But that's how Mu Shaoan cooperated.

Because the next second the virus night walker holding the double sword finally rushed up the gap in the city wall like a ghost, and the two swords were slashing towards Mu Shaoan like a mountain torrent. Even though he was prepared, he was instantly suppressed. Then the remaining virus followers rushed to the gap in the city wall, which was completely broken.

But Mu Shaoan was not panicked at all.

Although this D-level virus Night Walker was still like a nightmare in his heart more than an hour ago, his strength did not improve much during this period.

But his feelings were completely different.

At this moment, facing the stormy attack of the virus night walker and facing seven or eight followers of the virus, his mood was as unrest as a flat lake.

Although there is only a long knife left in your hand, this is enough.

Horizontal block, vertical seal, intercept, lock the knife, reverse swing, set up the grid, misstep, horizontal movement, and spin the body.

He is like an extremely accurate and indifferent machine.

Use the simplest movement, fastest reaction, and the most stable balance to firmly nail it to the spot.

Although he was beaten by the virus night walker as soon as he met, he felt like he was on the edge of an extremely dangerous cliff, and could be crushed to pieces at any time.

But every moment he could miraculously escape danger.

Without attack, he could only defend. The virus Night Walker's two swords were swung so that water could not be poured in, and his defense was also the same.

No, it's not like this. Mu Shaoan still cannot reach that level. All he can rely on is his extremely keen six consciousness perception.

What he relies on is the grasp of his own strength, the balance of his own movements, and the stability of his steps.

Each of these singles can be killed instantly by the virus Night Walker, but when combined together, it becomes a reef, an indestructible reef.

Time passes by second.

Sweat flowed silently, and the close-fitting clothes were soaked in the blink of an eye.

Yes, Mu Shaoan is not as relaxed as it appears.

The attack of the virus Night Walker was like the king in the storm. He let out a shocking roar, carrying supreme rage, power, shock and fear.

Mu Shaoan can only be regarded as a small boat in the waves of anger. He is struggling, he is resisting, and he is trying to turn around and control his own destiny.

This is not just a game of skills,

It's not just a killing of hatred by the hostile camps.

Not a simple confrontation!

This is still a battle deep in the soul!

It was even more of a roar of unyielding fate!

Life and death are only in the middle of the line.

But there can only be one king.

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In the sword light and sabers, the outside world was blurred and no longer existed. Mu Shaoan felt like he was soaked in sweat, and his muscles were beginning to numb.

In less than ten seconds, although he was not injured, he had consumed two burst values ​​in a row.

But the power of the virus night walker on the opposite side seemed to be endless, and the other party's murderous intent kept breaking through the limit and climbing. He could hear the other party's grin deep in his soul.

That guy feels like he is about to break through.

Really, it was like the feeling of a giant beast in the abyss about to wake up from his sleep.

Break through in battle.

This is what any warrior or any real warrior desires, and they will pay the price of their lives for this. This has nothing to do with the camp, nothing to do with good or evil.

Stepping on the enemy's corpse and drinking the enemy's passionate blood to advance, that is the supreme glory!

So at this moment, only the two of them were left to fight each other.

That virus night walker is very proud.

Mu Shaoan was still persevering. He didn't want to die. He wanted to explode. In fact, he was also making rapid progress every second. The battlefield of life and death is the best classroom in the world. The enemy who is inseparable from life and death is the best teacher. The tuition fee he paid is also the most expensive, and that is life.

But he could never suppress the opponent. Every counterattack he tried to launch was defeated by the opponent with a stronger, more superb and more powerful attack.

The legendary Jedi counterattack, the legendary near-death explosion, and the legendary over-level killing of monsters are really not that easy to do.

The virus night walker also regarded Mu Shaoan as a whetstone, a whetstone of the same level.

"Dangdangdangdangdang"

Every second, the long swords in their hands will collide with each other dozens of times. This precise showdown that is beyond imagination can definitely make the bystanders stunned. It is useless to intervene in a group fight, and it will not keep up with the rhythm at all.

The virus Night Walker was able to do it because his skills were enough, so it was natural.

Mu Shaoan can rely entirely on his mental power.

Yes, his mental power is already starting to burn, which is his biggest trump card, but he seems to be unable to change his destiny.

How do you say this? He was so unlucky. If it were other virus night walkers, he might have successfully counterattacked at this moment, but he actually encountered a D-level virus night walker who was about to break through.

But he was not afraid, not afraid, not disappointed, not regretful, not complain, and even did not care about hatred.

He was not afraid of death. He was able to use such a refreshing head-on battle as a feast before death and eventually died in battle under the enemy's long sword. This was not a humiliation.

As a warrior, he doesn't care about the evaluation of being honored even though he dies, because this is his destination.

No sorrow, no joy, no regrets.

He is willing to face death calmly.

Come on, cut off my head, let my blood sprinkle in the sky, let my corpse decay with the earth, and let my soul be destroyed.

But you have to kill me first.

Time seems to have stalled.

The sickle of the god of death was always disdainful to cut off Mu Shaoan's head. He just persisted, without any distractions, and stopped trying to fight back. He was only defending, and he only had the power of defense. Maybe he couldn't get up in one breath, and it was the moment when he died.

But this breath is still there, just like the candlelight swaying in the strong wind.

Finally, Mu Shaoan heard a sound of a bowstring, and the feather arrow broke through the air. The storm surrounding him, the terrifying pressure suddenly eased. Before he could react, he saw four or five elite soldiers of the Seventh Legion split the virus night walker who had been attacked by the hidden arrows in a burst of swords.

It's unceremonious to grab the head.

It turned out that reinforcements had arrived, and soldiers from the Seventh Legion were everywhere. They shouted wildly and shouted wildly, and Wansheng's voice resounded through the sky.

Then he saw the archer, standing in the crowd with a smirk, a little arrogant.

Although I am very grateful to this guy, it wasn't that he had been helping to restrain other virus soldiers before, and the virus Night Walker was very arrogant, Mu Shaoan had already died.

But this kind of mean look is speechless.

"Your sister!"

Mu Shaoan threw away the long sword and raised a middle finger with his right hand before slumping to the ground.

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Chapter completed!