Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 272 271. Beheading
From Lan En pulling out the immortal slash on the limp body of the black hat raccoon, to when he stuffed half of [God Eater] into the ninja's mouth.

It took a total of 12 seconds.

The three undead worms on Master Xianfeng's body were monsters that could not be dealt with by ordinary people, even old Robert, who was well equipped and experienced.

To a large extent, this difficulty stems from the fact that these three bugs cannot be killed at all.

No matter how you cut it, it won't help. If you divide them into several sections and nail them to the wall, they will tear their bodies apart without feeling it, and get rid of the shackles.Then get active again.

But after possessing the correct weapons that can inflict damage on them, the threat of these three giant centipedes is directly equivalent to more than 20 Oren monsters in the wizarding world.

Immortal Slash is too targeted. After an undead insect is touched by the blade of Immortal Slash, it is more agile than using a silver sword coated with corresponding sword oil to slash monsters.

When Lan En rushed to Wei Ming's side, this old man with a thin body but a tough temper was chopped off for the first time.

His tengu mask had been split in half long ago, and the short coir raincoat on his shoulders had also been dismembered by a naginata into strands of reeds, which were scattered throughout the Buddhist hall.

The current Wei Ming Yixin looks like an old man in ordinary clothes who is about to die of breathlessness.

But it was this old man who was about to die from being out of breath, but the blade in his hand still had a mighty sound of cutting through the air.

Each knife has a sharp and terrifying air blade, and each knife is calm and swift.

It's just that these are all the strength squeezed out of his body by his martial arts attainments.

These powers should have been used deep in the body to maintain life, but now, Wei Mingyixin used his already scarce things to swing the knife.

Although he can guarantee that every knife can maintain the level that can cause damage to the eight hundred bhikuni, but the frequency of his attacks is already too low to be seen.

And when Master Xianfeng turned into dust, the huge Master of Xianfeng Temple in front of him suddenly let out a sharp roar.

"Yeah!"

While screaming, she swung her monk robe and naginata again.

It was five sweeps across a wide range like a dance music.

Wei Ming Yixin has seen this move before, just now, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni used these five knives to chop that kid Lan En away!
The long time, the nourishment of the water of the source, and the things accumulated by the eight hundred bhikkhuni, the bestowed by the dragon, allowed her to even suppress the ordinary Lan En, the kid with "two hearts" in the wrestling.

The old Juggernaut is not like a young and strong demon hunter. He still has the strength to dodge these five knives by jumping.

He only has a hard top.

However, it's too disgusting to use the remaining energy gained from squeezing your body to defend yourself!

Wei Ming Yixin smacked his tongue lightly at the corner of his mouth. Although his face was dripping with cold sweat, he was upset, but he was still ready to resist.

After all, he still wanted to cut a few more knives at the end of his life.

And just as the dance-like blade wheel came over, before the gold and steel dragon knife in Wei Ming Yixin's hand was about to go up.
A section of Taidao's blade covered with rust or blood mist, directly broke into the other party's dance circle!
"when!!!"

Intense sparks and loud bangs!
That huge circle of sparks stunned Wei Ming Yixin, the creator of the [Deng Li] move.

Wearing heavy armor and holding a blood-red wild sword, Lan En rushed into the battle circle from the dust that Master Xianfeng had turned into!
The two hearts are running at super high power, and the huge oxygen carrying capacity in the blood makes the whole body enter a stimulant state.

And the medicinal power of [Battle Potion Combination] also gathered on Lan En's eye sockets and eyeballs, making him look like a midnight ghost.

Excellent technique, coupled with explosive power.

Lan En's [Deng Li] blocked it, and eight hundred bhikuni's unstoppable five-round sweeping was directly stuck back in the first circle!

The huge body of purple light and shadow was thrown back irresistibly by the force of the knife.

At a time like this just now, Lan En should quickly withdraw to deal with the impending collapse of the battle situation on the other side, so he could not expand the results of the battle.

But now, the three worms on Master Xianfeng's body have been eliminated!
So after [Deng Carp] flicked the knife, he naturally used [Xia Carp] as a matter of course.

The rising blood-red blade turned lightly and slashed down vertically!

The left hand of the [-] bhikkhuni holding the Buddha bead ornament, connected with the wide cassock and monk robe, was cut into a splash of water as a whole!
Under the Prajna mask, there was a sharp and gloomy cry of pain.

Lan En's eyes, which had been dyed pure black by the potion, looked coldly at the immortal monk.

"Spells, right?"

Spells generally require gestures, incantations, or spell catalysts.

Although Lan En is not very clear about the situation of the other party's [Shadow Technique], but now the hand holding the Buddhist beads has been chopped into a puddle of water, which should hinder her ability to cast spells no matter what!

Not much, half a minute is enough!
Without being distracted in the two battlefields, Wei Ming Yixin and Lan En only focused on the eight hundred bhikkhuni alone, and the difficulty of the battle dropped sharply.

"Helper, huh?"

The seat owner whose hand was cut off clamped the spring-up naginata pole under his arm, and then stabbed it forward!

But the witcher didn't even look at it, and just rushed forward!

Behind the heavy armor, the old man in commoner laughed and greeted him.

Just like when he was beheading the general of the Neifu when he was young, the straw sandal stepped on the back of the naginata stab!
Lan En was like a flash of light, flashing past the bottom of the purple light and shadow from a very low position.

The blood-red blade was pulled out with a red band afterimage, and there were two "puff puffs", and a huge splash was drawn on the calf of the eight hundred bhikkuni.

"Yah!!!"

The sharp hiss sounded again.

Perhaps the long life and mutation have caused her to lose her language ability.

With all his heart, Wei Ming squeezed out the last bit of vitality in his body without hesitation, followed the back of the naginata and the long pole, and stepped on the right arm of the eight hundred monks!

The [-]-meter-tall body acts as a step for the old man.

He pressed the opponent's shoulder with his knee, and held a ghost horn of the Prajna mask with his left hand, allowing her to expose her neck, while the long knife in his right hand held the throat.

There was no hesitation.

With a sound of "puchi", the blade pierced through the throat, and illusory spray sprayed out from the back of the neck.

At the same time, the Immortal Slash in Lan En's hand pressed the blade against Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's chest and abdomen.

"You're not dead, are you?"

Hold the handle of the knife with one hand, and put pressure on the back of the knife with the other hand, pulling deeply and resolutely!
"Stab~"

Accompanied by the sound of cloth and flesh being torn apart.A huge amount of blood-like spray was brought out by the airflow blade on the blade and splashed into the air.

The short-term loss of these water splashes seems to have affected the foundation of the phantom's existence.

After Weiming Yixin and Lan En's two knives, the purple light body of the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to have lost the control of consciousness, and fell backwards.

Before landing, the phantom's body turned into fly ash.

Wei Ming Yixin fell from mid-air now, half kneeling on the ground, with the scabbard sticking out.It could be seen that he wanted to take a big breath, but his burned body could no longer respond to his will.

For any normal person whose life is based on bodily functions, this is considered the moment of death.

But the old man who has been beheaded all his life does not have the remorse, fear, and resistance of ordinary people. There is a smile on his mouth.

Because he died in a good enough sword fight.

It's a nice closing act. "Whoah?"

It didn't wait for Wei Ming to complete the classic 'slowly bow your head, and then die' with all your heart.

The half [God Devourer] that Lan En had been clutching all the time was directly and roughly stuffed into the old man's mouth.

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