1426 See You Again
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On the narrow path, the smoke from the explosion had not completely dissipated, the old swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood, covered the wound on his waist, and let the blood stain his clothes red.
His flying sword hangs above his shoulder, bobbing up and down slightly with his breathing, as if it has life.
Just when the old swordsman adjusted his breathing and wanted to take out the pill to replenish his aura, two wind blades roared from the opposite side of the smoke, cutting through the dust that filled the air.
Like two missiles, the wind blade not only blew away the air, but also charged at the old swordsman. The old swordsman didn't care about panting, and immediately defended with his sword, blocking the oncoming wind blade.
Along with the wind blade came the special soldier in mecha. At this moment, holding a long sword in his hand, he leaned forward and slashed at the shoulder of the old swordsman with lightning speed.
The old swordsman has now understood the opponent's combat power, and he knows that the opponent's strength is not inferior to his. Even if he fought at home on Jianfeng, he couldn't win by fighting.
The more the fight goes on, the more he consumes each other like this, the lower his chances of winning, because the strength gap between the two sides is there, and the consumption of each other can only make the gap between the two sides wider.
The strength of the opponent made the old swordsman see the situation clearly. He had to consider the worst and end the battle as soon as possible.
You know, there are still enemies looking for Jianfeng's energy center. Once the opponent finds it and Jianfeng is destroyed, he will have no chance to fight for both sides.
Ever since, the old swordsman, who had made up his mind, narrowed his eyes and made a decision. He used the flying sword to block the slashing sword from the opposite side, formed a seal in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Surrender to death! Bastard!"
Accompanied by his shout, the guardian formation on the sword peak suddenly started to operate, and the huge stone carved sword tablet on the highest peak shone with a faint golden light.
Just like the sword light that counterattacked the sky warship, the peak guard formation started to operate, and the super powerful lightsaber also began to solidify in the sky.
The old swordsman didn't want to die with a powerful nuclear bomb, so he was trying his best to compress the power of this huge sword.
He wanted to use such a powerful blow to directly destroy the enemy in front of him, so as to buy himself some time to recover.
On the opposite side, the special soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire waved the long sword in their hands, slashed several times in a row, but were blocked by the flying sword. Unable to attack, he also knew that the opponent was accumulating strength and was about to launch a "ultimate move" that he could not defend against.
Under such circumstances, if he couldn't rush to kill the old man in front of him, he could only take the opponent's fatal attack.
Unwilling to bear the attack, he swung his sword more quickly, covering the old swordsman with sharp attacks, hoping to kill the opponent in advance with one blow.
The sound of the special soldier's long sword breaking the wind fell with the shining edge, and the old swordsman's imperial envoy Feijian blocked it again, and the sound of metal and iron clanging echoed in the ears of the two of them.
In the end, the old swordsman, who had exhausted his aura first, was cut off half of his arm by a special soldier wearing a mecha in front of him, and the flying sword, which had lost its aura support, finally fell on the two of them. middle.
But at this time, the aura in the air had already condensed, and the huge lightsaber had been compressed and condensed into the size of a normal flying sword.
This flickering flying sword swooped down from the sky with an indomitable momentum, and attacked the special soldier who had just chopped off the old swordsman's forearm.
The huge energy made the surrounding air uneasy, and this fatal blow also hit the special forces of the Alan Hill Empire firmly.
Accompanied by a deafening sound, a terrifying explosion resounded through the sky again. This trail, which has been bombarded beyond recognition, has almost been repaired into a platform by various explosions.
At the edge of the platform, the seriously injured old swordsman struggled and stood up from the ground. He covered his wound,
The wrinkles on his face seemed to be getting deeper.
Having barely won the battle, he was exhausted at this moment, and he had no energy left to deal with the enemies who escaped.
Now, he just wants to find a quiet place, sit down and take care of the wound, persevere, and barely continue to live.
He finally moved to a dusty boulder before the smoke cleared. No longer caring about whether it was clean or not, I just sat down on it.
He panted heavily, and no longer picked on whether there was any dust in the air. He just sat there, kept his eyes open and passed out, and he was almost exhausted.
However, when the gunpowder smoke cleared, he saw a man in a tattered mech leaning against a boulder on the opposite side of the shattered square, looking at him silently.
"No matter what, I won." The old swordsman stared at his opponent and said with a kind of detached detachment that had been relieved.
As he opened his mouth, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. The attack just now, no matter how powerful it was, still hurt his internal organs.
"You don't know what you're facing! You idiot!" The special soldier leaning against the stone sneered, and grabbed his mask with his remaining arm: "This is what you said to me before, now I will return it to you intact..."
He lifted his mask to reveal a slitted face inside: "You have no idea what you're fighting! You idiot!"
The talking face squirmed along with the voice, as if it was a muscle movement. But the difference is that this kind of creeping is completely carried out according to the texture of the gap, which makes this kind of creeping very awkward and very weird.
"You can't kill me... because I'm just a puppet!" The talking Ilanhill Empire special soldier let out a hoarse mechanical laugh: "My body is now living peacefully in Alanciris! He may be fighting for Worried about what to eat for breakfast. And you... are going to die!"
"You...you...what the hell are...monsters..." Shocked by the sight in front of him, the old swordsman let go of his breath. He sighed, because he really couldn't understand, what are these enemies who can control countless puppets...
"Let me introduce myself... My name is Elit..." The puppet threw away the mask in his hand, pointed to himself and said, "There is no need to say goodbye, because we will never meet again."
After he finished speaking, the entire puppet stopped functioning. On the other side, the old swordsman dropped his head powerlessly almost at the same time.