Chapter 268: 267 two minutes

Chapter 268: 267 two minutes

Chapter 268 267. Two minutes

In the current Sanjusangendo Hall, the statue of Bodhisattva was cut and cracked by the air blade on the sword.

The ground was lifted up and destroyed by the air wave caused by the naginata.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

The undead insect's secondary limbs and the southern barbarian warrior's giant sword also caused huge and ferocious traces of destruction.

Lane now serves as a firefighter in two battle circles.

He himself was paying full attention to the movements of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, ready to go up and take the blow head-on at any time, keeping this huge and light enemy within the attack range of Isshin Ashina.

Mentos, on the other hand, used his extraordinary sense of hearing, smell, and touch to collect and integrate the battle situation on Old Robert's side.

Whenever the southern barbarian warrior was in danger and was about to lose his strength, Mentos would report the situation to Lan En.

Then the witcher's left hand will release a sigil or a supersonic projectile at the critical moment.

Lan En has done the best within his capabilities, but as time goes by, human physical strength will eventually reach its limit.

Ashina Isshin's red tengu mask has been blown off by the wind brought by the naginata.

The old sword master even felt that he could breathe easier because of this.

He has killed at least forty people today, and now he still has to fight against a phantom temple owner. I am already at an age where my hair and teeth are all falling out, and this kind of schedule is really too exciting.

This made him couldn't help but laugh. He never thought that today, a mask would actually hinder his strong breathing.

Although Ashina Isshin's physical strength is about to bottom out, his martial arts practice still allows him to maintain a high level with every sword strike.

On Old Robert's side, his breathing became heavier and faster. When the air flow passed through the breathing holes of the steel helmet, it was even so intense that he would emit a sharp whistling sound.

Just from the breath, one can feel the dampness and stuffiness in the full-face helmet, as if the wet hair has been stuck to the sticky neck.

His Nanman martial arts may be as durable as Eastern martial arts when practiced to a high level. But now, he cannot, like Ashina Isshin, maintain the level of power output when his physical strength is about to bottom out.

His speed and arm strength are inevitably declining. This made Lan En receive notices from Mentos more frequently.

Among the three of them, only Lan En still has plenty of physical strength.

The magical transformation of the witcher makes the musculature of the witcher different from that of ordinary people, with higher tolerance and endurance. This enables these monster hunters to wear armor and go up into the mountains and forests to eliminate monsters.

The coordination of the gene seeds and the super vitality of the [Second Heart] make Lan En's body more exaggerated than that of ordinary demon hunters.

But the current situation on the battlefield prevented him from using his abundant physical strength.

The opponents on both sides were three undead insects that were obviously more ferocious than their kind, and the other was the phantom clone of the master of Xianfeng Temple.

Once one side collapses, when the two sides merge, they will all die here.

The stalemate was not only clearly visible to Lan En, who was a "firefighter", but also Isshin Ashina, who was fighting with eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Lan En knew it was useless. The dismembered insect could reattach the broken joint in less than a second, and it was useless to burn the broken joint.

It is almost like a curse of immortality, and it is estimated that it does not even abide by the conservation of mass.

These centipedes are also different from the ordinary Buddhas in Xianfeng Temple. Even the freezing effect of [North Wind] has little effect.

The power of magic sometimes makes people who look at the world rationally find it unacceptable, but this power exists.

The existence of unreasonableness.

Lan helped old Robert out of the siege, and immediately turned around to block the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

But old Robert's iron glove grabbed him abnormally.

After being stunned for a moment, Lan En seemed to understand something and looked at Old Robert with wide eyes.

I cant hold it any longer.

The voice of the middle-aged man under the armor was tired and dull. Talking about a matter of life and death is like talking about spoiled fruit on the dinner table.

I can still hold on for about two minutes. Im sorry, but Ill have to leave it to you after that.

Cant hold it and I can still hold it, these two sentences sound contradictory.

But Lan En understood.

Old Robert's combat effectiveness relies heavily on armor and greatsword. Now, he is almost unable to wield the giant sword, but he still has a suit of armor.

Even though the armor would bleed under the mouths of ordinary undead insects, if he threw his whole body on the Immortal Peak Master and entangled him, it would be able to hold on for at least two minutes.

Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, Old Robert didn't expect Lan En to say anything.

He just said clearly in the damp and stuffy helmet: "Thank you."

The "thank you" that Lan En heard in the side hall was not an illusion. The Nanman warriors were grateful to this young man.

This is his hatred, this is his pain.

He should have rushed into this devil's cave alone, been played with, and killed. Or stupidly, he still guarded the door for these murderers after his son died.

But now, he followed Lan En and fought here until now.

At least for now, he didn't feel lonely or regretful when he left.

For this reason, he was willing to use his own pain before death to buy Lan En two minutes.

Just two minutes.

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