The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

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"It is surprising that Morse still has a character like you under his command."

The turbulent emotions began to recover, but the undercurrent underneath was getting more and more turbulent. Allen looked at the black assassin in front of him coldly, and said coldly.

"Your Excellency is absurd."

For Allen's appreciation, the person just nodded slightly, as if he was actually receiving the praise.

"Don't say anything about it, but if you dare to come here alone, do you really think you can retreat?"

Reflecting the opponent's seemingly respectful figure into his eyes, Allen raised his knife and looked straight at the opponent.

Boom!

The killing intent on his body was boiling, the power was as menacing as the mountains and seas overturned, and the Bahuang was turned upside down, pressing toward the opponent, unstoppable.

However, the other party is indeed not a simple character, like catkins in the storm, and fish in the wild current. Although swaying endlessly and seemingly turbulent, in fact, it is just coincident with the general trend and has not been affected too much. Big damage.

"We have never doubted the strength of Mr. Johnson and everyone else."

"If I really come here alone, I won't be able to escape the end of my life."

"It's just that, sir, this is our place!"

As he said, the figure of the black assassin began to float, as if the light and shadow were shaking, and the mirage was about to disappear.

Upon seeing this, Alan's eyes shrank, and he slashed with a forehand.

The bright platinum sword light was extremely small at first, but spread out from the blade's edge, and then unsheathed and left.

Like a crossbow arrow from the string, it pierced through the sky with great power.

The blade light grew stronger against the wind, getting bigger and longer, and thicker and sharper.

When you are in front of you, it is almost as high as the space above and below, and its width and thickness are not to be underestimated.

Just looking at it, it's as if you are about to smash people into dust.

However, for such a cut, the black assassin didn't care, just smiled disdainfully.

Then, the figure disappeared in place.

Even before leaving, he made a proud expression to Allen and the others, as if provoking.

"what!"

However, this proud look did not last long.

The next moment, a painful scream came out of nothingness, resounding through the sky.

Pouch!

Alan's face was cold, without the slightest complacency, he drew out the long knife that he didn't know when it was inserted into the void, turned his wrist lightly, and threw off the red blood on it.

"The strength is good, but the brain doesn't work well."

Allen spoke in a low voice as if commenting, with a faint smile.

When the opponent came, Alan could still detect, how could he not be able to locate after the opponent received a knife from him.

However, it may be that the other party is in this world, relying on this body to escape into the void at any time, escape for too long without a trace, and forgot to be cautious.

He only took care of the white gold blade that Allen deliberately sent out to disturb the sight, while ignoring Allen's sharp long knife that smashed the void.

"The assassin has been resolved."

He spoke to Alan about the current situation, but Alan's face did not see the slightest ease.

Still cold, still on guard, still, with sharp eyes patrolling around like a falcon.

"It's just that our troubles are coming."

After a pause, Alan spit out some serious words again, which also made the expressions of Nolte and others solemn.

The rushing spell beeps one after another, and the beating magic aura flickers endlessly.

They had smelled the aura of crisis, and quickly supplemented the half that had been destroyed before, but there were still many defensive systems left.

Allen, on the other hand, stood in place, earnestly capturing the source of danger in his perception.

In the surroundings, the few passages and exits of this training ground have been closed.

The alloy door panels are tightly stitched, and there are complex and mysterious magic patterns on them, which can block everything.

It seems to trap them in it.

In fact, they did.

Allen had previously lamented that this martial arts training ground is very well constructed, with rigorous materials and careful decoration, which can greatly isolate the impact of energy, the transmission of information, and even resist all kinds of damage.

This level of function is naturally very good when used in the martial arts field.

But the same, used on the cage, it is naturally good.

At this moment, the entrance and exit gates were closed, and they were isolated in a confined space that they could not escape from, which was the cage!

In the next moment, Allen seemed to feel something.

Stepping suddenly, the wind swept through, and the figure disappeared in place, leaving only the sound of bursts.

"It is indeed Mr. Johnson, but it was too late to find out."

In the void, a voice suddenly came out, proud and proud.

Immediately afterwards, the queue was cleaned up and the Nolte and others, who were ready for the change, saw the platinum torch that was originally lit by Allen and burned everywhere, suddenly extinguished.

It was just a moment, and it seemed like a long time.

The flame rose again and burned blazingly.

However, at this time, the color has become dark and deep black.

The silence is very silent, as if it symbolizes the unknown such as death, disaster, and decay.

Although I don't know what happened, stopping what the enemy wants is always the top priority on both sides of offense and defense.

The long knife was swung, and the white golden sword beams wrapped around it suddenly rose like fireworks, rising tens of meters against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, the distance was erased.

The huge, slender, platinum light knife almost the size of a ship-cutting knife suddenly fell, and drew a perfect arc in the air.

Like the arc of a full moon, it falls diagonally.

It was just a stab, but it seemed to cover all directions, wrapped Liuhe Huanyu, and included all the dark torches.

Bang!

However, what disappointed Allen was that when the knife fell and touched the inside and outside, what appeared in front of him was not a decisive scene of cutting butter with a hot knife.

It was like a sword clash, a clash of gold and iron.

The dark black flames suddenly soared, rising continuously, as if they were spiritually intelligent, connected together to form a vast defensive cover, resisting Allen's slashing.

Although the light was much dimmed by the naked eye, it can be seen that it can withstand at least three slashes of the same power.

And Allen, although he doesn't know how they are arranged.

But it became more acute, like the [Sixth Sense], who was constantly screaming in my mind at the final stage of the red light alarm, was telling him that time was running out.

The white-gold divine ring in the pupil spins more and more rapidly, accelerating continuously, as if the galaxy is shining, blooming with endless light.

