A series of swords blocking sounded constantly, and the solemn pressure in the air was almost about to stop people from breathing.

After taking the stab of his heart, Midie immediately moved the dagger to his abdomen, barely slamming the attack there, and then he moved to his throat and opened a kill from there again.

The level of this sword soul is at a full 16th level. The strength, speed, and even the lightsword in his hand that is as sharp as mud are all over the place. Midi has no room for counterattack.

However, he still had the experience of twenty years before his rebirth, which was far beyond the record under the iron-blooded smoke of the killer in front of him.

He believed that at such a close distance, in such a position, the most suitable move under the conditioned reflex of the opponent is the "three-stage slash"!

This is a swift sword technique with three consecutive moves.

Under the huge and fatal pressure, Midi felt that at this moment he seemed to have returned to the time when he had not been reborn before, the Devil May Cry, who had awakened for a second time and was domineering on the battlefield.

No eyes, ears, breath, everything is needed. When facing enemies, all he needs is the most natural physical reaction.

Only then can you achieve the fastest speed.

It will be "Pojun" down!

Next will be "Silver Lost"!

Then there is the "cross"!

Countless Mars exploded between the two swords, and the dense collision sound made people's scalp explode, as if they had already expected the opponent's attacking moves. In just two seconds, Midi took over the opponent's attacks by no more than a dozen times.

The sword soul obviously did not expect that a melee swordsman at level 19 had such excellent melee defense. He couldn't help but experience a slight fluctuation in his psychological connection, and a slight gap suddenly appeared in the connection of the moves.

Midi should have taken this opportunity to retreat. Although he had not been hit so far, just by taking the attack from the level 35 sword soul, his tiger's mouth had slightly cracked, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword at this moment.

However, he didn't do that at all. A cold light flashed through the black-haired boy's eyes, and he did not retreat but advanced in an instant.

All along, this opportunity he was waiting for.

At level 19 to level 35, there was absolutely no chance of resistance, and Midi never thought that the gap between them could be made up by experience and technology alone. However, as a Devil May Cry who had awakened for a second time, he knew this profession too well.

The ghost swordsman is not a defender, but an attacker. For the ghost swordsman, attack is the best defense.

If you just block it like this, there will always be a time when the rhythm is chaotic. At that moment, can you still predict the opponent's actions? In fact, if this level 35 sword soul really used brute force to fight, Midi might not be able to hold on at all. He relied entirely on the opponent's composition and his familiarity with the ghost swordsman, and resisted dozens of waves of attacks.

And now, he wants to attack and use offense as defense to gain more time!

The power of his whole body condensed in an instant, from legs to waist, from waist to shoulder, from shoulder to hands, and to the last sword tip. A strong purple-black light suddenly rose from his left arm, sweeping across his body like a whirlwind, and a narrow and narrow light was quenched on the cold and ruthless green edge.

Ghost Slash!

The real ghost slash.

The pupils of the level 35 sword soul suddenly contracted violently in an instant. He didn't understand why a person without a chain on his left arm could use this move. Could it be that he would have changed his position to Devil May Cry at level 19? This is impossible. What puzzled him even more was how could the other party find room for counterattack under his storm-like attack?

But no matter what, he had no time to resist Midi's long-prepared attack.

In an instant, a fierce color flashed in the sword soul's eyes. He ignored the ghost slashing towards him, and did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, he stabbed Midi with a sword.

This is a true battle.

Be fierce to the enemy and be even more cruel to yourself.

The two showed the crazy traits of the ghost swordsman to the fullest.

Two weapons with ghost fire intersected in the air and hit the other's body at the same time. The two of them made a muffled groan under pressure at the same time, and were pushed back together by the other's desperate force.

Midi ignored the severe pain on her shoulders and took advantage of the momentum to roll backwards continuously, retreating for nearly ten meters before she removed the power of the slash.

His left shoulder pad was completely broken. If Midie hadn't specially wrapped the iron chain made of unknown materials around his shoulder as a kind of exercise and defense, he might have been removed. Even so, he knew that his bones had cracked and his left arm could hardly be lifted up.

This was just a casual blow from the opponent, without much ghost energy. The level gap was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

However, the sword soul felt uncomfortable. No matter how strong the physical fitness or the equipment was, it would not count on being hit by the ghost slash that had been planned for a long time. He would still face it and increase his strength to slash, and the result would definitely be quite bad.

