Chapter 295 You Are a Good Person!

Closed space, bright ball of light, wild laughter...

The change of light and darkness, coupled with the sudden reversal of the battle situation, suddenly brought a slight pause to the original fierce fighting scene.

Tang En's expressionless face was slightly tangled. The black shirt on his body was torn in several places, and the blood inside slowly slid down the skirt. He looked a little embarrassed, but because the injury was not a critical part, it did not affect his combat effectiveness much.

In comparison, Samp a few meters away looked miserable. We fought in the dark just now, and because it was just an estimate, most of the attacks from both sides were directed towards the larger heart. So the originally neat black robe on Samp's body now looks more like a "hole robe". Needless to say, a hole naturally represents a dagger.

But he can still stand now, which naturally means that his life is not in danger. Of course, the injuries were not serious. In addition to those holes that were bleeding, the reason why he was hunching over and laughing exaggeratedly was not entirely because he was extremely excited. You must know that Tang En's series of close-quarters skills just now were all Hit the waist and abdomen...

"Haha... The trap that was deliberately made has now become my own grave. Haha... What should you do? Don't surrender and beg for mercy later... Haha, oh, you won't beg for mercy. Well, I promise you will. I will kill you slowly, slowly, slowly..."

Samp covered his waist and abdomen with one hand, his body was shaking violently, and he looked a little breathless. The raised face showed both ferocious murderous intent and excitement and fanaticism. His eyes were blinking, as if he was about to burst into tears.

"Laugh at your sister... the storm!" When Samp was speaking, Tang En's face quickly regained his composure, curled his lips and said something, and then his figure suddenly disappeared into the air. Instantly, the space shook, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and faint red ripples began to appear.

To be honest, this kind of thing is inevitable. In a battle with their level of strength, fighter opportunities are always changing and fleeting. It is still unrealistic to expect a pre-planned plan to kill the opponent. This is the saying goes that plans can never keep up with changes. Fortunately, I still took advantage of it before, and now I may not have the capital to fight for it.

What Samp said before was not wrong. Such a narrow environment was indeed what Twain sought, and he had an absolute advantage before. But now Samp has a magic shield, so he doesn't have to worry about his own safety in a short period of time, and can free up his hands to use magic calmly. And with the area here, a medium to large magic can cover it, making it impossible to avoid it.

So now Tang En can only desperately use the range attack - the storm. To be honest, the space is still small. Even if Samp doesn't intervene, the area here is not enough for the storm to explode. Under compression, it's really hard to say where those overflowing blades will cut. But Tang En has no choice now...

Seeing Tang En disappear suddenly, Samp stopped laughing, then straightened his body slightly and stood up reluctantly, looking a little hunched over.

As a bounty hunter who has been on the verge of life and death for so many years, how could he only attack with words in this situation without taking action first. It was just because his body had been hit too hard earlier, and he wanted to use this to delay his recovery... However, Tang En was really shrewd, and he made a big move as soon as he regained consciousness.

Frowning slightly, Samp was very sensitive to spatial fluctuations. Naturally, one would not think that the disappearance of the other party was a result of escaping into another parallel space. In his senses, Tang En's figure is now blocked by some spatial ripples. Those bloody ripples are similar to the Space Blade, but a little different... For some reasons, the drawn ripples are not released immediately. Instead, they continue to rotate around a point, and then generate more blade-shaped ripples...

With such a feeling, Samp naturally cannot watch it grow bigger. He turned around and looked at the sealing stone at the door. He hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes sharpened, as if he had made some determination. He raised his hands high and his thin lips moved rapidly. He couldn't hear the specific words clearly, but he heard a different kind of rhythm.

Seeing that Samp did not choose to attack immediately, Tang En felt a little calmer, and then his face became more solemn.

The storm has time to prepare for the attack. For example, when it was used for the first time and encountered Xia Wei'an, it was cleanly interrupted by the opponent. Now Samp did not choose to interrupt, maybe because he was not familiar with this move, or maybe because he was confident in his magic... No matter what, what he faced next was bound to be a life-and-death showdown.

Generally speaking, warriors prepare moves faster than magicians, which is normal. Because it is undeniable that the power of magic is indeed stronger than fighting spirit. But when it came to Tang En, this became an exception. The power of the storm depended entirely on the size of the red whirlwind. The longer the time passed, the greater the damage area of ​​​​the cyclone. Of course, this also has an end, and manpower is exhausted after all. But in a battle between life and death, how can the other party wait for you to fully unleash your power...

"Francing Air Blade!" After chanting for about ten seconds, Samp finally finished his preparations. His eyes flashed and he pushed forward with his raised hands. It was as if a strong wind was blowing in the face, and the black robe with holes in it was dancing endlessly.

Chi, chi, chi...