Exhausting his eyesight, Allen's pupils were enlarged to the extreme, as if they were really engraved with all kinds of things.

Faintly, there was even a tingling sensation, sending a warning signal to Allen continuously.

Finally, after a thousandth of a second passed, Allen's heart suddenly became clear.

[I saw it! 】

Yes, I saw it!

At this time, in Allen's [Horizon], the concrete reality has been removed, and only abstract outlines such as energy flow, spatial tremors, and ritual resonance are left.

Such a scene, when ordinary people see it, is naturally confused and feels vague.

It's like showing ordinary people the parameters detected by various instruments, and they can't understand the mystery.

But in Allen's eyes, this is the best description of this world.

It is the best expression under the current circumstances that he can understand and accept.

The eyelids droop suddenly, and the bright eyes are closed.

But what I saw and felt became clearer and more thorough.

The ethereal mind, the mental expression that resembled Jinghu, became more and more thorough.

Reflected, that which does exist, is fleeting, [flaw]!

Raise the knife, swing the knife!

The platinum flame suddenly rolled back, turning back into a thin layer of streamer as if going back in time, covering the long knife.

The vast power, like Nan Ke Yimeng, disappeared in a blink of an eye.

However, the invisible prestige became more and more shocked.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The squally wind that had been screaming since Allen started, like a tamed wild horse being saddled, suddenly quieted down.

For the first time, the surrounding space has a specific sense of existence.

The air in all directions became stagnant, as if it had a concrete substance, oppressing the surroundings, making people feel heavy pressure.

Action can't be done!

For all of this, those torches with dark flames naturally felt the most clearly.

If, they still feel it.

The long knife fell, and the hole that was like a cat's solution opened up the defense like a net that day, dissecting it into fragments, turning it into large and small fragments and scattered.

And those fragments burst suddenly, turning into a little bit of starlight.

It's just that, after finishing the blow, Allen's face was not happy.

Because he could feel that the last cut did not make it all.

The sense of slash is not just physical contact.

More, it also means the collision of energy, soul, mind and other levels.

It's hard to say how many entities there are in these torches, but Allen can be sure that their sense of existence in terms of energy must be extremely sufficient.

But when the knife was cut down before, all he could feel was the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to go down after nearly half of the cut.

Yes, it's not up to down.

It's not completely frustrated, nor is it completely decisive.

It is a sense of dislocation in which perceptions and speculations do not match the actual facts.

Alan is certain that something escaped!

only……

Boom!

A sudden explosion, like a bang when a ritual has been completed, interrupted Allen's thoughts.

Don't think about it, you don't need to guess what those escaped things are for the time being, but the goal that the other party wants to achieve has already appeared in front of them.

The void began to twist, like a rough sea, something giant was about to come out.

Click, click!

There was no real sound, but Allen seemed to be able to feel the unbearable pain in the surrounding space.

The spatial fluctuations resembling broken glass were accepted by Allen and the others, and turned into the most familiar sound that best expresses the current situation.

Allen was about to get out and drew his sword.

However, all the surrounding open spaces, walls, ceilings, and even the ground, all showed the glory of their debut.

This light, faint, silent, and profound, seemed to come from a long time ago, with a mottled vicissitudes of life.

However, once it was launched, it was overwhelming, as if it had already been waiting for this moment, waiting for too long.

The silent machine suddenly started, and it seemed that the cycle of life and death was unstoppable. These lights began to rush, start to jump, and start to run at the fastest speed.

But in a flash, the faint, lonely light has spread all over every inch of the void.

Allen drew his sword and cut it, but it seemed that he just slashed at the air, and it didn't make any difference.

At this time, Webster and others also tried their best to analyze, distinguish the origin of the magic circle and ritual, and try to find a way to crack it.

But after all, the time was too short to draw any useful conclusions.

In the next moment, those lonely glows that seemed to exist in the air, but did not seem to be in this world, connected the twisted void and healed the broken wound.

Upon seeing this, Allen also knew that there was not much time, so he tried again.

With a twist of his wrist, the long sword plunged into the ground in front of him, and nearly half of it sank into the ground. The light was brilliant and sacred, but it was trying to disintegrate the opponent from the root.

However, those people hiding in the dark and watching this confined space only raised the corners of their mouths, as if watching the ants struggling, showing a disdainful sneer.

[It's useless. 】

[At this time, no matter what you do, you can't stop it from coming. 】

[Waiting for you, only the final demise, it is impossible to have a second choice. 】

Thinking of this, they suddenly glanced at each other, and then decisively withdrew and left.

Although they released the monster that had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, the other party was not a genius.

They can kill with a knife, but when the other party tears Allen and the others into pieces and escapes from this confined space, they will not have any good consequences if they are closest to the other party!

What? You said that the material design and construction of this space are all extremely rigorous, and the other party may not be able to come out.

This possibility may be true for ordinary people.

But that monster ~www.readwn.com~ does not belong to this ordinary.

Therefore, after seeing the arrival of the other party irreversible and unable to be interrupted, they understood that it was time to leave.

Otherwise, in the end, apart from a few more lives, there is no other use at all.

However, what makes them a little heartache is that they were originally sent to stop Alan, delay time and distract them, so that they would not find the next player, but they did not expect to fall directly inside.

This result is really unexpected.

After all, for some reason, the opponent who has the ability to shuttle in the void, with the professional characteristics of the Shadow Assassin, rarely can't go.

Even if you are defeated in battle, you will not lose easily.

That thought, just to show his face, it was easily solved by Allen.

Thinking of this, a cloud of haze appeared in their hearts, who were originally full of confidence.

With this level of combat effectiveness, it seems that solving that monster is not very difficult, right?

He shook his head vigorously, suppressing this absurd idea, but in the bottom of my heart, there was always emotion spreading, spreading anxiety.

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