Chapter 293 Fishing...

It was the beginning of the afternoon, and the sun was slightly tilted. Although there was no warm sun, the sky was still clear.

No matter how you look at it, there is indeed good weather in Liva City today. But not long after this situation happened, the citizens looked up to the sky with surprised expressions... Strange, where did the muffled thunder come from?

Boom, boom, boom...

The roaring continued and was faint, and it really sounded like the thunder behind the clouds. But now, let alone a cloud of dark clouds, not even a few thin clouds can be seen in the sky.

After hearing a few more sounds, everyone turned their attention to the south again. It seems that the sound is coming from over there...

No matter what time and space, there is always a shortage of people who are curious and like to watch. Gradually, the crowd began to gather towards Nancheng District. However, before they could go very far, they were dispersed by the guard cavalry that had just been waiting here.

By this time, some people had suddenly realized. Although Powers and Bernie had not been here long, their style of doing things was already well known to the whole city. In this formation, some unlucky assassin would be happy to see it fall into their hands...

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Nancheng District, abandoned streets.

It should be said that everyone's guesses are somewhat reliable. It's right to be unlucky, and it's not wrong to be happy to hear about it, but this object...

boom……

The figure flew out, collapsing half of the wall, causing broken bricks and dust to fly up.

"Ahem, poof..." He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Powers climbed up from the ruins in embarrassment. His current image can be described as miserable. His fighting spirit armor lasted for just a few seconds, and then was directly shattered when he encountered him. As for the stainless steel chainmail armor that was specially prepared for this battle, a large piece of the breastplate was also deflated.

The level of strength is really unsurpassable. It has only been a few minutes since the battle began, and he has already been knocked away several times. This means that he has rich combat experience and can often avoid vital points at critical moments. Otherwise, by this time, he would have already been in front of the God of Light. The report went.

Looking up again, the battle light was surging in the field. The majestic Oliver was holding a sword and slashing vertically and horizontally, like a mad warrior, invincible. Surrounding him was a lean figure wielding a spear. Although he was not directly knocked away like Powers, the occasional counterattacks showed little power, and the situation was precarious.

Needless to say, that would be Bernie. His fighting spirit level is similar to that of Powers. In terms of actual combat power, he should be a step lower. But he is good at physical skills and deft attacks. He is not like Powers who always resists hard, so he can stand alone and stick to a group.

Of course, good times don't last long, as the saying goes that if you defend for a long time, you will lose, especially when the strength levels are different. Before Powis could catch his breath and rush to support, there was a loud bang. Bernie held the gun in both hands to block it. Then like a kite with its string cut off, it first rose up and then fell rapidly, destroying the half of the wall in front of Powis. Completely smashed.

"Pfft..." Rolling and landing next to Powers, Bernie spurted out a mouthful of blood mist, and the arm tightly holding the "7"-shaped spear kept shaking.

Over there, Oliver naturally would not let go of this good opportunity to kill them all. He coldly raised his knife and came over to kill them. However, before taking a few steps, another burst of arrows suddenly struck from the surroundings. The peripheral vision swept by, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He took a few steps back to avoid the coverage, and then pulled out a long sword and threw it away.

Bang, bang, bang... Dozens of arrow branches penetrated straight into the bluestone floor, and the thick arrow bodies kept shaking. This time it was a dragon tail arrow!

Taking advantage of this moment, Bernie spit out another mouthful of stuffy blood, then he breathed a long sigh of relief and felt much better. He threw away the deformed spear and wiped his mouth: "Damn it, didn't you say you were injured? Cough cough..."

Powers stood up with the knife in hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he heard this: "I'm afraid it's because of our injuries that we didn't die..."

"..." Bernie opened his mouth and was speechless.

"Let's go!" Powis turned around and retreated first, "Lead him into ambush point No. 2."

Powis's guess was correct. Even if he was injured, he could only exert 60-70% of his combat effectiveness. The strength of high-level earth-level warriors was not something they could resist. That is to say, Oliver is distracted by the dragon tail arrows that are shot from time to time. In addition, they have rich combat experience, so they can avoid the killing.

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Bang, bang, bang...

Boom, boom, boom...

Collapsed alleyway walls, blown-off bluestone floors, crushed abandoned houses...all kinds of building things, with a single result. The area that continues to spread is like a prehistoric beast breaking into it. Any slight movement will lead to catastrophic consequences.

"Isn't it a one-on-one challenge...what are you hiding from?"

"Causing my anger? Congratulations, you succeeded. But are you ready for it?"

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Samp, who was flying at low altitude, had no expression on his face. With every move he made, strong space vibrations were heard, shattering all obstacles.

Not far below him, a figure always avoided attacks at critical moments like a ghost, as if he could see those invisible and formless attacks.

