StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand Chapter 225

Everyone looked to where the sound came from. I saw two figures, one in front and one behind, rushing towards Yang Ying at an extremely fast speed. The first was a burly figure, holding a purple lightsaber, which could flash hundreds of meters away with every step. I almost followed the voice arrive.

When Yang Ying saw him, he immediately recognized this person as one of the three quasi-masters who had been with Master Garcia back then. He once asked him to borrow a silver lightsaber. Yang Ying still remembered that the quasi-master's name was Kerrigan.

And the figure following Kerrigan Quasi-Master is obviously a high-ranking Psychic. Since the power of Psychic is not as strong as that of Quasi-Master, the speed is slower.

Ulysses didn't care about Kerrigan's shout, and pulled Yang Ying's hand, wanting to capture Yang Ying alive, but suddenly he felt his hand was empty, and Yang Ying in his hand suddenly disappeared. Dissipated.

"Such a real phantom art! Colonel Blade, you amaze me more and more."

Ulysses' eyes flashed, and he finally became a little more serious.

Yang Ying activated the illusion technique the moment Ulysses rushed behind him, creating an illusion of him to take his place. And he himself overloaded the motorcycle engine and accelerated away from the distance of a parking space.

A single mistake could not affect Ulysses. He said in a flat tone: "The technique of real illusion is nothing more than a trivial skill." The tone seemed to be stating a truth. It reached Yang Ying's back again.

To him, the speeding motorcycle seemed to be standing still, and he could catch up with just one step!

"I told you to stop, you traitor to humanity!" Kerrigan, taking advantage of the momentary delay created by Yang Ying, had already arrived at the side of the car, raised his hand and slashed at Ulysses' hand with a beam of purple light.

"Hmph, you're lucky." Ulysses had no interest in receiving the lightsaber empty-handed, and the same purple light greeted him.

hereby!

The two swords collided with a loud bang!

The windows of the buildings on both sides of the long street shattered suddenly, and a wave of air burst out around the two quasi-masters.

Yang Ying only felt a strong wind blowing from behind pushing him to a higher level of speed, and he was tens of meters away from the battle group in the blink of an eye, and he managed to stabilize the motorcycle.

Only then did he have time to look behind him, only to see David intercepting number three a little behind.

Although No. 3 is a quasi-master, his mental power is only one level higher than David's, but his red lightsaber is two levels lower than David's silver lightsaber. In order to prevent his own lightsaber from bursting, he He tried his best, danced the lightsaber into a ball of red light, and pressed David to launch a fierce attack, wanting a quick victory.

David, however, defended steadily. Since he got rid of the influence of brainwashing, his strength has improved again, and he is already close to the peak of the high-ranking Psychic. There is only a thin line of distance from the quasi-master, and there is only a quantitative gap between the quasi-master and the high-ranking Psychic, and there is no qualitative gap. David can even launch a few attacks occasionally when defending, so that No. 3's attack cannot be like mercury pouring into the ground. coherent.

Number ten looked at Ulysses, then at number three, then at Yang Ying who was running away, and then fixed his eyes on the silver lightsaber in David's hand, with a look of greed in his eyes.

Although if you think about it carefully, you can find that even if the silver lightsaber is snatched by him, it is impossible for him to fall into his hands. Ulysses No. 1 with the purple lightsaber is much more important than him, but sometimes Li Lingzhi faints. People do stupid things that other people can't imagine, not to mention that people who have been brainwashed by brainwashing techniques are not very sound-minded, and their various desires have been brought to the limit, and their sanity is relatively poor.

Driven by greed, No. 10 flies to No. 3 and flanks David with No. 3 at the same time, trying to bring David down in the fastest time so as to **** the silver lightsaber.

It would take at least a hundred strokes for the silver lightsaber to explode the red lightsaber, but under the attack of the two, David was unable to block it left and right. It seems that it is dangerous to insist on twenty or thirty strokes.

However, these 20 or 30 moves were enough, and after only a few moves, the high-ranking Psychic who came with Kerrigan had also joined the battle group, holding No. 10 with a green lightsaber and pushing him away.

This high-ranking psychic had long hair fluttering and yelled loudly when he made moves. It turned out to be a female psychic. Her swordsmanship was small and erratic, and she fought against No. 10 with great vigor.

Seeing that the three one-on-one battles were all stalemate, Yang Ying nodded secretly.

Originally, when he asked the Thirteenth Fleet for help, their reply was that they would send a quasi-master to help, but Yang Ying did not expect that when Kerrigan came, he would bring an extra high-ranking psychic with him. If you join, at least in terms of your lineup, it is not much worse than the people who worshiped the ape.

Yang Ying's confidence was greatly increased at this time, and he took this opportunity to pick up the lightsaber that was originally knocked away by Ulysses, and then rushed to No. 10.

