Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

He was so fast that Lancelot looked up and saw him approaching.

A sword that was several times larger than his body swept across, and it could turn him into powder in an instant just by glancing at his body!

Lancelot's reaction speed was also not slow. He quickly raised his sword and charged forward!

"Ping!"

The two swords, one big and one small, collided in the air, as if using an embroidery needle to resist Optimus Prime.

Dazzling flames burst out, and powerful energy surged out in all directions in the form of shock waves!

The surrounding land, which had already been turned into an abyss, sank more than ten meters again!

Qiliduoan had no expression on his face. His attacks came continuously like a flood. The wind from the sword had already disappeared without a trace. The shadow of the sword could not be seen at all. Only the white murderous aura filled the sky!

He attacks so fast that he can launch tens of thousands of attacks every second!

Lancelot held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, fearlessly resisting the opponent's attack.

"Crack!"

After countless collisions, the protective shield on his left hand finally collapsed completely.

Lancelot ignored him and directly grasped the knight's sword with both hands, roaring and rushing forward to engage in close combat with Qilidoan!

boom! ! !

In more than ten seconds, the two of them attacked each other frantically countless times, so that Lancelot's body could not withstand Qilidoan's powerful force and was thrown out.

He fell into the ruins again, and the blood flowing from his body along his arms, calves and cheeks gradually gathered into a river on the ground.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago after bleeding so much blood.

But Lancelot still managed to stand up, with a ferocious and happy smile on his face.

He supported the almost broken sword with both hands and chanted loudly.

"Knight of Hell, fallen into the underworld, dye the flag of rebellion against Heaven red with my blood!"

"When the angel's wings are broken and it falls to dust, I will sing the hymn of doom with my torn throat!"

Skill [Knight's Hell Song].

When he finished chanting, the blood that had flowed out actually flowed back into his body in an incredible way.

His body seemed to be full of strength again, and his overall condition was even stronger than before!

Qilidoan stared at Lancelot, who had recovered a lot, but there was no expression on his face.

As one of the top aliens in Nash Country, he has been practicing what is called "martial arts" since he was a child, and he has seen many different strange and bizarre schools.

It can even be said that he started researching this decades earlier than the aliens in the outside world.

Whether it was a forbidden technique that increased strength in a short period of time or the ability to regenerate severed limbs, he would not be surprised by it.

To him, it was all just fancy stuff.

It's no match for the sword in his hand.

The huge body walked towards Lancelot slowly and steadily with firm steps.

From beginning to end, he never showed any hatred or resentment towards Lancelot, and there was only the word "death" written in his eyes.

Like a cold-blooded god of death, his only mission here is to kill one person.

Lancelot wiped the corner of his mouth. Although he had recovered some strength through the [Knight's Hell Song], the injuries left by Qilidoan were real and could not be completely healed.

This powerful three-eyed member made him feel extremely oppressed.

He had to admit that he was no match for the person in front of him.

"But I've delayed long enough."

Lancelot said softly.

Qilidoan attacked Lancelot with sword in hand.

But Lancelot's eyes were looking into the distance, as if waiting for something to come.

"call--"

The sword stirred up a turbulent gale. Before the sword arrived, the terrible sword wind had already cut into Lancelot's combat uniform like tens of thousands of knives.