After all, this was their second fight. Although Tang En couldn't see the space blades, he could roughly feel their direction, speed, distance, etc. There was no problem.

Of course, as long as you can sense it, you still have to wait for an opportunity to attack. The battle has been going on for about ten minutes. The situation on Tang En's side is similar to that on Bowes' side, and they have been suppressed all the way.

"Isn't it okay to test?"

With a faint voice, Tang En frantically changed directions several times on the spot, avoiding several predicted space blades, and then plunged into the alleyway.

"Testing? Haha, you...huh?" Bang, Samp who followed up suddenly frowned. The space blade he just spilled seemed to hit something, and then dazzling white light radiated out in front of his eyes...

Glitter crystal?

As soon as this thought arose, hiss, hiss... the sound of continuous daggers piercing the air came. Although they could not reach the target, the sharpness could already be felt in the vital parts!

Phew, without any hesitation, Samp moved his staff and suddenly appeared more than ten meters away. But before his eyes could recover from the white light just now, his ears twitched slightly, and whoosh, like a crossbow arrow piercing the air, struck again.

Phew, moved again, this time appearing on the wall dozens of meters away, hiss, hiss... The sound of the dagger breaking through the air seemed to follow him again like a shadow. Samp narrowed his eyes slightly, and his vision was filled with criss-crossing lines of blood. .

"It's my turn."

"Oh? Let's give it a try..."

Phew, Samp moved again, this time appearing in the air on the right side. Turning his head, he saw that the phantom left on the wall was riddled with holes, and Tang En stepped on the wall with his body like thunder. Like soaring into the sky.

After curling his lips, Thumper waved his wand again, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Moving crazily, the figure appears and disappears. But in an instant, countless black-robed figures appeared in the air, on the ground, on the roof. Because of Thumper's personality and appearance, these figures all have the same appearance and are difficult to identify.

But now among these real and illusory figures, a black figure changes directions like a strong wind, attacking without hesitation. Because of him, there are more and more black-robed phantoms around...

Can you keep up with this? The speed is indeed better than Eunice... As he moved with his staff, Thumper frowned in shock and muttered to himself.

Moving is not teleportation. As long as you don't take anyone with you, you basically don't need any preparation time and you can leave in an instant. Because of this, the moving distance will not be too far, probably only within a hundred meters each time.

But even so, as the number of times increases, the distance will become wider and wider. But after Samp moved dozens of times in succession, he was shocked to find that the other party was still following behind him... You must know that even if he was super fast, the direction he moved every time was not fixed, and with the phantoms around him, he wanted to move in It sounds incredible to make accurate judgments in a very short period of time and then follow them closely!

But Tang En did it, not to mention the speed, which was his livelihood. As for judgment, it is actually not that amazing. The reason why Tang En was able to instantly discern Samp's location was because of his Killing Intent skill.

If enemies are fighting to the death, no matter how hard they hide it, they will eventually cast a ray of murderous intent on the other party. This killing intent is invisible and immaterial, but it can indeed be felt. Tang En just thinks about this skill often, so he feels it is more delicate and sensitive than others...

The battle situation reversed instantly. As mentioned before, it was now Twain's turn to suppress Samp.

Of course, this kind of suppression will not last long. No matter how fast the speed is, it is supported by two legs, which is naturally more convenient and faster than moving one's mind. From this aspect, what Tang En is doing now is more like useless efforts. But, is this really the case...

Phew, Samp moved again. Needless to say, there was another sound breaking through the air in an instant.

Whoosh...

Let's see how long you can hold on... Thumper raised his wand and moved it out again, but he was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously turned around and saw a black dagger piercing the eyebrows of the phantom just now, and then pierced through the door of the house behind and disappeared. Inside.

Eunice's dagger? Hey, there was no time to think, Samp instantly moved in with his staff.

"Ha..." The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he chuckled. Tang En's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he followed in like an arrow from a string. When it penetrated the rotten wooden door, a bit of blood fell down, as if it was cut off. something.

This is a small room without any decoration or furniture. Not surprising, most of the houses here are like this, but what's a bit weird is that this house doesn't even have a window. When I came in on the first day of junior high school, everything was dark in front of me.

In the room, Samp had already pulled out the dark dagger from the wall, looking a little dazed. Then when he saw Tang En following him, he snorted coldly, waved his wand and prepared to move out again.

Thumper is not a traditional magician and is not afraid of close combat. But such a small room still limits his strength, especially when he is facing a sensitive opponent, so leaving immediately is the only option. but……

boom! "kindness……"

With a muffled groan, the space shook, and Samp suddenly appeared on the right wall, swaying, almost falling to the ground. That way, it was like hitting your head against a steel plate and then being bounced back...

"Nima, I've been fishing for a long time and finally got the bait... Just die!"

…………(To be continued.)