"When!"


    The thing that flies out of the magic fog is fast, but atta''s sword is faster. When the female swordsman''s wrist shook, vlaklag left a silver trace in the air, accompanied by a crisp sound with some echo and a slight vibration of her palm, something was knocked aside one step away from the female swordsman''s body.


    The whole movement is smooth without any hesitation and panic. It is hundreds of times better than those so-called swordsmen who have empty move foundation and lack practical experience, and their calmness and calmness are not comparable to ordinary veterans.


    This is a kind of state that will be finally formed after training, experience, active thinking and expert guidance.


    It can be said that atta now has the style of a swordsman.


    This style doesn''t need to beat anyone to show. She is there and her sword is there. She raises her hand and throws her foot. Although it doesn''t have the natural charm of sword seven, there is a chilling momentum.


    Let''s say that even drunkards who are so drunk that they can walk in circles will not try to be light. At this time, atta is very beautiful, but that beauty is a beauty with power.


    On the other side, Kairas has long been a master of swordsmanship. He is the chief swordsman of the goblin King''s court. There has never been a vegetarian in this seat. Even the most favored person should weigh the weight of that position and his ability.


    And Kairas is not only the chief swordsman, but also for so many years. From his performance in cracking the old enemy''s triple sword in the goblin world, we can see that he is no longer a swordsman who can be guessed by convention.


    What he needs is more a good sword that can understand and play his unique swordsmanship. The sword of sand can be done perfectly. Perhaps there is only one regret, that is, it is sand after all.


    "Poof."


    The abnormal sound aroused the vigilance of the cat goblin. He looked at the sword. What should have been bounced away was attached to the blade of the sand sword. It was a fruit core.


    The core is a kind of seed. The seed will germinate. Germination needs nutrients. More accurately, it needs soil. Soil... Bad!


    He immediately ordered the sword of sand to remove its current form, but the weapon that should be integrated with mind failed to respond to him this time.


    "Germination!"


    The word germination always symbolizes beauty, hope, vitality and makes people feel warm. But when the word comes from your enemy''s mouth, you have to consider the price of germination. Will the bright flowers grow in the place where the corpse is buried? Has the sweet fruit ever sucked the blood of the dead?


    The growth of something always means the death of something. Perhaps this relationship is not direct, but it has never been so.


    "The knocker''s beard!"


    Kalas can always use some strange nouns to express his ideas. Perhaps these nouns are not strange. In the context of goblins, they are used in this situation.


    But no matter what he said, the core attached to the sand sword began to sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye under the command of the mage. The hard shell was squeezed open, and the buds drilled into the sand sword, repeating the process of taking root.


    Atta glanced at Kairas. Her eyes could see that some thin line symbolizing magic was quickly connecting the fruit core and sand and cutting it off. It was too late.


    Now even if you remove the core, the magic it brings will not stop. If you want to stop a spell, you can only stop the caster''s action.


    The sky blue eyes flashed dangerous colors. She lowered her body slightly, strode her legs like a leopard, and rushed to the magic fog without scruples in the narrow corridor.


    The mages thought she couldn''t see the fog. This was an advantage. The advantage should be used to kill them.


    "Protect!"


    The track of the fog shaking showed the pattern of the magic array. The light fog turned into a hard wall in an instant, but it was enough to block people moving at high speed, and even let them hit their heads and break blood flow.


    If that person can''t respond in time.


    The most special thing about training with cat goblins is that you must learn the three-dimensional combat mode. Kalas knows how to use things in the human world as the stage for combat. Fences, branches, trunks and walls can become his help rather than hindrance. This way of fighting and moving according to local conditions stems from his inferior body shape and cat like nature.


    Atta did her best. Although she can''t walk on the ground between buildings and forests, she can cross obstacles in the fastest way in a short time. The goblin''s eyes gave her the ability to see the edge of the solidified fog. She stepped on the fog wall and reached for the top.


    "What?"


    The cry of surprise came from the fog. The high ceiling became the disadvantage of the mages. The female swordsman climbed over the wall with only one breath, lifted her right hand over her left shoulder in the air, and cut out the magic sword!


    "Ah ah!"


    In fact, the sword didn''t cut people. Three points were because atta didn''t want to, and three points were because the things on the mage didn''t let go. As for the remaining four points, it was mainly because the panicked mage slipped his foot, lost his balance and fell back.


    However, because he was wearing an armor composed of vines, it seemed that falling would not bring any substantive damage.


    "Mill!"


    Someone is shouting, probably the name of the fallen mage. After all, from the perspective of a third party, the situation is very much like Zhongjian falling to the ground. A dexterous swordsman will not miss this opportunity. Speaking means that he can''t cast a spell.


    Atta pointed to the ground, turned his body, turned his sword into a partition that broke the fog, and went straight to the shouting mage. Her speed was so fast that except for the mage who was attacked by the front, the others could only see the flying little chestnut hair.


    Vlaklag never reflects light. It will not flash bright light like an iron blade. It is silent and deadly, as if even light had been split.


    In the mist, the cold awn came quietly. But the blood it brought was warm, warm and real, splashing in the air, like bright flowers.


    "I''m in the sword!"


    The mage who was stabbed on his shoulder made a circle with the blade he picked up, and then hit the hilt on his forehead.


    In fact, the counterweight of the sword handle can kill people. So instead of hitting his temple sideways, atta chose a place with his forehead slightly upward, where the bones were thicker.


    However, no matter how thick the bone is, it will crack in front of the metal. I don''t know what kind of recuperation people waiting for the skull to heal will need. Of course, only the living will consider recovery. The dead don''t need it, so it''s lucky to have a wound that can heal.


    "She''s here!"


    The sword and smashing made atta stop moving. The mages could finally keep up with her position and give out warnings that were no longer useful.


    The fourth mage hiding in the corner gathered his hands together and seemed to be responsible for maintaining the fog. He waved his fist at atta. The fog around the female swordsman immediately began to flow and blew her hair.


    "Next time you may be able to mix some sand in it, at least to fascinate my eyes."


    It''s not elegant to ridicule her opponent in battle, but who let her learn martial arts from people who love to do so?


    The magic sword went down and cut off the upper of the pair of leather shoes on the mage''s feet, leaving a blood mark on the foot.


    "Ah! My feet!"


    Without magic support, the fog disappeared immediately. One of the four mages fell to the ground, one covered his shoulder, and another jumped in place with his own feet.


    Only the mage with the quiver in his hand looked at atta.


    The female swordsman mischievously tilted her head and pointed her chin in the direction of Kairas.


    "Release it."


    "Yes! Yes... Madam."


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