The Legend of Bimeng: Section 586 Fierce Battle

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Section 586 Fierce Battle

Just when Lao Xie was shocked by the charm of that sword, Tustaman finally reacted. He was worthy of being a machine that fought with fighting instincts. Under the attack of the demigod master, at that critical moment, he still had time to make the most standard and correct reaction. The magic staff that hit Lao Xie appeared on the flank in an instant. , held the sword just right.

However, as Lao Xie concluded, that sword that did not look very gorgeous contained extremely terrifying power. After the two intersected, this power completely exploded. People heard a loud bang, and then a violent shock wave suddenly erupted, not only blowing them apart, but also causing terrible damage in the closed hall.

The first thing that couldn't be resisted was the door. Although it was a stone door three feet thick and blessed with special magic, it was still too thin compared with the surrounding four walls that were sunk deep into the heart of the mountain. Therefore, under the impact of the shock wave of the explosion, the stone door more than ten meters high was blown into pieces. Then, a terrible shock wave wrapped the gravel, rushed out along the passage, and broke through several closed doors in succession. , passed through a corridor that was more than ten miles long, and finally sprayed out fiercely from the exit.

There is such terrifying power outside, let alone the situation inside. Tustaman is carrying 5,000 kilograms of equipment, and his body is extremely heavy. But even so, he was still blown away by the huge force. It hit a stone wall hard and sank more than a meter deep. The other guy, although he used more than a dozen ways to release his force, was still pushed to the ground by the shock wave, and then retreated dozens of meters step by step, and finally made a deep dent in the stone wall. mark. It finally stopped.

However, Tustaman is indeed a perverted body that has been tempered by divine fire. Even after suffering such a blow, he still shook his head as if nothing happened, and then jumped down from the high wall with a cautious look on his face. With. The artifact staff in his hand was still shining brightly, even though it was cut so hard. But there is not even a dent in it. It is indeed an artifact that is said to be immortal. It is so strong!

In contrast, the person on the opposite side was much unlucky. After all, his body was only temporarily borrowed and belonged to a human with low strength. Naturally, it was impossible for him to be abnormal. Therefore, even if he tried his best to protect with fighting spirit. He was still injured internally by the shock, and had to spit out a mouthful of blood, and then use light magic to treat it. Finally, his magic inherited part of his body, and it was extremely powerful, with only a flash of white light. The physical injuries were healed, and even the dirty clothes became clean.

However, the thing in his hand was not good. It only touched the opponent's staff. It turned into ashes in an instant. If the guy hadn't let go quickly enough, even he would have been in danger. You know, from the power of that sword, Lao Xie dared to conclude that it was at least a sub-artifact, otherwise it would definitely not be able to withstand such terrifying power. But even a sub-artifact-level weapon is so vulnerable to the corruption of the great prophecy! It can also be seen from this. The horror of this great prophecy.

The guy didn't seem to expect that his weapon would be so rough, and he was slightly stunned. Then Lao Xie hurriedly reminded: "Tustaman's weapon is a divine weapon, with a great prophecy attached to it. It is said that everything will decay completely when it encounters it, so it is best not to come into contact with his weapon!"

"That's it!" The man sneered, and then said proudly: "Thank you very much. Even if you don't touch him, I can kill him!" He said. He waved casually. Then he took out another sword from his own space, although it was not as good as the previous one. But it seems that it is at least a legendary level high-end item.

"Rotten undead, suffer death!" The guy roared and charged forward again.

Seemingly annoyed that his sword was destroyed, the follower's offensive became extremely fierce, and a sword was danced into a screen of light by him. Instead of fighting with the opponent head-on, he always bypassed it cleverly. The fatal staff struck Tustaman's neck.

I don’t know where this person came from. This swordsmanship is so beautiful. He swings it freely and horizontally, opening and closing, giving people a sense of strength and domineering beauty, but it is also very powerful. I’m afraid it must be at least a few. It took thousands of years of hard training to be able to use such abnormal swordsmanship. Even a master of swordsmanship like Lao Xie couldn't help but feel ashamed.

However, Mapstaman on the other side is not ordinary either. He fights entirely on instinct, and although he doesn't have a coherent routine, he relies on his terrifying reflexes to save the day from danger many times. Although the opponent's offensive was like a surging river, continuous and extremely fierce. But Tustaman is like an unshakable rock in the river. No matter how terrifying the opponent's offensive is, he can resolve them one by one. Sometimes, even if Laoxie asks himself where he is, he can only be stabbed helplessly, but Tustaman is able to use incredible means to resolve it. Even Lao Xie couldn't help but admire him greatly.

