Heartbreaker

Idiot is worthy of being an idiot, as soon as he gave an order, he immediately rushed towards me like a ferocious cheetah!It's a pity, if he suppressed the three disabled brothers first, he might still have a chance of winning, but he stared at me, with the inevitable eyes of a hawk staring at a gray rabbit, which made me furious.

"Faros Plummer!" His deep voice suddenly rose, like an iceberg collapsing, "Remember this name for me, and I will be the one to defeat you!"

I waved the blunt sword that was buzzing in my hand threateningly, "But shut the fuck up, you idiot."

The light blunt sword is still not very handy, but the thought of smashing this idiot outweighs everything in an instant.Satan, just by being glared at by his sharp eyes, I feel the power flowing through my whole body like a flame, making bloodthirsty flames burst out from every pore of my body.I have always been able to devote all my energy to destroying things that I hate. I swung my sword in a chaotic manner and attacked his weak weakness.The blades staggered, as if countless silvery white lightnings had exploded between us.

There were nearly 20 melee fighters left, and those three cripples were obviously able to deal with them with ease.The lame Raig laughed happily. Although the blunt sword provided by the legion could not cut people to death, it was enough to beat them half to death.

Idiot and I sank our feet in the sand, and the raised dust stuck to our sweaty cheeks. Every blow of the blunt sword caused a dull sound of different timbre, as if we were playing a heavy metal symphony .The golden-brown hair of the fool was blinded by the sunlight, I kicked his knee hard, without the knee armor, the fool's figure swayed, and the fool's head finally deviated from the place where the light could reach.I whistled, and immediately waved my sword to greet his neck one after another.

The idiot gritted his teeth and said, "In a duel, no attack other than the sword is allowed, you despicable villain!"

I speeded up the frequency of swinging my sword, bared my teeth and said with a grin, "War is only about winning or losing, not about rules!"

He sideways dodged the sword blade I thrust towards his throat, and trapped my foot with his calf. I tore off the stone hanging from the hilt of the sword, and slapped him on the forehead!The idiot's head was covered with blood, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in blood.I dodge the sword he thrusts at my armpit, trying to stumble him, but the guy's legs are as motionless as if welded to sand.

He grabbed my leg and threw me to the side of the sandpit. I rolled over on the spot, covered in sand and dust, sniffing the smell of blood on his face and excitedly slapped him again.His swordsmanship is superb, but dull, and I quickly figured out his routine. "Left!" I yelled, blithely parrying his left attack on me.The idiot opened his eyes slightly, and I took advantage of his momentary hesitation like an arrow leaving the string to pounce forward!

I forgot about breathing, leaving the movement to my bloodthirsty instincts.The sharp and beautiful impact of blunt swords is like breaking countless pieces of glass.Don't give Lemon Bone Spur any chance, I think after today, this truth will definitely make this fool unforgettable.

He defended against my fierce attack. If it weren't for his amazing arms and solid legs, he would have been fucked already.The bloodshot eyes of the idiot looked at my blood-red eyes, and the blade of the sword tenaciously resisted my sword edge, and a few words burst out from between the teeth, "Now is the rule, and the future will be military discipline. I will never allow you to shake it." it."

I grinned grinningly, "Soldiers need to be guided by a consistent purpose, not some bullshit military discipline! Do you really think that the Winter Ting Army is a great army? The Winter Ting Army that can't even defend the country, and a group of soldiers who can't defend the country There is no difference between the dogs of the flock! It’s just that dogs can only bark, so why do you shout about ‘justice and axiom’! How many traitors of the Twilight Empire have you killed? As much as I have killed!”

There was a crack in the depths of his resolute gaze, neither wide nor narrow, enough for the poisonous tentacles I penetrated to tear it apart!The lightning-like pain hit me again, and I subconsciously took a few steps away, sweat beaded on my neck, and I stared coldly at his panting figure.

"Stupid." I said with a half-smile, sweat dripping into the soft sand, "If you have any other tricks, just do it."

At this time, a soldier outside the venue suddenly shouted, "The deliberation team has issued the final judgment! Knight Commander, please leave the venue as soon as possible!"

"Fuck, what is this!" Broken Arm Emu yelled to divert my attention.With the loud sound of the iron cage opening, the light reflected on the sand was gradually covered and swallowed by a layer of shadow.A gigantic black vulture whizzed over us on two cloudy wings, blowing wind like spinning blades.Its narrow and sharp beak is like a golden hook, its eyes are as bright as electricity, and its two sharp eagle claws are moving, looking greedily at the fresh prey in the field.

Ai Er disappeared at some point, so I yelled at the lame Raig and the broken arm, "That's a man-eating eagle. It can easily grab two strong men! Get out of the way!"

The black-feathered man-eating vulture approached us flapping its huge thick wings, and issued a long, sharp whistle from its golden beak.The crippled Leger limped along the field, and the broken-armed Eminem was so anxious that he simply carried him on his back, and his only remaining arm carried Raiger's lame leg.The sharp eyes of the man-eating eagle floated behind them, fanned out two hurricanes, and stretched out two sharp claws full of cold light——

"Hey, your target is here!"

I rushed up and grabbed the man-eating eagle's skinny legs, preventing those two sharp claws from stretching towards the two cripples.The stupid vulture let out a very harassed scream, flapping its wings and flying upwards.I was carried upward by it, and the dry and cold air acted as the palm that slapped me.Satan, that tastes awful, like mustard-soaked ginger stuffed up my nostrils.

