"Alina, come out. You all retreat, exit ten meters."

Cyril said to his companions, then took a deep breath and walked forward.

The plot has gone from a serious team boss to a one-on-one challenge without control. Cyril wants to test the formation here, and the plan to run in the team is completely ruined.

But in the face of the reward of hidden tasks, this loss is nothing at all--

He untied the shield and retracted it into the space bracelet. The twenty-five-level boss, the blood jackal Yug, had amazing speed and strength. Its flail could extremely effectively target the shield's defense. It was a pure burden to carry the shield.

In fact, even if there is no flail, Cyril will probably be directly cut by a shield to block the opponent's slash - after all, the opponent will not underestimate the opponent, and it is not a shadower "Shelden", who specializes in combat, and it is considered polite to slash himself without a single knife.

Facing the Blood Jackal alone, he has only one chance of winning:

Attack.

The ordinary werewolf had already retreated aside and left the venue to their leader. There was no need to start a gun or a referee, the battle began the moment Cyril stepped forward-

Yuge roared, and when he took out the fierce bloody spirit again, every step he took was like a running bear. The flail was dragged to the ground by him, and the chains were clattering, and then he swung a round arc and smashed towards Cyril, who was holding only a long sword in his hand in front of him!

When Yug raised his arms and stretched out his body completely, Cyril was like a chicken under the wings of an eagle. But as the hammer with barbed flails hit him, Cyril was not panicked at all, and even his eyes were not focused on the hammer with the howling wind.

Instead, it fell on Yug's other hand.

In addition to the longer blood bar, the boss always has some specialties, such as unreasonable multi-element proficiency, multi-weapon proficiency, or dual cultivation of matter and magic. As a nerd, Yug certainly does not have the talent for magic, and his characteristics lies in his two weapons.

Left hand flail and right hand knife.

If the left hand cannot defeat the enemy in one go, it will be a flail to block the road and a scimitar will take his life.

He saw clearly the route of the flail falling and took a small step to the side. The sharp iron hammer did not rub against his shoulders. The rapid wind made his ears hurt, and then it fell heavily to the ground.

Some girl behind her exclaimed, and Cyril seemed to have not heard of it. The long sword he was hanging suddenly raised at this moment, and the silver light flashed and slashed out towards the front. However, a clear sound of "don" was heard, and the long sword was just placed at the end of the scimitar blade in the other hand of the zombie. At this time, Yuge had just raised the hand-

The offensive is blocked, blocked, and the perfect judgment is passed, and the heroic spirit takes effect!

An inexplicable heat surged throughout Cyril's body, making his body lighter. Cyril himself was also a little surprised. After all, it was considered blocking to succeed in resisting the opponent's attack. His perfect judgment blocking triggered the heroic spirit, which seemed a bit unreasonable.

But he wanted to have more unreasonable things as good as possible. His eyes sterned. Yuge obviously did not expect that someone would interrupt him before he made a move. At this moment, his chest was empty.

He flipped his hand and the sword blade slid down Yuge's arm. The zombie immediately raised his arm to avoid Cyril's attack. But Cyril's other empty hand was not idle at all. At this moment, he brushed from under his right hand. When he raised it again, another sword light thrust straight towards Yuge's throat like a poisonous snake that had been swallowing and spitting for a long time!

The second sword! The sword that was lying in his bracelet, from Ancestor Alina, Browning Weisconte!

At this moment, Cyril had no intention of apologizing to Alina. With the blessing of the wind shape of the world, the "dual-held weapon mastery" that was originally a wanderer seemed to have returned to him.

Even though Cyril had never practiced the serious left-hand sword technique, the left-hand sword at this moment was like a familiar dagger, and from the moment it emerged in the darkness, it was destined to tear the wound!

"laugh!"

The zodiac's excellent reaction nerve made him tilt his head at the last moment, and his neck was not penetrated directly by the long sword, but a bloody mouth still left on the side neck. His right hand raised also fell back at this time, but Cyril was like a twisted loach, and he made a mistake in his steps, and he crawled under his arm, and the next second he was standing behind him-

"Swish!"

Two sword lights crossed Yug's waist and back, the cloth torn apart, and the two manes fell in the shining sword blade. Cyril's eyes did not fluctuate at all. He calculated that his hands, blessed by the wind, were proficient in the speed of the elemental pool consumed. He was not greedy for swords. He turned around and took another step before the flail fell, and stepped on the back of the zombie again!

One sword, one sword, another sword!

There is no sword skills or sword skills. The damage caused by each sword is nothing to the zombie's tough body. But at this moment, Yuge hopes that his opponent is a rough berser warrior. Even if he swings and chops him over with a hammer or an axe, it will be better than the pain of Lingchi's being cut into pieces!

Can't touch it!

You can't even see it!

He roared, his flail waving and his scimitar was able to cut down five heads side by side with one knife, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not catch the figure of the knight!

His fighting spirit disappeared at some point, and he felt that his breath became weaker and weaker, and his body's strength was decreasing with the continuous loss of blood.

When his opponent, the overly young knight, even began to gradually slam his waist and accelerate the speed of causing him to fall, he even hoped that the other party would move faster.

One sword, one sword, another sword...

When Yug's legs became weak and he felt the last trace of strength fell away from him, the figure that had basically not appeared in front of him since the war began.

Cyril let out a long breath of turbid air and pulled out the sword in his left hand from Yug's thigh. The battle lasted for nearly twenty minutes. If the two weapons in his hand were not strong enough, he would have to scrape for another twenty minutes.

That's right, the long sword of Alina's ancestor was of unknown attribute, but it was no worse than the Holy Blade of Silver Blade. Even if Cyril looked at it intently, he could only see a line of useless words:

[Nameless Sword]: A sword that seems to be very sharp, but its light has long been swallowed up in the filth. No one remembers its name, and it has been forgotten with its owner.

He put away his curiosity about the sword, raised his head and was about to call his companions to finish work, but he saw a pair of eyes that were wide open.

Even Heloise Treville opened his mouth slightly.

After a while, bursts of sighs rang out:
Chapter completed!