The two men, one attacking and the other defending, attacked with great momentum and defended with exquisite precision, and staged an extremely exciting battle. Everyone around looked at him in high spirits, especially someone like Lao Xie, who was good at close combat. They were beaming with joy, and even shouted out of control.

Seeing this, the God of Glory was moved in his heart, and then asked softly: "Stephen, what do you think of my follower's swordsmanship?"

"High, really high!" Lao Xie watched the battle while praising him: "His swordsmanship has reached the highest level. I have never seen a swordsman who is better than him in my life. ! ”

"Really? But I think that's all. It's been a long time and I can't beat a corpse!" the God of Glory said deliberately.

"That's different!" Lao Xie said immediately: "Tustaman is a pervert who relies on fighting instinct to fight. His actions are completely instinctive and require almost no reaction time, so he is extremely fast and fluent. In addition, he His body is considered to be that of a god, and is extremely powerful, so no one can resist him! But just like this, he can only be beaten with no room to fight back, which shows how strong his opponent is!"

"Haha!" Upon seeing this, the God of Glory immediately smiled and said: "Then if it were you, could you defeat Tustaman?"

"Of course I am no match for Tustaman now!" Lao Xie said proudly: "But if he is of the same strength as me and does not have the assistance of artifacts, I am sure to deal with him!"

"Really?" The God of Glory then asked curiously: "Then under the same strength limit, can you defeat my followers?"

"I don't know!" Lao Xie said honestly: "This gentleman is only using swordsmanship to face the enemy. If he only fights in close combat, I can barely cope with it, but he must have some special tricks. I don't know his opponent. I don’t dare to say I will win if I have the trump card!”

"Haha, your tone is not small anymore!" The God of Glory couldn't help laughing and said: "My follower is a recent god. His swordsmanship has been practiced for tens of thousands of years. You You dare to say that you can cope with his swordsmanship, haha, you are so overestimating your abilities!"

"Haha!" The other three followers couldn't help laughing.

"Not necessarily!" Lao Xie said without fear: "His swordsmanship is naturally better than mine. I admit this, but the problem is that his current health is very poor and he can only use 50% of his swordsmanship. Although his skills are slightly inferior to his, his confidence is not much different. Even if he loses, after a thousand moves, if he is careful, he may still be able to beat him."

"What?" The God of Glory immediately said in a funny tone: "You said you can beat him in close combat?"

"If he compresses his strength to the same level as me, and both sides only fight hand-to-hand and don't use magic, I have at least a 60-70% chance of winning against him!" Lao Xie said proudly.

"Haha, then why don't we give it a try?" The God of Glory smiled slightly, and then said: "I said, stop!"

The attendant in the battle naturally stopped very obediently, while Tustaman stood strangely still in place, as if he was a sculpture. Lao Xie knew that he must have been imprisoned by the great prophecy.

Then the God of Glory smiled at Lao Xie and said: "Stephen, if you can really defeat my follower Scat under fair circumstances, I will give you another gift. How about it?"

"Yes!" Lao Xie thought for a while and said, "Can I have Tustaman?"

"You want Tustaman?" The God of Glory was stunned at first, and then said in confusion: "Why do you want a corpse? Are you interested in his equipment?"

"No, I have a way to control him. Don't you think it's a pity that such a powerful fighting machine is destroyed like this?" Lao Xie explained hurriedly.

"Haha, it seems a bit of a pity, but controlling puppets seems to be a spell of the undead system!" The God of Glory said with a slight displeasure: "Don't you think that an important figure in the light **** system can use the undead? Is the spell ironic?"

Although the tone of the God of Glory was not very harsh, Lao Xie still felt tremendous pressure. He hurriedly explained: "No, no, sir, I have misunderstood. This is not a necromancy spell, but a, oh, how should I put it, another strange spell anyway."

"Oh?" The God of Glory immediately became energetic and said with a smile: "Then come and listen!"

"Yes!" Lao Xie thought for a moment, and then said: "The principle of this spell is very simple. Generally speaking, it is to separate one's own consciousness and send a small part of it into the puppet. This puppet becomes his second clone, which is almost the same as himself. He can command him to fight just like he fights, and he can also let him practice! "