I was driven around by the man-eating eagle, like jumping from one whirlpool to another, wishing I could turn into an elephant weighing several tons.The cannibal eagle has extremely sharp spikes all over its body, and it is one of the best sharp and murder weapons. The rough sharp grooves on its legs and feet almost cut my palm into circles of blood like apple skin.The black eagle flew in a panic, as if I were a tumor or a parasite on its leg.Maybe this guy has never seen such a stupid prey that I bumped into. Obviously, they don't know what to do because they can't enjoy the fun of chasing.

The cannibal eagle drew an arc when it approached the barrier at the edge of the field, bending upwards, like a gray whale swimming in the deep sea.I kicked off the wall that was about to hit me, and was thrown dizzy.The blood that belonged to me fell from the palm of my hand on my eyelashes and slid to my lips.I stuck out my tongue and licked it, only then did I feel that my chaotic mind was a little clearer.

I'm fucking crazy.

——"Lemon, the most important thing in melee is to show the 'chivalry' and 'bravery' to the big shots of the legion."

Eyre's voice rang dimly in my ears, and my own was too shrill and clear to ignore.Lying side by side in that dank, dark prison, I heard my own shrill laughter echoing across the cell.

"No, Ir. The people are pigs and sheep, and the army is the dogs that guard the pigs. And our enemies, what do you think?"

I sat up, stared at his elusive one-eye, and said with a smile, "It's a tiger wolf. Dogs are very loyal and upright, but facing tigers and wolves, they are just a group of lost dogs that can only run with their tails between their legs. I want to defeat Tiger wolf, first of all you have to make yourself into a tiger wolf! Yes, chivalry, brave demeanor, those things sound so wonderful. I believe that every history writer is willing to write about how the warriors hold a brilliant sword to defend their home and country, and I don’t want to write about how they chopped off the enemy’s head like an animal. The essence of war is to kill each other, but more people would like to say that they are a brave man, rather than a butcher. and the mirror of justice, both of which reflect the divine radiance. A little ugliness would kill these hypocritical fools."

Ai Er stared at the dark wall for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "I think there is nothing wrong with that. And the facts are not exactly as you imagined, Lemon. It is not only instinct, but also emotion and thinking that govern our actions. "

Emotion and thinking.Oh, emotions and thoughts...

The cannibal eagle suddenly let out a cry of pain!I was dazzled by the convulsions, and at the moment when my consciousness was out of touch, I seemed to see the broken arm Emu swinging the long chain meteor hammer, throwing it at the cannibal eagle again and again with a red face and veins.Lame Raig's scolding sound was also like undulating water waves, sometimes clear and sometimes hazy.These murderous villains are crippled, killing people is not enough, and want to kill the cannibal eagle?Ha, killing a giant man-eating vulture is enough for them to blow up for several months...

I laughed dazedly, and heard Aiur shout, "Lemon, grab your knife!"

In the nick of time, One-Eyed Aiur threw that bone-cutting knife at me!I don't know how Eyre managed to steal the knife from the quartermaster, but that doesn't matter, he's always elusive.I squinted my eyes, concentrating on the shadow of the knife spinning rapidly.When you focus all your attention on an object, the flowing time will be infinitely elongated, and every detail is frozen in your field of vision like a frozen film.I clearly saw every rotation of the blade of the bone cutter, the tiny undulations and ups and downs.I stretched out my hand, and grasped its handle firmly in the slow flow of time, it fit perfectly, it was like my hand, finally integrated with my body.

Power swelled within me, and blood from my palms soaked the blunt blade.Stimulated by my blood, the bone cutting knife became sharper and sharper, as if it had its own breath.I climbed onto the body of the man-eating vulture, and while the raptor was jolting wildly, I stabbed the knife into its back, straight through the heart!

The cannibal eagle let out a dying cry!I can feel the shattering at the end of the blade, the viscous and sexy sound, penetrating my brain.Amidst my unscrupulous laughter, I quickly fell with Hei Diao's body, raising dust all over the sky, and fell to the ground as if my whole body had been dismantled and reassembled, my chest heaved and gasped for the air mixed with sand particles.

Reig and Eminem came running towards me faster than they could find a big basket of gold.Ai Er lifted up my upper body, I was spitting out sandy blood foam, my palms were already rotten, and I could barely hold a knife steadily.

The crippled Raig opened his teeth and paws and sprayed dung all over his mouth again, "Crazy son of a bitch, you don't want to die! No matter where you die in the future, remember not to die in front of me!"

Broken-arm Amu muttered, "Fuck, if we knew those legion dogs are so shameless, we might as well put on a show, at least we won't be gnawed into bones by cannibals!"

I said viciously, "What are you pretending to be? Pretending to be a cute jumping Pomeranian? Don't blind your brother's other eye, Eminem."

Broken Arm Amu spread his hands, "Then what should we do now?"

A sound of steady footsteps was slowly approaching.Just by the sound I knew which goddam bastard was coming.Suddenly I stood up from under Ai Er's arms, and rushed at that bastard like a bloodthirsty beast, while screaming and screaming, I grabbed his collar and punched him in the face!

"Fuck|You|Mom!" I punched him several times, but I didn't see any blood, and I couldn't relieve my hatred, so I just spat on his face.The idiot wiped off the blood on his cheeks as if nothing had happened, and said in a voice as cold as a rock, "Lemon Bone Spur, the Marshal wants to see you."

"I see your uncle!"

I roared hoarsely, my throat was burning with pain.I bumped into him head-on, and the idiot dodged sideways, and I fell straight into the sandpit, like an upside-down living potted plant.

Then, my eyes went dark and I didn't know anything.