"Bang!" Under the duel between heavy swords and wooden sticks, Matt took three steps back. He almost lost his balance and his back suddenly hit the corner of the table!

"Ugh!!" The bearded Mark suddenly felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer. He was so embarrassed that he almost vomited blood on the spot!

"This boy is so powerful!" Mark, as a swordsman, is also considered a discerning person. He saw that although Guan Heng's appearance was not amazing, he did not wear any special clothes, and was only wearing a simple leather armor.

But his attacks were fierce and his physical strength was extraordinary. Seeing this scene, Mark took a breath of air: "This kid is not an ordinary character!"

"Bah! I almost capsized in the creek!" Mark flipped his wrist and held the heavy sword in front of him. He thought to himself: "It seems that this person is not easy to deal with, so I will also use the method of pressing the bottom of the box.

!”

"Whoa!" A layer of incandescent light suddenly attached to the heavy sword, and the sword suddenly became much more dazzling!

"Huh? This is the fighting spirit of a swordsman?!" Guan Heng had never seen such a thing before, so he couldn't help but be a little more careful, and even the hand holding the wooden staff tightened!

"Ahhhhhh!" Mark, the bearded swordsman, grasped the long handle of the heavy sword with both hands and shouted in a low voice: "Boy! Take your life!"

"Swish!" The two crisscrossed swords were slashing towards Guan Heng like a violent wind!

"Ah!" Guan Heng, facing the opponent's strong attack, also shouted: "Well done!" He immediately shook his hand and hit the wooden stick, not avoiding the sharp edge at all. He just glared and gritted his teeth, and went straight towards him!

"Bang!" Guan Heng suddenly collided with the opponent's sword that was filled with fighting spirit. Unexpectedly, the force was several times stronger than the first blow. Unprepared, Guan Heng's body retreated and fell, and his head was about to hit him.

The wall behind you, let’s have a “good meeting”!

"Melty!" Guan Hengqing shouted anxiously.

"Miscellaneous!" Three thorns intertwined and quickly blocked behind Guan Heng!

"Boom!!!" The braided thorns stopped Guan Heng from flying upside down.

"It was so dangerous, your head was almost smashed!" Although Melty said this, she still had a smile on her face.

"Uh!" Guan Heng shook his head, shook the wooden stick in his palm and leaned on the ground, and then stood firm: "I didn't expect that this big bearded fighting spirit also has two brushes, it doesn't look like he can only eat and drink.

Wine sack and rice sack!”

"Guan Heng, you have to be more careful, what do you think? Do you want my help?" Melty said, grabbing the dagger at her waist and wanting to come over to help.

"No need!" Guan Hengheng waved her hand: "This bearded idiot drinks too much on weekdays. You see, he just used a fighting spirit and didn't pursue the victory. He was still gasping for air!"

"If I need your help to deal with such a small character, then I will be the one who loses face!" Guan Heng smiled slightly, and the wooden stick in his palm flew around in circles: "Look at me, I will solve the battle within one minute!"

"Asshole! How dare you look down on me!" The bearded Mark is indeed only a third-rate swordsman, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to a rural town to work as a bodyguard for a guy like Xincha, who only has a few rich and uneducated guys.

.

But when this kid Mark saw Guan Heng despising him, he was so angry that he said: "I will kill you now!"

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance!" The wooden stick in Guan Heng's hand quickly turned half a circle and suddenly swept the table beside him. There happened to be a tall pile of dinner plates on it: "swish, swish, swish" one after another, in an endless stream.

, the dinner plates kept flying towards the bearded man’s face!

"Crack, snap, snap, snap!" The bearded Mark waved his heavy sword, blocking and knocking down the flying plates. However, the heavy sword became heavier and heavier in his hand, for two reasons: Mark just now

He used the ultimate move "Fighting Qi Sword Gang". This move was extremely powerful, but it consumed a lot of energy. Ninety percent of his own fighting energy was consumed in one go!

In addition, Mark is a boy who usually indulges in drinking and drinking, almost soaking in the wine vat, and his body has long been weak and decayed. However, his weapon is still a five-foot-long epee. Now, he is so tired that he can hardly hold it.

!

"Pah, pah!" Baimi finally broke down, and the two dinner plates were smashed to pieces without ceremony, completely destroying themselves on Mark's face. The pain immediately made him scream: "Uhhhhhhhh."

"Watch the move!" Guan Heng suddenly roared, ready to pounce!

"You little bastard, look at me slashing you with my sword!" Although his eyelids were scratched by the smashed dinner plate and he couldn't see clearly in front of him, the bearded Mark vaguely felt that a black shadow suddenly rushed towards him.

He didn't stop doing anything, he raised the heavy sword over his head with all his strength, and made a big slash with the wind!

"Crack!" The black figure in front of him was suddenly split into two by the heavy sword! At this moment, Mark secretly screamed something bad: "Oh no! What was hit was not a person, it seemed to be a chair."

"Hahaha, this is the legendary hat trick!"

At this time, Guan Heng had already strangely dodged behind Mark, "Hoo! Bang!" The staff, carrying a strong wind, hit the back of Mark's head impartially! "Puff!" The red and white thing inside the head,

Immediately, it splashed everywhere, and Mark tilted his body and fell to the ground!

"Woooo" A black mist accidentally emerged from Mark's remains, which was his ghost!

Mark was a swordsman who learned how to use fighting energy during his lifetime. His mental strength and physical strength were much stronger than those of ordinary people, so the formation of his ghost is definitely not a problem!

"Swallow the ghost beast! Suck it!" Guan Heng suddenly showed his right hand, and the beast face tattoo opened his big mouth and sucked Mark's ghost into the strange space in his mouth!

"Ghost assimilation technique, activate!" Guan Heng said quickly in his mind: "Search all the memories of this swordsman!"

"Swish, swish, swish" Mark's memories were like a fleeting moment, pouring into Guan Heng's mind all at once!

"Huh? Knowledge about mainland weapons schools? Learning and application of primary fighting spirit?" Guan Heng read these memories, his eyes lit up involuntarily, and he was overjoyed: "Great! This is exactly what I need!"

"The effective time of the ghost assimilation technique depends on whether the soul is strong, ranging from seven to ten minutes!" Guan Heng thought to himself: "I estimate that within seven minutes, I can use Mark's primary fighting spirit twice.

This kind of fighting spirit is nothing more than borrowing the vitality and spirit of human beings and converting it into a huge attack effect!"

"I have all these things, using primary fighting spirit will not be a problem!" Guan Hengyi thought as he picked up the epee that Mark had thrown aside. He said to Melty: "Let's go, we will solve it quickly within ten minutes."

I want to bring some surprises to the remaining magicians!"

According to the memory of Mark's ghost, Guan Heng easily led Melty to find the secret door in the secret basement where the treasure is hidden in the mansion. Mark's memory said that magicians would consciously fall into meditation at this time every day. This is

A way of self-training to enhance the power of the spell.
Chapter completed!