Chapter 1,232: Collect, Transform and Transport

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Can the failure of a few people scare away a group of talented people?

Of course it's impossible. There is a saying in my hometown: He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Why is it so easy to become a "hero"? Isn't it because most people don't shed tears until they see the coffin; even if they see the coffin, they don't think that they will be lying there. You are so confident as a person, and then you get slapped in the face.

Especially among the three people, except for the emperor's personal guards, the one wearing a bright red robe seemed to be a rare beauty with red lips and white teeth. The magician in black looks like a bad guy. This is definitely not because the Templars are prejudiced, but because many people think that while selling favors to the emperor, it would be great to gain the heart of a beautiful woman.

Lin's fight with Azad just looks so unthreatening. Even if a few people died in front of them, it seemed like they happened by chance or bad luck. Neither sullen nor angry, as if they didn't have any strength at all, they were just fast, more than a little fancy, but not powerful enough. This was the evaluation of the battle between the two in the eyes of outsiders. No one can understand the horror within it without being in it.

Once they step into the battle ring with full confidence, it's too late to quit. They can't even warn others, so everyone just tries to survive and then realizes it's all in vain.

Entering the battle circle, they fully realized what it means to be in control. Their limbs will turn into weapons under the guidance of one of them and attack the other. If it's just an ordinary arm swing or kick, then forget it. Sometimes, with a gentle clap, one's broken bones will pierce through the muscles and skin and shoot out to the other side.

The body is like this, and the weapons and armor on it are even worse. The armor given by the gods was like paper, cut into pieces by a sword, and then picked out by a blow, attacking the person opposite. The same goes for weapons. All turned into fragments all over the sky, filling the battle circle.

But such an offensive could only be regarded as a small trick in the eyes of the two opponents. With a flick of the sword tip and a flick of the finger, it is not a big problem to resolve these broken bones or fragments, or the dangling limbs. But how could Lin and Azad be so wasteful? It was the most basic thing to just go back where they came from. Using these bits and pieces to counterattack their opponents was their focused approach.

For a time, all kinds of broken arms and limbs were flying in the fighting circle, and fragments of weapons and equipment were swirling like winds. And as the two took turns to attack again and again, as the medium between them, the size also became smaller and smaller between the alternate attacks.

In the end, the calmness of the three dancing alone was restored in the battle circle. All those fragmentary things were turned into dust, and their original appearance was completely gone.

When everyone watching the battle stopped trying to join the fight, there were already a group of templars from various churches left on the streets of the temple area. No one could remain intact, not even moaning, making one wonder whether they were dead or alive.

As for the fact that no one continued to join, it may be that everyone has recognized the strength of the people fighting, or it may be that those young guys who were hot-headed and easy to get into trouble all died or fell to the ground. In short, after the street was left with red marks and unknown people, no one came forward.

After the disturbance caused by someone's intrusion, Lin, Azad and Yomel's offensive changed again.

The fight that was originally as fast as lightning became extremely slow. Every movement and every detail fell into the eyes of the onlookers. They could clearly see the placement of the fingers, every wrinkle on the robe, and even the expressions of the three people. Except for the emperor's personal guards, he is still mysterious in his helmet.

Khan faced Insadu, the sword spine faced the sword face, the two swords kept moving around each other, moving smoothly, as if they were connected together. With his free hand, he touched the palm knife against the palm knife, fist against fist, solidly and slowly.

In this round of fighting, everyone could see that the magician in black robe had lost. In both of his strikes, he retreated half a point more and retracted his hand an inch more. It needs to be charged from a longer distance to deliver what should be a balanced blow. But both times were disappointing.

The third blow, palm to palm. The magician's palm is also light and fluttery, as if weak. In comparison, the beauty in the bright red robe moved slowly with her palm, but seemed to be carrying the force of wind and thunder, overwhelming mountains and seas.

With great confidence, Azad fired the third palm that he considered to be his masterpiece. Perhaps he would never be able to strike the same palm again in his life. This palm left a dark force, which was able to accurately grasp the first two exchanges. It was a pity that I could not take advantage of the victory and pursue the pursuit, and killed the magician in front of me in one fell swoop.

Because in the first two fights, his victory was more than what outsiders thought possible. Instead, he directed all his strength into the magician's arm. Seeing the even worse blow from him in the second blow, Azad felt that the situation was certain and he could only wait for the third blow.

However, when the two palms met, it was not as one-sided as the previous two fights. The first bright force hit the opponent's palm, and when the second dark force was about to follow, Lin shook his body as fast as lightning. Stepping forward, twisting the waist, throwing shoulders, and raising arms, a series of force was pushed onto the palm, but it hit Azad's second secret energy a hundred times or ten times.