The originally bright closed room seemed to be blocked by something, with light and dark flickering and mottled brightness. This is of course not a problem with the lighting technique, but rather almond-shaped objects resembling eyes suddenly appeared around the space here. They expanded in an instant, expanded... and then seemed to turn into large, split mouths. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. But if you take a closer look, you will feel an inexplicable devouring force, which is creepy!

"Open!" With this loud shout, the enclosed space suddenly shook, as if it was about to collapse. Then those huge cracked mouths kept making squeaking sounds, as if they were inhaling, and as if something was about to run out of them... At this moment, a series of screaming space blades came out from inside. Qi rushed out and headed straight for Tang En's location.

"come……"

Tang En also roared violently, and his body was suddenly rotated rapidly by the red whirlwind. The long ripples dragged around the outside were like long whips, spinning and flying, stirring the space.

Bang, bang, bang...

Explode, explode, explode...

The explosions were as fast as fried beans and as loud as thunder, and they sounded densely in an instant.

Every space in the narrow space is either crowded with large or small space blades, or filled with bloody and coquettish sword lights. Contend, entangle, offset...every moment, endlessly!

At this time, death may be a matter of the next second. Because as long as there is an oversight, or the offensive and defensive pattern is broken. Those chaotic and complicated space blades and red whirlwinds on the periphery will cut the opponent to pieces in an instant!

Likewise, death is not easy at this time. There was a perfectly matched red whirlwind beside Tang En, which was used for offense instead of defense. As for Samp, leaving aside those space blades, the magic shield at the level of a great magician on his body is enough to defend him for a while.

It is very contradictory, but it is a true portrayal of the current situation.

Huh, it looks like he was really injured... Controlling the whirlwind, Tang En breathed a sigh of relief.

A being like the great magician would be enough to scare people wherever he was placed, let alone one from the space system. Just as Oliver thought before, Samp's strength really overwhelms him. Even within the Twilight Hunters, leader Ye Mo, whose strength has reached the pinnacle of prefecture level even though he has never fought before, dare not say that he can defeat Samp. This is how magicians of the same level suppress the strength of warriors of the corresponding level.

Tang En relied on his blood energy to earn a living. After killing Eunice, his blood energy upgraded and his strength also increased accordingly. However, if you want to calculate it, it is still slightly lower than Oliver, and naturally he is no match for Samp.

Fortunately, judging from the current power of magic, Samp was indeed injured, and the injury was not serious. The flurry of flying blades and the red whirlwind were just equally matched, and there was no crushing situation as imagined. From this point of view, it does not affect the probability of survival of both parties.

at this time,

"Open! Open! Open...die!" Compared to Tang En who was somewhat satisfied, Samp was very dissatisfied with the current situation. The arms danced wildly, roaring furiously, and some space cracks suddenly opened around them. Some were hit by the red whirlwind and closed immediately. Some, under the cover of previous cracks, spat out space blades again.

"Hoo Chi, Hoo Chi... Haha, do you want to know how I will kill you slowly later? I will use the space blade to cut you off piece by piece..."

Seeing that the battle situation was unlikely to change in a short period of time, Samp's eyes flashed slightly and he began to utter crazy words again. This can be regarded as out of spite, or it can be regarded as some off-the-chart moves. You must know that in such a battle where no mistakes can be made, a psychological fluctuation may determine life or death... It may sound a bit underhanded, but the principle of winning a king and losing a bandit has been like this since ancient times. But obviously, Samp found the wrong opponent...

"Eunice mentioned you before she died." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Tang En's indifferent words brought the crazy shouting to an abrupt end.

"Do you know what she said?"

Samp was silent. Whether he believed it or not, he undoubtedly wanted to know the answer to this sentence.

"She said...well, by the way, what did you mean?"

"You..." Samp was furious. Although he couldn't see Tang En, he could still imagine that he must have a joking look on his face. Well, it’s the expression on the dog’s face when he’s teasing it with a bone...

"Oh, I remembered... Well, she said you are a good person, a very good person, but it's a pity that you are not suitable for her..."

"Well……"

"Haha...huh?"

Crack, crackle... clatter, clatter...

Just when Tang En was happily handing out good guy cards, there was a sudden sound of bricks breaking. As soon as he turned his head, gravel and soil fell one after another on the walls used for camouflage. But in an instant, the dark sealing stone inside was revealed. Looking back again, the unobstructed sealing stone at the door was covered with criss-crossing scars. It was shaking slightly and was in danger...

Damn... Tang En's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but wailed in his heart. Then his narrow eyes narrowed slightly for a moment, and he tried his best!

On the dagger, the blood glow surged, and it struck directly inside the whirlwind without hesitation.

"Break it, break it, break it!!!"

…………(To be continued.)