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Although he also wanted to let the double in his mouth chase again, it's just that the opportunity just like that was not always available.

The assassin also pays attention to retreating with a single blow. Xia Ming was already a bit greedy just now.

If it continues, it is estimated that it will be counter-attacked and dragged into the opponent's rhythm.

"I see--"

Looking at Xia Ming who had pulled away, Altria, who had stood up again, seemed to have discovered the clues.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned Xia Ming with a probing look.

"Not one-on-one, but two-on-one?"

"Didn't I say it all, it's a stand-in."

Putting the sickle on his shoulders, Xia Ming scratched his head, and didn't react much to the fact that his hole cards were seen through.

Of course, since the first raid failed, he didn't expect to continue to hide.

Those words just now were just smoke bombs used to fool people, it didn't matter if Altria believed it or not.

Anyway, although the effect of first sight killing has been reduced a lot, it is still quite good in actual use.

Just like the previous martial arts moves, at least it can be used as a normal attack, right?

Fell asleep halfway through orz...

Too sleepy, I can only make it up today, continue tomorrow

Chapter 84 The Roar of the Strong Man (Fog)

"boring."

Altria raised the sword in her hand again.

"Leave him."

The indifferent warning pierced the hearts of Matthew and Lixiang like a needle.

The pitch-black reverse cross fell, and the torrent that swallowed everything roared and raged, and the endless black rushed in the direction where Xia Ming was standing.

"Then a direct attack can't hit me, at least I have to use a causal law type of treasure, or seize the opportunity as before."

The black light plowed the ruins into a straight path. Standing by the gully, Xia Ming pressed her silver hair blown by the strong wind with one hand, and her red eyes moved among the swaying hair.

He glanced at Lixiang and Matthew, who were forced to leave, and shrugged.

"No need for that kind of extra stuff."

The expressionless appearance looked like he was confident in his own power.

Altria raised her sword and squatted slightly, and the ground under her feet split a few fine lines.

Bang...!

The black figure suddenly stabbed Xia Ming like a sharp sword!

The vein pattern on the sword pulled out a fleeting red line in the air and slashed straight towards Xia Ming's neck.

call…

The silver head stretched forward, and the sickle handle on his shoulders was horizontally attached to the neck. The four fingers of his right hand were brought together and the thumb was clamped to the blade, and he pulled it towards the front and bottom of the body fiercely!

Cang!

The sickle made a circle around the neck, disrupting the trajectory of the incoming long sword.

The vacated left hand grabbed the sickle in the direction that it was flying as expected, and the wrist turned along the tendency of the sickle to roll. The right hand reached into the center of the sickle handle for a circle, and then used force to rotate it again!

Turn, turn, turn!

It is neither a swing nor a slash, nor a thorn. The use of a sickle in close combat is to turn!

Obliquely front, side rear, directly above!

Take the hand as the center, the person as the center, and the opponent's weapon as the center!

Even idling away from the hands!

The long and heavy sickle was turned by Xia Ming like a windmill that couldn't stop. The blade-like blade and the long rotating handle constantly bounced Altria's long sword from all angles.

The small and flexible figure seems to put gears into the heavy and stiff machine, and the rigid puppet possesses the soul, and dances a beautiful dance with stiff hands and feet.

Dance with death.

Lixiang and Matthew, who watched this scene from a distance, couldn't help but have such thoughts in their minds.

"Hua—I thought you would only sneak attack."

The black king, who was regarded as a dancing partner, looked unhesitating. She once again revolved the long sword around her, and flew the scythe that led her to swing the sword.

Unsurprisingly, that mysterious left hand once again grabbed the scythe that was about to fly away.

Altria frowned lightly, stomped her right foot back, and decided to temporarily stay away from the center of the disgusting whirlpool.

She moved her wrists that did not follow her own heart many times, looked at the silver-haired figure who was turning the sickle wheel, and she spoke again without knowing whether it was admiration or sarcasm.

"If you have such a skill, why not use it in the first place?"

Xia Ming raised his eyes and curled his lips.

"Do you think everyone is you? I don't have a dragon heart."

Altoria was said to be the incarnation of the red dragon that guarded Britain during his lifetime, and that was not just a rumor.

Although she is not a real dragon, there is no doubt that she possesses the blood of a dragon.

Specifically, it is to have the heart of a dragon.

In terms of the capacity and total amount of magic power, it is completely inhuman, and therefore, her body is far from being as weak as it seems.

But at this point, Xia Ming didn't have the qualifications to say that others were just that.

"Luck is also a part of strength, not to mention magic power. Are you the kind of person who can lament your origin?"

"This is not."

The battle with real knives and guns is very tiring, and ordinary people will be a little unbearable if they wield a few too much swords, not to mention Xia Ming's big sickle.