The entire breastplate of the sword soul cracked, and a wound of flesh turning out was pulled from the left shoulder to the right chest, and the hot blood was flowing out, like a blood-red waterfall.

But both of them looked as usual.

For a profession like a ghost swordsman with extremely strong destructive power and relatively weak defense, it is common for blood, injury or even dying to occur. A ghost swordsman who dare not be injured will never be able to get ahead, and only by getting up from a sea of ​​corpses and blood can he truly become stronger.

But today, one person must die.

The raging ghost energy made the goblins around flee one after another. Only a few cat demons were still huddled in the corner, but they also fully felt the strength of the warring sides and did not dare to approach.

The ruins became extremely quiet for a moment.

But soon, the silence was broken. The Sword Soul Killer said in a deep voice: "At your level just now, it has far exceeded the level of a level 20 transferee. It should be close to level 25, but it is still far from my level 35."

This is not nonsense or persuasion, but a psychological pressure. The ignorant is fearless. When you face an opponent who is ignorant, you may dare to challenge him, but when you know that the opponent is a person who is invincible, you will collapse psychologically first.

But for Midi, who has been on the verge of despair several times, watched his lover die in his arms, and even tasted the taste of death once, these are indeed nonsense.

"Since you are so strong, if you have the will, you will be able to kill me with a ghost slash?" Midie said calmly, with a sarcastic expression.

"So what if you take another sword?" Jianhun sneered, as if the wound on his body did not exist. "Although you are less injured than me, can you afford to consume it?"

He is at level 35, and his physical fitness is far superior to Midi. Even if he is ruthless, it is nothing. But even if Midi, who is only at level 19, is hit by the big sword in his hand, it will be enough. In fact, Midi's face is now quite bad, pale and unconcealable.

These are all the consequences of sword spelling.

The killer can afford it, but Midi cannot.

However, even though he was said to have a weakness, Midi still looked calm, because he knew that the situation would change soon.

I am indeed at a disadvantage, but I am the only one.

Whether it is the Storm Queen Faye Fina who is fully fired, or the two-on-one Sigmund and Lilian, they will definitely win the battle.

Because, that's what it is.

In the previous life, when the three killers with an average level of nearly 30 were successfully ambushed, the three men successfully turned the situation around, but on the contrary, they dragged their feet. In this life, although there was an extra 35-level thorny sword soul, as long as this person is trapped by him, the remaining battlefield will be much better than in the previous life.

He was not ambushed, and he killed a combat mage in advance. The assassin revealed his identity. The gunman faced two attacks, and he was not dragged down.

Those three people can fully exert their full strength.

Midie firmly believed that not only would they survive smoothly, but they would also achieve a more beautiful victory than their previous life.

By then, it will be a four-on-one situation.

And my biggest task is to maintain this situation before my companions win and always intercept this sword soul outside the real battlefield.

"I'm talking about the key?" Seeing Midi silent, Jianhun smiled and continued to strengthen his verbal offensive. "You may be planning to delay time now. I admit that your combat power is stronger than you think. Even if your level is one level higher, you may not be able to win. But do you think that if my companions cannot see the hope of victory, will they still fight hard?"

Midi couldn't help but frown, it was indeed a vital point.

Yes, his chances of winning lies in his trust in the strength of Fina and others.

Midi believes that the future Queen of Magic Bombs can successfully defeat the Assassin through the level, not only to defeat, but also to win with a firepower suppression. Only in that way can he get support and survive the bombardment of the level 35 sword soul.

But what if those level 30 killers also choose to delay the tactic? After all, level 30 vs. level 20. If a high-level enemy ignores his face and is determined to delay the escape, it will be much easier than a frontal battle.

"It is not necessarily possible that your companion can win or not, so don't think about support." A joking and cruel smile appeared on the corner of Jianhun's mouth, "On the contrary, I will win a quick victory without any suspense! Then, I will treat your head as a gift to that girl Fina Hamilton!"

Accompanied by his words like a steel whip, the iconic lightsaber in the sword soul's hand suddenly burst out with brilliant light, illuminating the entire ruins.

Then, the light converged rapidly like the setting sun, until it finally disappeared, as if there was nothing there.
Chapter completed!