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"Even if you are a follower, if you have your head cut off, you won't be able to live. Although this thing is in a sealed state, it's sharp, but it's genuine. Don't say it's a head cut, even if it is. To pierce the armor on your body, I also think it can be done."

The golden eyes, which had been seldom moving for a long time, finally had obvious waves, and Altria's stiff face also had a smile.

"Huh, I really dare to say--"

"To each other--"

"I just don't know what your skills are with this weapon."

"Ha ha……"

Xia Ming grinned, holding the long-handled left hand and suddenly pulling back!

Chapter 79 Humanoid Self-Propelled Cannon (Physics)

——Lungominiad, that [gun]! Stupid, a bunch of stupid men! In order to defeat the tyrant, he actually caused further destruction!

"No, that's hope, humanity's hope-I brought hope!"

——The age of mystery is over! The next is the era of mankind! Britain is long gone!

"Yes, that is the hope of humanity-not the hope of Britain! I destroyed Britain!"

——The laws of the human world make it difficult for foreign objects to survive on the ground. Fairies, dwarves, nightmares, and inhuman beings all fled to the other side of the world.

"Only the guys who hate humans remain on the ground, and the dragons are the same. They will only bring destruction to humans."

——The dragon's soul went to the other side of the [door], and the body that could not be taken away was hidden in the ground, gradually turning into a convenient resource for humans... or something more distorted.

"Votigeng the devil, the white dragon that reigns over the British Isles-ah, yes, yes, yes, it is Britain itself!"

——This island is very important. To compare it, it is like the umbilical cord on a human body. It is the heartland of the remnants of God’s generation. If someone wants to bring the world back to the old age, then this island will definitely play a key role. .

"It doesn't matter what that kind of thing! As long as it can take Britain back from the hands of mankind, as long as it can save Britain from the iron hoof of humanity!-even if it will become a dark paradise!"

Ding--

The soul-harvesting death sickle interlaced with the dark holy sword blades, wiping out dazzling sparks.

Xia Ming, who failed to get any results in the first blow, had been fighting Altria for a long time.

Xia Ming's melee style is dexterous and weird. It is clearly a figure that the naked eye can capture, but there is a ghostly feeling in this white mist.

The dislocation between reality and perception makes people quite awkward and uncomfortable. If it weren't for Altria's ability to predict the future [intuition], I'm afraid it would be in a bitter battle within a few rounds.

But now, Altolia, who was almost immune to invisible interference, relied on the power gained from sacrificing agility to gain the upper hand in a hand-to-hand battle between the two.

Although all the martial arts performed by Xia Ming had a definitive effect, they were the result of the first killing.

Although he was not afraid of a long and protracted battle, it was already impossible to reap the result of the previous one-shot death.

Altria, who can attenuate or shield most of the interference, and has an intuition that can almost predict the future, has a huge advantage in the face of a one-shot trick.

It happened to restrain the current Xia Ming's strengths, so that the two fell into a state of fighting.

However, Xia Ming, who was unable to exert his own specialties, seemed unaffected at all, calmly using his petite and dexterous characteristics to continuously launch attacks on the enemy from various tricky angles.

It seems to be in a defensive state, but at a glance, Altria, who has the upper hand, seems to be getting more and more impatient. From time to time, some obviously angry words will suddenly pop out of her mouth.

Except for the cold expression on her face, her tone perfectly matched what Xia Ming had said before-she was exasperating.

However, Xia Ming now has a different idea.

Ding--

Holding the sickle handle in both hands and holding it horizontally above his head, Xia Ming raised his head with a solemn expression against the long sword coming from above.

"Who are you?"

Altria, who had the same indifferent face, opened her golden eyes, looked directly at the emerald eyes below and asked.

"Then who are you?!"

The heavy force poured out as he asked, the introverted black holy sword was getting closer and closer to Xia Ming's forehead. He wrinkled his brows deeply, knowing he could not continue to fight hard, and his right hand regained his strength and leaned his weight, and sideways avoided. Altria's chopping.

The explosive force knocked down the end of the sickle with the tilt of the center of gravity. Xia Ming's left hand stretched out, and with a clever shake, the sickle was turned against the back of his hand, and the moon blade at the top turned and fell from the upper left side of Altria!

Altria, who was unable to immediately regain her strength under the heavy slash, couldn't help leaning forward slightly. Seeing her body was about to collide with the tip of the blade falling from the upper left, she pressed the sword with her right hand and pushed her left arm at the same time. With force, his left hand grasped the hilt of the sword and quickly shook it towards the upper left!

At the same time, her right hand in the hideous hand armor was released, and she clenched into a fist hammer and slammed towards Xia Ming who was avoiding on the right side!

The change of hand-to-hand combat between the two was fleeting, and neither of them chose the opposing side's seemingly better bottom game, but focused on the enemy's upper body at the same time!

Because they have already fought for many rounds, they know very well that the opponent is not the kind of rookie with an empty set!

It's an experienced melee player!

Grasping the obvious ‘flaw’ will only fall into the opponent’s rhythm!

A little carelessness will be fatal!

Beneath the blue eyes, the hand armor with fin-like hard barbed thorns was getting closer and closer, and he didn't intend to use his flesh and blood right hand to resist, Xia Ming decisively folded his waist and fell back!

The sharp barbs can be passed over the tip of his nose. Xia Ming, who fell to the ground like losing his center of gravity, did not panic. Stretched out and grabbed the inside of her right arm to lock it tightly, and the whole person was half wrapped around Altria's body in a weird posture!

The extremely dangerous situation did not allow Xia Ming to do any extra work. He turned his left hand, which fell backward, and grabbed the end of the scythe that was about to be picked up in time, so that the weapon hit by the long sword was prevented from being completely knocked off. Status.

Xia Ming's left hand grasped the tail of the sickle handle tightly, pulling the force of flying the sickle back and forth, holding the lower part of Altria's waist slightly loose, twisting the waist and exerting force, the whole person was just like this when Altria was about to start. In an attack, she turned from the front right side of her body to the front left side.

Immediately afterwards, he loosened his legs and turned around quickly. The scythe that was thrown behind him flew away from Altria's side, and once again escaped into the hazy white mist.

-Long-handled weapons, long-handled weapons whose center of gravity is leaning toward the front end, and also things such as scythes or long-handled heavy axes. Few people can fully control them with brute force.

Especially for people like Xia Ming who are petite, even if the sickle fits according to his body shape, it is far better to use its own characteristics instead of brute force to surrender. .

In short, if the center of gravity of the weapon is unstable, it is easy to shift, so follow the rigid center of gravity of the weapon and dance with a flexible and soft body!

If it doesn't turn, pull it to turn!

"Aren't you going to answer me?"

Altria, who had slashed and swept his arms to no avail, retracted the foot before her. Two marks of different shades and a half-arc shallow gully were scattered in front of her in a mess.

She raised her indifferent golden pupil and stared at the empty white mist.

"..."

Altria, who still didn't get an answer, snorted coldly.