Chapter 81 (1/2)

The three men on the beach fought for a few seconds. The short armored man had the upper hand visible to the naked eye and left several wounds on the two opponents.

Although it was not fatal, it also delayed their movements to a great extent, and they were about to lose their support.

There was an obvious strength gap between the two sides. The short man obviously didn't do his best. He seized the opportunity to kill each other several times, but in the end, the blade was staggered.

She doesn't seem to want to kill.

But the two opponents didn't know what to do and didn't flinch. They still looked like they were going to die, as if they hated to kill their father and seize their foundation.

Next to the beach, there was a sudden unnatural shaking in a pile of dense shrubs. In the tiny gap of the shrubs, something was flickering cold light.

It was a built crossbow and arrow that had aimed at the short man's vest!

The person holding the crossbow, covered in a strange disguise, lies down in the bushes and is completely integrated with it. Even if he gets close to it recently, he can't see that there is a person hiding here.

In his hand, he held a crossbow that had been camouflaged. Judging from the secret magic pattern looming on it and the little blue light on the arrow, the crossbow was of extraordinary quality and might be no less powerful than a gun.

The man stared coldly at the battlefield with sharp eyes, completely ignoring the life and death of the other two companions, and was still patiently waiting for the short man to show flaws.

He needs a chance to hit hard or even fatal.

Old Voldemort.

His two companions, who are only level 7 heroes, can't threaten this level 8 short man at all. Their only value is to create opportunities for the third person by taking advantage of their life-saving characteristics and the weakness of the short man's soft heart.

Only this sneak attacker of the same rank 8 is the real killing move.

At this time, the battle on the beach had been going on for five minutes. The short man seemed impatient, stopped the attack and took the initiative to say:

”Stop fighting, you are not my opponent.”

The pleasant and beautiful female voice is a standard girl's cute voice.

The two opponents also looked at each other and calmed down, as if they were going to surrender.

The short man's movements and vigilance were also reduced a lot.

This is the chance that the Raider in the Bush has been waiting for for for a long time!

He raised the crossbow slightly, aligned his mind again, and poured his whole body's spiritual power into the crossbow. There was a spiral air flow on the arrow.

There are no exaggerated and gorgeous visual effects, and there is no big news. He has prepared this silent fatal blow.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the bushes around him shook slightly, and a furry little milk cat jumped out of it.

The Raider was startled.

Cat? Why are there cats here?

Before he could think more, he suddenly felt his whole body stiff and his limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.

This is an instinctive response he has exercised all year round, which is more acute than his brain.

Then, he felt a majestic pressure coming from behind, like a mountain higher than the whole world.

He could not look back, witness or even think in front of this real threat.

His brain has instinctively given up thinking, leaving only a blank

When the attacker came back to his senses again, he felt a huge pain like tearing from his chest, and a sword tip had pierced his chest.

But strangely enough, there was no blood on the blade?