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The crisis of death suddenly exploded. Facing the pressing Wang Hassan, the young man at his peak retreated violently, choosing to give in for the first time in a dream.

You know, the mountain man's attack can cause harm to the real self!

One death doesn't matter, but two deaths, three deaths... Who knows how long Shuo Yue will be trapped in this illusion, and how many times he will be killed!

Even though he has left the second singularity, he is not ready to surrender yet!

The two swords were thrown, briefly blocking the old man's footsteps. Shuo Yue took this opportunity to summon a vermilion magic spear and charged forward without dodging.

The gun light swayed, and a silver moon arc appeared in the black ocean.

As if holding a paintbrush and painting dripping with blood, the man could not suppress the smile on his face, his rainbow-blue eyes became more and more dazzling, like a madman in a broken world:

Come and fight!

Chapter 301 Death Fight in Dreams

Chapter 302 Death Fight in Dreams

So people say.

Call me a blasphemous beast.

Call me a taster.

Haha...hahahaha!

Come on, Fujimaru!

Then I will take the first step, Fujimaru, and take care of His Majesty!

Is that the end of it... We must protect this world, brave man.

Woah! You are not allowed to hurt the master!

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...but you are still not allowed to move forward. The little piggy belongs only to me!

Boudica, Jing Ke, Stheno, Tamamo Cat, Elizabeth...

Everyone! He sat up in shock while dying of illness, and all the bones in his body made a creaking sound of protest, but the black-haired young man looked around as if he was unaware.

It was a dilapidated house, with broken walls and cracked ceilings highlighting the embarrassment of the situation.

At this time, Fujimaru was sitting on a small bed made of hay. Not far away from him, a figure was also lying on the straw mat. The crimson dress almost burned his eyes.

Nero...Your Majesty?!

It seems that because I have regained my original posture, I no longer need to use His Majesty's body.

A suppressed and tired voice came from outside the door. Fujimaru turned his head to look. Weber, who was leaning against the door, put out his cigarette. Beside him, the armor on his left was broken, but the swordsman still guarding the door with a proud attitude turned his head slightly. He cast a concerned glance.

I thought I was dead... When it came to the bracelet, the doctor sighed with relief, The awakened beast is right next to you. I'm surprised that even you can survive.

This is not our credit, Lord Roman. Weber shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he just sighed quietly and remained silent.

But Fujimaru has completely recalled the tragic process before his fragment was broken.

After Sakusuki died, Draco appeared, and Fujimaru and the others, who were not strong enough, could only retreat in embarrassment. Facing the former's cat-and-mouse attacks, they had to sacrifice their partners one after another in exchange for a moment of respite to quench their thirst. However, in After Elizabeth was eliminated, the aftermath of Draco's attack still had an impact on Fujimaru, causing him to fall into a coma despite his ordinary physique.

In the end, it was Weber, or Zhuge Kongming, who took the initiative and used the remaining divinity after Stheno's sacrifice to connect the world and the gossip, and teleport them thousands of miles away. Only then were they freed from Draco's death game.

Everyone, it's all because of me...

It's okay, Fujimaru, as servants, we will always encounter this kind of situation - the moment when we risk our lives to protect the Master. Zhuge Kongming smiled and comforted the depressed Master.

And that moment was all we had.

Fujimaru fell into deep thought, but interrupted their conversation with confusion.

Enough talking, Draco will soon find and eliminate the bait created by Mr. Kong Ming. Before discussing a solution, we should move our position. Heidi endured the cold feeling in his gut and frowned dissatisfied, That Is Hunjun, who only knows how to sleep, not awake yet?

Well, I seem to hear someone slandering Yu! It's too much to say that Yu is a foolish king or something, General! At some point, Nero had woken up, straightened up and protested, Besides, what is the situation now? Sleeping in Yu’s butt hurts in this kind of place! Shouldn’t we be in Gaul?”

Hearing this, Weber was surprised: Your Majesty Nero, do you still remember what happened before?

Of course, wasn't it Governor Shuo Yue who helped us expel the enemies of the United Roman Empire? Of course I remember it!

Facing Nero, who had his hands on his hips and was already looking for the governor he longed for, Weber and Fujimaru looked at each other with helpless eyes, while Heidei crossed his shoulders with his hands and sneered disdainfully, the expression under his mask was full of ridicule.

A weak and self-deceiving woman...

Ahem, let's talk about the details on the road. Anyway, let's get moving first, everyone. Weber coughed lightly and urged everyone to start, We must rush back to the capital, Rome, as soon as possible.

While talking, Weber couldn't help but touch a tips bag hidden in his pocket.

[If something happens to me, I will return to the capital immediately and open this bag of tips. This may be the last chance to make a comeback]

As the originator of the word tricks of tricks, Weber never imagined that one day he would experience the bad taste of other Riddlers.

Don't betray my trust, Shuo Yue... Feeling the approaching pressure, Weber shed a drop of cold sweat on his temples and fled away into the distance with everyone else.

There are less than ten kilometers left from the capital.

Can they reach their goal?

Take the move!