Number ten was the weakest link in the battle line composed of the three ape messengers. If Yang Ying went to help Kerrigan fight Ulysses, it would not be of much use, and it might even become a burden.

But this is not the case when dealing with No. 10. The gap between the two sides is not that big. Yang Ying wants to cooperate with the female Psychic to kill No. 10 in the shortest possible time, and then the balance of measuring the strength of both sides will tilt towards his side.

When approaching No. 10, Yang Ying soared into the air, turned somersault directly above No. 10, and pointed the lightsaber in his hand directly at the top of No. 10's head.

"How dare you..." Number Ten was furious, but the tip of the sword was already close to his forehead, so he could only make a wrong step and back away. At the same time, the red lightsaber in his hand rolled back, as if turning into a piece of red cloth, and swept across his head.

"Take my move!" The female psychic immediately took a step forward, stabbing No. 10's vitals with her sword without hesitation.

"Smelly woman!" Seeing that she was going to turn herself into a eunuch, No. 10 broke out in a cold sweat, and the lightsaber that was originally sweeping across her head turned back immediately, blocking the sword of cutting off sons and grandsons.

Yang Ying failed with a single strike, the sword that was slashing at him was drawn away again, immediately double jumped, turned back, continued to sweep the sword at No. 10's head, and at the same time shouted: "Should die!" The two halves of the head will not stop.

Number Ten took another step back, avoiding the sword, and then stretched out his left hand to push Yang Ying away. Yang Ying felt a strong force in the air, pushing himself away from Number Ten, and flew back.

At the same time, the female Psychic seized the opportunity to separate No. 10's lightsaber, kicked him on his right knee, kicked him staggeringly, and then almost knocked him back from the chest with another sword. The backstab was pierced right through, No. 10 was in a hurry to avoid it just now. But a slit was cut in the sleeve, revealing his bronzed skin.

Although Yang Ying was flying backwards, he did not lose his freedom. He gritted his teeth, twisted his waist and turned half of his body, turned into a posture with his head in front of his feet, facing No. 10, and then stepped on the air with both feet, A circle of obvious ripples appeared on the soles of his feet. Yang Ying seemed to be stepping on a solid body, not only stopped the retreat, but also used the rebound force to rush towards No. 10.

Ten stepped back. In a flash, she appeared 20 meters away, and the female Nian Neng Shi gave a coquettish shout and followed closely.

"Hmph, it's not good." Ulysses still had enough strength to fight Kerrigan, and he had a clear view of the battle between No. 3 and No. 10 in his heart. Colonel," he said coldly, forced to retreat.

"You'd better take care of yourself." Kerrigan swung the lightsaber and attacked Ulysses. The two matched dozens of moves in a few seconds, and Zizi's voice was like raindrops.

It only took a few minutes for them to fight, but the 30-meter area around them seemed to have been blasted by high explosives, and there were potholes everywhere. Steel, gravel, and broken glass covered the entire ground like a carpet.

The air waves formed by the aftermath of the battle between the two rolled like a tide, rolling up the broken stone and glass tens of meters high, and some sharp objects pierced into the surrounding buildings, making the entire battlefield even more dangerous.

Kerrigan had already tried his best, and the lightsaber attack was like a wave, attacking Ulysses wave after wave, but his heart gradually sank.

No matter how fierce his offensive is, the lightsaber in Ulysses' hands is always so freely. The swordsmanship that he has been immersed in for many years seems to be full of flaws in front of him, even if he uses the most proud tricks, even hidden killers , was also resolved by him lightly.

Ulysses' swordsmanship can be said to be back to basics, a simple stab and sweep, but it seems to be so subtle that it has almost become an art. Only when the understanding of swordsmanship reaches an extremely thorough level can one have such an artistic conception.

Kerrigan couldn't help but recall that not long ago, in the battle with the ape-man master Cato, he was so passive, all the tricks didn't work, and there was no way to hide any slight flaw in front of Cato.

"Is this person really just a quasi-master?" The anxiety in Kerrigan's heart rapidly expanded.

"I can feel a sense of restlessness from your swordsmanship, is it timid?" Ulysses said lightly.

Kerrigan didn't answer ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but kept his own offensive, he collected his energy and focused on fighting. Calmly looking for Ulysses' flaws.

"Are you married to that female Nenian? You both wear the same ring." Ulysses glanced at Ten again.

Female Ninthians do wear a ring on their right ring finger, as does Kerrigan, both rings are identical in style.

"So what?"

When Kerrigan heard him talking about his wife, he immediately went on the offensive, with the sword in his hand attacking Ulysses' heart, neck and other vital parts.

"It's not that bad. It's just that although No. 10's strength is not good, he is always my subordinate. Seeing that he is about to die, I can't just ignore him."

After Ulysses finished speaking, he easily broke away from Kerrigan's entanglement, and in a flash, he came behind the female Psychic and slashed down with his sword.

"Lena!"

Kerrigan yelled and rushed up desperately!

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