looked up and was dumbfounded.

Because he saw that the red light picked up the only keel that was not burned, walked up to the man, knelt down on one knee, as if saying something.

"—This is the victory presented to you."

At the same time, at the same moment, in different places, two women give the same devotion to a man.

One is because of identity, and the other is from the soul.

But one thing is the same.

They all thought he was the only one they believed in.
—God!
(End of this chapter)