Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 270. 269. Secret Biography

Time is passing bit by bit, and the facts cannot be shifted by anyone's will and begging.

Lan En and Wei Ming were united. At this time, they really felt how far a long-lived species with a long-term first-mover advantage could arm itself.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's talent is not high at all, whether it is knife skills, light body skills, physical limit, or other talents, she can be called mediocre.

Her sword skills are only solid, even after hundreds of years of practice, she is only limited to the level of 'solid'.

If it was Wei Ming Yixin who was full of energy, the two of them would only talk with swords, and the skinny old man would even be sure to cut off her head within 3 minutes.

Her lightness technique is top-notch and is at the same level as the owl, but because she doesn't have to hide like a ninja, the wide monk's robes and cassocks she wears can catch the wind, and she can be more light when she jumps and lands. farther.

Her body had absorbed enough source water for a long time before it grew to its current size and strength.

This undead man with mediocre talents in all aspects spent a long time arming himself and turned into the troublesome appearance he is now.

"Hey ha ha!"

Dark and sharp laughter came from all directions, it was the sound of the ink phantom summoned by the eight hundred bhikkhuni's spell.

These phantoms disappear like a fading cloud and reappear elsewhere like a thickening cloud.

It seems to have a light and ethereal texture of ink painting, but when Wei Mingyixin and Lan En avoided the naginata wielded by these ink phantoms with a slight difference, they knew it.
There is no difference between the phantom blade and real steel.

Weiming Yixin and Lan En didn't care about the attacks of these phantoms, because both of them were people who surpassed the eight hundred monks in the art of swords.

The two of them can basically use the smallest movements, such as dodging sideways, to avoid each other's swinging knives.

What is really troublesome is that this spell makes it impossible for the two of them to find where the other person's body is.

They could only walk around the entangled body of Master Xianfeng and old Robert to prevent the enemies from converging together.

This spell must have a duration, because Lan En observed that the moves of these ink phantoms were getting more and more disintegrated.

But the key is timing!Still time!
The demon hunter frowned, and the sound of being torn and snapped by the undead worm's limbs could be heard constantly on Old Robert's steel armor and flesh and blood body.

Old Robert was dead. He didn't let out a cry of pain or scream until he died, only a sigh of regret.

The other party is just torturing his body that has no feeling now.

This is the only thing that makes Lan En feel comforted now.

But even if it was a corpse, old Robert was almost at his limit.

Three undead worms that are much more ferocious than the same kind are about to tear this 'prison' made of steel and flesh to pieces!

Kuroka still didn't rush back.

Finally, the countdown set by Mentos on the corner of Lan En's retina came to an end.

And in Lan En's ears, the centipedes also dropped the stumps and severed arms in their mouths and on their auxiliary limbs.

Master Xianfeng was out of trouble.

The dry human body 'pedestal' sighed and recited scriptures sadly.

He wanted to die, and he didn't want to harm anyone anymore, but now even the ability to die was deprived by the undead worms.

The sound of the chitin carapace rubbing against the ground sounded, and the spring-like centipede began to support its own 'pedestal' to move again.

Two piercing sounds from behind made the demon hunter turn around abruptly.

The giant sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and the upper body of the two undead worms and Master Xianfeng was directly cut open by the blade of the giant sword, and then torn in half by the power and inertia of the sword!
This sword is not good at cutting, but good at smashing!
The demon hunter's sword directly slashed the three undead worms that jumped over, but there was no relief on his face.

Because undead worms are immortal, and now, the situation has become one-on-one.

In the Buddhist hall, the phantom people like ink and wash suddenly disappeared together, and a huge blade of purple light and shadow stabbed towards Lan En's back from the collapsed haze!

The blade has a spiral airflow edge, like a big rotating drill bit.

If he stabbed Lan En's body this time, there would be more than just a knife wound. It is estimated that his entire waist and abdomen would be strangled by the airflow blade!

A foot wearing simple straw sandals stepped on the blade of the naginata that pierced from top to bottom.

This kind of risky move even stunned the eight hundred monks.

The blade crooked by the external force pierced into the ground, rolling up fine wood chips and mud bricks, but did not hurt anyone.

This kind of move that would put him to death as long as he made a slight mistake was an ordinary way of dealing with it in the eyes of Wei Ming Yixin when he was young.

When Wei Ming was young, he was ambitious and motivated.

The move that ordinary people dare not even think about, in his eyes is "although you will die if you are not careful, but as long as you succeed, you can gain an advantage."

A thin, one-eyed old man, panting and sweating, with a disheveled beard.

But on the corner of his mouth, there was a hearty and bold smile unconsciously.

Lan En went to block the unkillable monster of Master Xianfeng, and stood in front of the seat lord himself.

It is necessary to prevent the two enemies from merging in one place and destroy them in a devastating manner.But the opponent's stamina as an undead has already dragged himself to death.

But the knife that could turn the situation around was never delivered.

It looks like a desperate situation.

But Wei Ming Yixin still couldn't help showing his pleasure.

It would be nice to die in such a battle.

"Lan, huh - can you still hold on?"

The old man asked the young man who was entangled with the undead insect behind him.

The young man didn't answer, but there was no hesitation or flinching in the sound of the giant steel sword raising a strong wind and colliding with the monster.

It's a sharp and sharp sword.

Driven by this pleasant voice, Wei Mingyi felt better.

"'Persevere to the end, even if you go to the guillotine, remember to ask the executioner for a bowl of water, who knows what will happen when you drink water'. When I was young, I was taught this way, Lan En. Now this sentence The words are also sent to you."

The old man stood in front of the tall eight hundred bhikkhuni with a smile, but uncharacteristically retracted the gold and steel Youlong knife in his hand into the scabbard, and stood it upright in front of him.

His tall and thin body slowly squatted down, lowering his center of gravity.

But the Phantom Seat Master, who was still aggressive just now, seemed to feel a certain oppressive atmosphere at this moment, and his fierce offensive posture unconsciously became a defensive posture.

"The endurance battle between life and death, even if it is so painful that you want to die, you must persist until the end, otherwise you will die unhappy. This is my idea."

"You haven't read the [Wuxin Flow] scroll I gave you, have you? It's actually a bit difficult to understand."

"Now is the right time for me to show you."

"My achievements on [Wuxinliu]!"

The sheathed katana had been held up in front of his face, blocking his ruined eyes, and only one sharp, single eye looked at his opponent from behind the hilt.

Lan En could feel that Wei Ming was going to fight for something in order to stop the Eight Hundred Bhikuni alone when he was exhausted.

Now, everyone is desperate.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze in the whole Buddhist hall for no reason.

It seems that something is pulling a huge amount of air to gather.

The sawdust and dust on the ground are rolling in one direction, and the flames on the candlestick are flickering in one direction.
The direction of Wei Ming's heart!

Suddenly, it seemed that the volume of the world suddenly dropped for a moment.The sound of burning, the creaking of the floor, and the neighing of undead insects were all muffled.

Only the words from the old man's mouth can be heard clearly.

"[Secret Biography]."

"Click"

The scabbard opened lightly, and then there was silence.

"[one heart]"

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