Chapter 1197 (1/2)
Slowly opened her eyes, and the long Princess raised her sword with both hands.
The next second, the fiery red shadow rushed forward without warning, within three steps of Lucian.
In the scream of the sharp blade tearing the air, the bloody blade has approached the face door.
”Bared --!”
At the moment of life and death, the gray pupil boy with tight body held the sharp blade in his left hand and tilted the sword tip. At the moment when the other party had no time to close the sword, he stabbed the Dragon Knight's gun in his right hand.
The cold blade penetrates the air waves and sends out bursts of mourning; The invisible ”sword Qi” has taken a step ahead and attacked the throat of phillanai.
High level spell, force impact!
At the moment when the ”sword spirit” was about to run through fillonay's neck, a chill full of killing opportunities hit Lucian's heart; Without any pause, the body eroded by the mark of the evil god reacted instinctively.
”Dang --!”
At that moment, the stabbing bloody sword suddenly swept across and was flashed by the suddenly retreating Lu Sien; The leaping grey pupil boy swept his right hand, and the invisible air wave bounced away. He also planned to continue to pursue the sword edge.
The expressionless princess was not in a hurry to attack. She waited for the opportunity like a hunter alert to fierce prey, waiting for the gray pupil boy to take the initiative to expose her flaws.
As soon as ruthen's heart strings tightened, he was not happy to survive.
Just now, it was not their own or instinctive stress response, but more like being manipulated by something.
In other words... Asriel's evil god mark has completely controlled his body and began to invade the spiritual palace.
My time... Is really running out.
Gritting his teeth and waving his double swords, the grey pupil boy burst up again and rushed to the long princess.
At the same time, two short swords penetrating into the ”force impact” are raised around, rolling up transparent air waves and sweeping continuously.
”Dang --! Dang --! Dang --! Dang --...”
Fillonay stood still, and the big sword stained with blood in his hand bounced off the attack again and again. The sharp tip of the sword did not deviate an inch from Lucian's body from beginning to end.
Lucian's eyes flashed a trace of amazement, but the leaping figure still rushed down.
”Dang!”
Another spark!
At the moment when the left hand attacked and was parried, the grey pupil boy pulled up a residual shadow. The moment his body fell steadily behind the long princess, the Dragon Knight's gun in his right hand fell head-on.
Bared——
The blood stained sword was raised and extended to the back, deflected and fell off. At the same time, phillanai also completed his turn, and the raised blade was aimed at Lucian and cut head-on.
The reflection in the bright red pupil was Lucian's left hand, which loosened the handle of the sword and aimed at her chest.
flaws!
Lucian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the gray blue magic array twinkled in his palm.
High level spell, force impact.
”Bang --!!”
At the last moment, phillanai, who raised his sword to parry, was still hit by the air wave. At the moment of landing, his iron boots left long traces on the stone slab, and he was hit and retreated all the way to the front of the ladder.
Without giving her a chance to stand firm and recover, the violent gray pupil boy was close to the long Princess again. Within three steps, the blade attacked the face door and chest at the same time.
Lucian knew very well that the long Princess standing in front of her was no longer alive... She may still maintain the last trace of consciousness and protect the sky palace behind her with her life; But now it is no longer her consciousness that drives the body to fight, but the empty power that erodes her.
From this point of view, there is no difference between the two.
It's no surprise... Being in the sky palace closest to the maelstrom until now, it's impossible to avoid being eroded by the power of emptiness - it's better to maintain the last trace of consciousness and obsession when it's completely eroded. It's really the Dragon King's blood of desalion.
”Dang!”
The unstable long princess still caught the flaw in Lucian's attack, dodging and bouncing away his attack; He moved by his figure and touched the sword tip to defuse his attack.
This is no longer a prediction or stress response, nor even an action that people can make - just a moment's pause and dodge, she has forcibly broken her ankle to avoid her fatal blow.
Ordinary fighting methods against Azores or ordinary demons are no longer of any use to fillonay; Giving her a little breathing space will become her most fatal flaw.
So... Then don't leave her any room, not even time to react, not even space to dodge!
With the stormy attack, one breath... Beat her down!
”Dang --! Dang, Dang, dang...”
With Lucian's sudden step, the two handed short sword attacked rapidly, and the exciting sparks flickered continuously. With the two people's constantly moving body shape and pace, they danced up and down.
The blood stained sword full of collapse is like an iron wall in the hands of phillanai; Resolve; to parry; Block, skew... Countless shadows dance within a step between them.
An inch offset is blood splashing on the spot!
At the same time, the twinkling gray and blue pupils stared at the sword blade waved by the long princess, and each track was clearly seen by Lucian.
Although it is a body controlled by the force of emptiness, the way of fighting and instinct must follow my memory; In other words, just grab the moment she remembers her attack habit and catch the flaw of that moment, and the battle is over.
As for the flaw of that moment... It's now!
”Bang!”
At the moment of the attack, the bloody sword that should have fallen head-on suddenly stood up, and the tail of the sword handle hit the wrist of Lucian's right hand.
The short sword of the left hand is still parrying head-on, and there is no time to fight back.
No!
”Dong --!”
At the same time, the long princess, whose face was like frost, suddenly came forward and aimed at the chest of the gray pupil boy, which was a shoulder bump!
In the dull crash, Lucian clearly heard the sound of his broken ribs.
The next second, the blood stained sword raised again was aimed at the chest of the grey pupil boy, and fell head-on with the momentum of splitting into two.
”Show me!”