Chapter 85 The Mark is Burning (Eighth Update)

Chapter 85 The Mark is Burning (Eighth Update)

"Charge!"

On the snowy plain, horses galloped.

Eric led the way, leading Russell and four knights, charging towards a small group of snow ghosts in front.

The knights continued to surge their fighting spirit, and Russell also surged his fighting spirit. Although they were only armored knights and could not release their fighting spirit, the surging fighting spirit still produced a mysterious resonance.

The whole knight team was connected as a whole through this resonance of fighting spirit, and each other's combat effectiveness was amplified.

The golden and silver wolfhound Kevin also joined the team. The Yuanxi in his body can also enhance the fighting spirit resonance and gain a certain degree of gain from it.

But compared with the armored knights, the gains obtained by the fantasy beast knights are much smaller.

"Sir, take the gun!" Tom, the knight's squire, shouted, throwing a knight's lance nearly five meters long.

Russell took it casually and tucked the knight's lance under his arm.

It happened that the knight team passed through the group of snow ghosts, and Eric's two-handed broadsword opened and closed, sweeping away many snow ghosts.

Russell found a snow ghost with a green face and fangs that was unsteady on its feet, and stabbed it with the knight's spear.

Puff.

It went straight through the snow ghost's chest, and then nailed it to the ground. Russell immediately let go of the knight's spear.

When all the snow ghosts were nailed to the ground, the knights dismounted, picked up their swords, cut off the legs and feet of the struggling snow ghosts, and finally crushed their heads to take out the ice hail beads.

Watching the snow ghosts turn into a ball of gray mist and dissipate with the wind and snow.

Russell shook a snow-white ice hail bead in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, then pulled out the knight's spear nailed into the ice layer, turned on the horse, and prepared to meet the next round of charge.

Baron Roman was leading the Knights to fight against a large group of snow ghosts in front, and he followed Eric to pick up leaks and hunt down the scattered small groups of snow ghosts.

"Line up!" Eric saw a few more snow ghosts rushing in front, and immediately gave a loud order.

Russell shook his cape, rode the black horse under his seat, and joined the knight team.

Following Eric, he launched a knight charge again, and the surging fighting spirit resonated with each other, and a new power filled his body again.

Whoosh!

The wind and snow howled, bidding farewell to the snow ghosts that lingered on the snowfield.

In today's era, the power of the snow demons has declined, and humans, with the power of the dragon, have begun a full-scale counterattack.

The endless stream of snow ghosts were harvested and turned into snow-white ice hail beads, just like the earth that had been frozen for tens of millions of years, shedding tears of joy to see the sun again.

"Charge!"

Eric roared.

Russell held the shaft of the knight's lance with one hand, clamped it with his elbow, and aimed at the new green-faced and fanged snow ghost.

Boom!

A shot was stabbed out, but it failed to penetrate Qingpi's chest, but it pierced Qingpi's abdomen, nailing Qingpi to the ground again.

The knight squad kept on charging for hundreds of meters before turning back to reorganize the team and start the next round of charge.

Russell's heart was surging.

Suddenly, he felt something and raised his left hand. The "M" mark representing Xiao Menglong was burning in the palm of his hand. There was also a sesame-sized sword butterfly mark next to it, rotating around the "M" mark.

He didn't have time to think about why the mark appeared spontaneously.

The knight squad had already rushed into the group of snow ghosts. There was no knight's spear to stab, so Russell drew his green ceramic sword.

At the moment he swung the sword, the shadow of a butterfly flashed in his eyes.

The next moment.

Originally, the sword move was supposed to slash the snow ghost's torso head-on, but Russell had a sudden inspiration. With a clever flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword accurately touched the snow ghost's forehead, and with the vibration of the blade and the power of the charge, he flattened the snow ghost's head from the brow.

Without brain splashing, the wound on the snow ghost's head was instantly frozen, and the wrinkled cortex of the brain could be clearly seen.

"Cool!"

Russell was satisfied with his sudden inspiration. It was elegant and agile, and the most important thing was the lethality it caused, which was powerful.

Of course, this injury was not fatal to the snow ghost.

So the knight team had to continue to drill through a few more times, chop the group of snow ghosts into a pile of pieces, and then crush their heads one by one to find the ice hail beads inside.

"It's easy, sir, the green skins that are leaking are all chickens." The knight's squire James laughed and waved his broadsword, slapping it like a fly swatter. Snap, a bald and hairless head was smashed.

A group of struggling and squirming corpses around them completely collapsed as their heads shattered.

When James picked out the ice hail beads and took them away, these corpses and the broken heads turned into gray smoke, and were swept away by the wind and snow, disappearing without a trace.

"Don't relax!" Eric glanced over coldly, "Any part of the snow ghost may take your life!"

As he said this, he swung his sword back and nailed the remaining arm of a snow ghost to the ice.

The fingers at the front of the remaining arm were as sharp as a blade, scratching the ice, making a harsh friction sound.

"It should be this one, Knight Commander." The knight's squire John found a head among the broken pieces, and then stomped on the head with the iron heel of his riding boots. The snow ghost's head made a snap and exploded like a watermelon.

The fingers scratching the ice surface instantly quieted down.

"Another green skin came." The knight's squire Tom shouted.

Eric was about to raise his sword and kill the green skin, but Russell stepped forward: "Leave it to me, let me try to fight the green skin alone."

"My Lord, be careful." Eric paused, but his eyes were fixed on Russell and the roaring green-skinned beast. If Russell was in danger of being killed by the green-skinned beast, he would immediately stop him.

Kevin, the golden and silver wolfhound on the side, also focused his attention here. Like Eric, he was also protecting Russell in secret.

He glanced at the mark still burning on the palm of his left hand.

Russell could clearly feel at this moment that the burning was not caused by Xiao Menglong, but by the sword butterfly amber worm.

Because the growth of the sword butterfly feeds on fighting.

"Although it is buried deep in the rock wall, it is also nourished by the power of the earth... Perhaps the battles on the snowfield were absorbed by the power of the earth and then provided to the sword butterfly amber worm... Now, every time I fight, I am feeding the sword butterfly."

Russell didn't know the origin of the sword butterfly amber worm.

Russell didn't know why the sword butterfly was proficient in swordsmanship. Was it the natural evolution of the species or the talent given by the earth?

But this did not prevent him from knowing how to feed the sword butterfly.

"Hiss..." Qingpi rushed over, opening his fangs and mouth, but could only make a low roar like a snake spitting out its tongue.

It held a cool ice sword in its hand.

This was a long sword made purely of ice and snow, but the power of the snow demon, or the power of ice hail, gave it properties that were harder and sharper than gold and iron, comparable to inferior gemstone weapons.

Waving the ice sword, Qingpi still retained the fighting skills before the corpse, and with greater strength and more agile joints, the sword moves burst out with greater power.

"Too slow, too slow!" The shadow of the sword butterfly flashed in Russell's eyes again, and the green ceramic sword in his hand went straight up.

Clang!

While swinging the ice sword, the green ceramic sword shook easily and pierced Qingpi's neck, making a hole in his neck.

At a glance, Russell seized the initiative.

Then he launched a violent attack like a storm, but although the attack was fierce, his posture was as graceful as a butterfly.

"Flaws, all over the body!" As he waved his sword and danced gracefully, Russell's mouth curled up slightly, which showed his calmness and composure that everything was under control.