Chapter 3134 Saya and Tombstone

The body is like an afterimage, and the sword is like a thread.

It passed in a flash, and the gods were frightened and the ghosts were horrified.

The fourth apostle Casillas is worthy of being the strongest swordsman in the demon world.

In the demon world, he can cut through anything tangible.

Unfortunately, ghosts and gods are invisible.

He can cut off everything, but he cannot cut off ghosts and gods.

The moment we passed each other, it was time for me to take action.

My moves are simple, but absolutely practical.

I moved my steps slightly and took two steps forward. The moment I took the second step, Kaija, the afterimage, suddenly appeared and wrapped me tightly with its illusory body.

The next moment, the combat skill broke out—Ghost Shadow Flash.

The two knives crossed each other and drew two thin lines in the void. The thin lines were bright and deep, as if they had cut open the space.

When I stopped, Casillas' waist armor on the other side was also cut off, and at the same time, a longer and deeper wound suddenly appeared.

Blood spurted out, but Casillas seemed not to care at all. He kept laughing, his smile was ferocious and arrogant, his laughter was exciting and eager.

This laughter is very familiar to me.

This is the kind of hearty laughter that only comes when you meet your opponent in chess.

It is recognition of the opponent.

With the power of fairies, I have just been recognized by Casillas. It can be seen how powerful this man is.

No wonder Tyrannosaurus King Bakar admits that he is no match for him in one-on-one situations.

This is also an existence beyond cognition, perhaps more powerful and terrifying than ordinary apostles.

However, now I don't feel the slightest fear, and even the excitement I felt during the fierce war is gradually fading.

The elf blood that keeps boiling and the elf power that keeps integrating tells me that the man in front of me no longer poses a fatal threat to me.

All I have to do is beat my opponent.

That's all.

But in my heart, I still firmly remember what the last ‘I’ told me before leaving: give him a good beating.

Although I know that beating the defeated is worse than simply defeating the opponent, and it is completely inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry, but who calls me not a knight?

I am just an adventurer. I act according to principles. I mainly look at myself, secondly look at the overall environment, and finally weigh the pros and cons, either doing good or doing evil.

I wholeheartedly agree with the request for Casillas to be beaten.

I couldn't beat him before and was almost hacked to death by him, but now I can beat him, why not?

As soon as this thought ended, a sense of crisis came quickly - Casillas took advantage of me to slip away and launched a fatal blow to me.

The so-called killing blow does not mean that one blow will definitely kill you, but that the move is fast, powerful, and highly lethal. As long as it hits the vital point, ordinary people will definitely die.

But am I an ordinary person?

As soon as I took a step forward, Kaija, the afterimage, appeared in an instant and possessed my body. The next second, several knives followed one after another. The frequency of slashing was so high that it almost caught up with the minced meat.

With a cold snort, I charged forward again, and was struck by another Ghost Shadow move.

However, this ghostly shadow was not meant to hurt anyone, but just to dodge.

A knife flashed past, and I distanced myself from Casillas again.

As soon as I stood firm, I unleashed the next combat skill I learned - Frost Saya.

The exquisite formation pattern was completed in an instant, and the magic value continued to pour from my feet into the formation pattern.

In less than a breath, the formation was fully charged and activated in an instant.

The cold air rose suddenly and spread throughout the entire space. Even I, who was protected by the formation and could not feel the cold air at all, would know when I saw the white cold mist rising and the light blue crystals precipitating on the ground. The temperature has reached a certain low limit.

Because it is not yet mature, the temperature may not have reached absolute zero, but it is definitely astonishingly low.

At this moment, another attack from Casillas came.

This sword was faster, more powerful, and more powerful than the previous one.

Maybe before, he just wanted to hit me hard, but this time, he must have the idea of ​​killing me.

But so what?

Although the fairy power I gained is very weak, once I gain it, I gain it. No one can change this fact.

The speed of what was originally a fatal blow dropped suddenly the moment he stepped into the formation, and dropped by one-fifth in a very short period of time.

That gave me enough time to chant the incantation.

"The tombstone is with you."

After the spell, I looked at Casillas rushing towards me and said calmly.

Ten meters above the ground, countless stone tablets inscribed with exquisite incantations crashed down.

Casillas noticed something was wrong immediately, and he wanted to slash with his sword. However, with the debuff of Frost Saya, his sword swing speed was not even one-tenth of the original speed.

Looking at the ridiculously slow movement, Casillas couldn't laugh at all. He stood there blankly, his eyes always fixed on the two broken knives.

The next moment, the tombstone fell heavily.

If it were just an ordinary stone, it wouldn't even be able to hurt Casillas at all, and even a giant orichalcum that was rich in magic wouldn't even be able to hurt him.

After all, he has been practicing sword skills all year round, and has already condensed his body to the extreme level of hardness. Unless he has a magic weapon or a substance with high density of magic, he can't be hurt.

However, his strong body suffered a heavy blow the first time he encountered the tombstone.

The first tombstone only smashed his forehead, but the second tombstone actually opened a not deep but long gash in his chest.

For a moment, blood flowed like a torrent.

It was only then that Casillas suddenly realized that these tombstones seemed to be not just made of simple stones, but also had some unknown patterns engraved on them. It was with these things that it would have been impossible to hurt him. The rocks turned into deadly rocks.

Casillas is a fighting maniac, but he is no fool.

He would naturally avoid the harm that could be avoided, otherwise he would not be alive today.

It is impossible to chop these tombstones with a broken knife. Now, the only thing Casillas can do is to gather strength and resist the bombardment of the tombstones with the power of awakening.

The powerful strength of the top experts and veteran apostles burst out at this moment.

The power of awakening enveloped him like a layer of bubbles, not only protecting Casillas, but also blocking the tombstones that fell down, or shattering them on the spot.

Is this another use of the power of awakening?

I murmured.

As the last tombstone falls, the release time of the death tombstone ends. At the same time, the existence time of Frost Saya has also reached its limit.

At the moment when the Death Tombstone and Frost Saya disappeared, Casillas regained his momentum, bent his knees, and then exploded. At the same time, he swung his two swords and struck unstoppably.