Chapter 410

"What makes you a bloodthirsty killer?"

He looked up at her and found no smile in her eyes.

The sword felt heavy in his hand, and the pendant of eagle emblem hung at the end of the hilt tinkled on his wrist.

There was a long crack in Sol's abdomen, from which broken metal and blood gushed, while there was a thin crack in Jain Zar's right thigh opposite him, and blood also seeped from the cracked armor.

But from the point of view of injury, sol is obviously worse off.

He did try his best. The blow was really fast, so fast that a mortal would hardly see it. Although sol had retreated and cut down for the first time.

The opponent held the downward blow with a spear, and then cut away. Sol had to change his way, turn his sword flat and point down, and hold it high to block the blow.

Jain Zar's spear hummed and cut, and sol could only turn his sword to stab it with the attitude of life for life.

But the other party butted the edge of the sword with a spear on the neck side, and then suddenly another spear tip appeared at the other end of the spear, which became a double headed spear. Then he suddenly lifted it up and stabbed it, right in the abdomen of sol who was caught off guard.

A thick caterpillar like blood stream climbed over the polished plastic steel and began to condense as it flowed down the leg armor.

So the current situation was formed.

Jain Zar stood, sol half kneeling on the ground, ten meters apart.

"Sadly, you are still slaves to that arrogant madman."

The Phoenix Lord shook his spear in the air, and blood droplets scattered on the wet ground.

Sol breathed hard, but not because of fatigue.

"Come again?"

Asked Jan Zar with provocation.

Sol did not speak, but pulled out a third sword from behind and abandoned the previous broken sword.

The body of the sword is as wide as his arm. The golden wings expand at the hand guard to form a horizontal hand guard. A drop shaped Ruby decorates between their wing roots, as if looking out one eye - this is a sword rarely used by sol, the hatred of Solomon.

Lord Phoenix looked at the weapon, weighed it and evaluated it.

"I'm always amazed at your stubbornness."

She muttered.

"But I don't like it."

"But we're here again."

Sol slowly stood up and let the weapon lie in his hands.

He looked down at the sword, frowned, and shook his head.

Then he moved his shoulders, the muscles rolled smoothly under the skin, his breath almost turned into a whisper between his teeth, and lowered his swords so that their tips almost touched the ground.

Jan Zar's eyes twinkled at sol, flashing in his pupils.

"I see."

She still spoke with a sneer.

"Why are you here?"

"Mission."

"Ha! Who gave you the mission? The half dead madman?"

"No, it's fate."

The ridicule of the Phoenix Lord ran away from her face, her eyes twitched a few times, and then a burst of Qi surged through her body.

"Well, let's continue the dance?"

Sol nodded, then a thunderous steel collision replaced the silence.

Once again, the two figures surrounded each other and began to attack each other.

Lord Phoenix's spear hummed and hit the sword. She danced and split back. She breathed steadily, her eyes closed slightly, and her pupils were torn open, making her white eyes full of blood.

And sol deflected the attack every step back.

The Phoenix Lord immediately approached, and the spear roared across Sol's shoulder.

Saul changed his tactics and smashed the end of the hilt of his right hand into Jain Zar's forearm and then his chest.

The Phoenix Lord dodged and looked up, then took the spear as the fulcrum, suddenly raised his body, and kicked the tip of his right foot on Sol's chest.

The slender body contains great power, but even if sol turns over and falls as scheduled, the ankle of the Phoenix Lord is stuck between the arm and hilt of the Star Warrior.

Sol tried to drag the other side to the, but the Phoenix Lord suddenly turned over in the air, turned over and fell down, landed on his feet, folded and jumped back.

Her spear pointed straight at Sol's neck.

Sol bared his teeth, shook his whole body, raised his sword with great speed and beat the spear tip askew

But the spear still crossed his side face, and the blood immediately condensed on his face, and a deep notch appeared on the cheek below his left eye.

"It was a stupid move. You put too much into it."

When the two were separated again, sol could only support his legs without falling down.

Sol shook his head and his face twitched from the wound.

"I admit you're strong, Jan Zar. Even if any of the protoplasms came here, they wouldn't dare to take you lightly."

"Is this a compliment or surrender? How should I understand?"

The Phoenix Lord pointed a spear at sol. When she leaned over her head, she noticed that soshyan was pointing a sword at Veronica, who was sitting on the ground.

"My goal this time is not you. Now there is still room for reconciliation between the two sides. As long as I kill the prophet, we will leave immediately. After that, you can do whatever you like. I am not interested in the believers of other great enemies. It is more suitable for your prey... Although there is not much."

Sol shrugged, though there was an indelible smile in his voice.

"As always, you are always so sure and always have so much control... But if your faith is shaken, if fate puts you on a path that nothing can be sure..."

"Without fate, I would be nothing."

"Oh, can I call you a slave of fate?"

Sol leaned over his head and a low-frequency white noise echoed in his helmet. It was obvious that something was talking to him.

"I forgive the implication in your words that humans, your superficial cognition and civilization cannot understand what we see, even here."

"Everything you see?"

Sol smiled, a real smile.

"Did you see this?"

Jan Zar's pupils narrowed and turned sharply to the right.

Above the battlements, a towering shadow was slowly approaching.

Soon, its outline appeared in front of everyone.

The war machine dragged one leg and sparked every step, leaving a remnant on the ground.

Its armor plate blackened in some places, melted into sludge in some places, hardened in some places, and covered with silver boomerangs in some places, just like fish scales arranged irregularly.

His joints no longer rotate with smooth and heavy friction, but make coffee crackle, spark and jingle. The gear and servo system slide over each other's loose teeth and can only rise occasionally.

It walked hard, its arms drooped, dozens of cables connecting the coffin and the main body were cut, the leaked steam gushed out, and a large amount of liquid leaked.

Twenty meters from Jan Zar, fearless stopped.

When it stood firm, the whistle roared loudly.

"He has returned!"

In the excited roar of macalyon and the wary eyes of the Phoenix Lord, a dark figure emerged from behind the fearless.