In shock, Azad's arm was hit so high that his muscles, bones and skin were all injured. On the arms hidden in the sleeves, drops of blood seeped out from every pore. And the force of this blow didn't just hit the arm. His shoulder was also shaken, shaking Azad's nerves, and he actually paused briefly.

But before this fatal flaw, Lin hesitated. Should I take advantage of the situation to kill Azad, or should I kill the emperor's personal guards as originally intended? Is this a good question?

It's a pity that Azad didn't give people much time to choose. The arm that was knocked away made a fist and swung it down faster. Although the condition of his arm has not yet fully recovered, even in its full condition, it is still unable to withstand the magician's palm, but there is no need to worry about using weapons.

The arm he waved down seemed to pull out a weapon from nothingness, an alien long knife, exuding a strange abyss aura. It only appeared for such a moment, and the defensive barriers of all the surrounding temples were touched!

It was a long sword made entirely of Hell Orihar steel. It was not forged, but a weapon born from the corpse of a dead abyss lord. In other words, it is also a demon, the magic sword Phorkas. At the same time, it is the metal material that Haggiri Insado finally learned from, and it is also one of the trump cards of the Demon Prince.

At the moment when Khan was restrained by Insadu, the magician in front of him could only use his artifact-level black robe to take this blow. Or even better, run away far away and leave the emperor's bodyguard as a living prize to be slaughtered by him.

Azad smiled proudly. Although the incident that just happened forced him to use this demon knife. But it seems that it is not without gain. If this magician foolishly used his body to catch it, and an abyss lord-level demon chopped off a half-finished robe inhabited by a god, it would be wonderful.

But a clear sound of gold and iron clashing broke Azad's delusion. The second Khan, the second Lin, stood up with their swords to block the magic sword Phorkas. The blade of Haggiri Khan was mercilessly embedded in the blade of the magic sword. Without directly cutting himself off, the magic sword Phorkas was enough to outshine all other weapons.

Before I could figure out how the second group of people appeared, whether they were real or fake, a gust of wind rose in the back of my head. Without hesitation, Azad lowered his head, drew his sword, and kicked Old Youmeier next to him. In addition to kicking the stubborn old man away, he also took advantage of the situation and retreated in another direction. At this time, Azad also saw clearly that the gust of wind behind his head was caused by the third Lin waving the third Hakiri Khan.

When the three...five people distanced themselves from each other, Azad stared at the three identical magicians standing together. The gap on the magic sword Phorkas was not fake, nor was the feeling of Yin Sadu's previous suppression. Although the sword did not hit the back of his head, Azad did not think that the third Haggiri Khan was a phantom. In other words, all three of them are real!

But this terrifying scene could not last long, as the two extra magicians disappeared suddenly. Just as they appear, they are so hard to guard against. Lin Guling was left alone, holding the Shaqiki Khan in his hand, looking warily in the direction of Azad and Yomel. Judging from his position, no matter who he attacks, he will inevitably face the Demon Prince.

However, Azad did not continue to attack anyone. He just stood there, swords crossed in front of him. With a displeased look on his face, he said: "Next time someone calls you a magician, help me spit and drown them. The palm you just slapped is not like a move that a magician can do. My whole arm is still... It’s numb.”

"Haha." As a killer move, although it was used for the first time in actual combat, it only achieved such results. To be honest, Lin was very dissatisfied. So when faced with Azad's words, he only laughed twice, mostly because he was speechless. Instead, a pair of eyes glanced at the position of the emperor's personal guards, as if he planned to launch another offensive, with a strong sense of demonstration.

Of course it was impossible for Azad not to notice someone's small movements, but he continued as if he was not interested: "A warrior's clone will separate parts of his own strength to create another almost physical body." Clone. The disadvantage is that as much energy as you let out, your own strength will be reduced. In addition to the phantom technique, the so-called clone technique is more like having an extra mouth to recite spells, but it can only carry out the arranged actions. But Such a clone cannot copy those special weapons and equipment. So, what is your clone? As a teacher, do you have any plans to talk about it? "

Lin smiled and said: "Oh, how could I tell you the secret of three transformations for one person? Besides, my clone technique doesn't last long, so you have nothing to worry about. Why don't we continue fighting?"

"You said you wouldn't tell secrets, and you brought up the shortcomings of your short time. I believe you, you idiot. How did you show up? I don't know how many times you can do this; let alone how many people will show up like this." Question. No more fighting. Just kill whoever you want. Anyway, I can’t stop three of you. Come with a few more and I’ll run away as soon as possible.” Azad pouted and said dissatisfied.