From the front of the vermilion spear, everything was torn apart simply and neatly, like a zipper being opened. Even the storm and dust swept up were clearly visible under this spear.

That is by no means a simple spear skill, but a skill that is combined with superb skills and eyes that can see through all dead ends.

Whenever there is a mountain, there is no water, no matter what is in front, it will be cut off neatly by this gun.

However, no matter how powerful the trick is, it will be in vain if it cannot reach the enemy.

inability!

The old man in the mountain shouted angrily.

Instead of catching up with the target, the extended spear was caught in the gap. A sword burning with will-o'-the-wisps crashed into the arms of the gun holder, flipped the sword body, forced the grasping arm away, and immediately moved from bottom to top. It sprayed out, bringing up blood rising into the sky, as well as heads that could not hide their astonishment.

Thirty-fifth death.

When the phantom returned from death again, Shuo Yue involuntarily knelt down on one knee, panting.

The rich death energy contained in the old sword of the Mountain Master is transmitted to reality along the dream, and Shuo Yue's injuries in reality are truly fed back to the dream, which in turn affects Shuo Yue's state.

Even though she was so weak in the illusion, Shuo Yue's injuries in reality could be imagined, and she was probably on the verge of death.

I'm afraid tomorrow's news report will be about the mysterious secret room murder in the hotel, right?

Breathing hard, severe pain came from his ulcerated lungs. Shuo Yue tried his best to roll his limbs. The sword fell, and the evil wind blew him away, and he fell into the grass on the roadside.

The assassin, who slowly retracted his sword and concealed his true face under the skull mask, walked towards the grass step by step.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The grass was broken first, and in the light of the spear that bloomed with all its strength, Shuo Yue's figure suddenly appeared in the dark night, with a pair of golden eyes burning with an unyielding light, and once again launched a charge towards the heroic spirit in the title.

madness……

Facing the extremely shocking blow, the old man just frowned. He turned sideways slightly and picked up the long sword. The violent force of the spear was like a deflated rubber ball. The momentum fell again and again, no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. Rong, was easily dodged.

Looking at the young man who was barely able to suppress his weakness, but could not even activate the evil eye of death, the old man could not suppress the disappointment in his heart.

Even at his peak, there was no way he could be his opponent, let alone now after being killed more than thirty times.

Why doesn't he understand this truth?

As the originator of assassins, what he wants to see is not warriors who fight to the death and fight repeatedly, but assassins who know how to advance and retreat, and look for opportunities to deliver the final fatal blow!

Just like his fighting style, he either kills his enemy with a clean cut, or he looks for opportunities in the battle. Whether he is parrying or fighting and retreating is just a disguise. As long as he finds a flaw and delivers a fatal blow like a poisonous snake, he will Enough to seal the victory!

Instead of this, Yi Mo pursues a dead line attack, but his posture is unorganized!

It is people who control the evil eye, not the evil eye that controls people. Don’t you even understand this truth?

The evil wind hit her face, and Shuo Yue leaned back dangerously. The broken sword brought up blood beads, and then the mountain man kicked out, breaking Shuo Yue's defensive posture. The anger in his eyes that hated iron for not being able to turn into steel became even more profound.

If the talent is dull, it can be forgiven.

If you just haven't found the rules, there is still room for growth.

But this is not the case for the young man in front of him. Although he is better at magic than fighting, his understanding is the only one the old man of the mountain has ever seen. Before dying three times, Shuo Yue has completely accepted the fighting method of the old man of the mountain, so that he can maximize his abilities. Avoiding injuries to vital organs, I have persisted until now, but my body is still intact.

He is just stubborn, still clinging to his ridiculous arrogance and refusing to make changes!

The calamity fire was bright in the depths of his eye sockets. The old man in the mountain did not say a word, but just drew his sword and swung it down!

If you are still stubborn, just die completely in this trial!

In front of him, although the young man didn't even have time to speak, he still moved his facial muscles and raised the corners of his mouth.

Then, please take a good look at it, Mr. Old Man.

This is my way of fighting!

Chapter 302 Chapter 312: This is my last

Chapter 303 Chapter 312: This is my last ripple!

The violinist placed his bow, the drummer grasped the drumsticks, and the oboe player placed his mouth on the instrument.

The conductor raised his baton and waved it down.

Then the passionate symphony performance began. In the tacit rhythm, the young man holding the gun exerted his power to let the enemy learn the top spear skills under the divine realm.

Stab, sweep, collapse, pick...

The spear roared like a dragon and swept across, but there was always a dim iron light that appeared just right, forcing it to stop.

The crowned assassin swung his sword, and although his eyes were burning with fire, his deep disappointment could still be felt.

As weak as ever, he even gave up on the tyrannical Demonic Eye of Direct Death, as if he never had it, and just used mortal martial arts!

It's like a carefully cultivated seed that dies shortly after being planted.

It shouldn't be so!

Even if the old man of the mountain has never taught anyone else in his life, in a training ground with almost unlimited life, if he teaches step by step, even a pig with a head can gain something!

Is this because the students are too stupid, or are the teachers taking things for granted?

Just as Guan Wei was in shock, the young man in front suddenly spoke.