: 1256 If you are dead, don't blame me.

"锵!"
The two shots of the wind and the thunder collided again.
Moreover, this time, it happened to be in front of the square, causing the cracked Mars to just illuminate the face in the square, and also illuminate the appearance of the suddenly appearing slave.
"It’s really a big fight, Black’s lord.

Rider of the Red Camp will focus on the flexibility and mobility of the cross gun on his shoulders, but his hands are held like a pole, and the expression on his face is full of refreshment.
"I was able to shoot like this with my eldest sister. I have intercepted all the shots of my eldest sister. It’s really extraordinary. Your follower is probably a very powerful Archer?"
Rider's inquiry is not so much interested in the other party as it is interested in the other party.
If it is not because of this, perhaps the other party will not know if they will show up.
after all…
"Reassure, I didn't get the command to attack you like the older sister. I just came over because of my personal interest. I didn't expect to see such a good scene that people couldn't help but want to thank the gods in the sky."
Rider gave a smile.
That smile, gradually dyed a little fighting spirit and high.
"How? Is it better to summon your followers here? Anyway, do you have a curse?"
Rider looked straight into the square and did not hide his fighting spirit.
"Let your followers come here to have two tricks with me, I will let you go, how?"
It seems that Rider does not care about the lord in the party, but rather cares about the source of the match with Archer.
This is a very pure warrior.
Fang Li immediately gave such a judgment in his heart.
Such a warrior is not seen in the square.
Like Poros, that is a warrior who is extremely anxious.
In fact, the Rider is essentially the same as Poros.
Longing for the opponent.
Desire to fight.
Desire to find the source of stimuli and emotional outbursts.
This kind of existence, in a variety of myths and legends, is simply countless.
"Well, although your followers are not qualified to be my opponent, I don't know."
Rider seems to be proud of this, but in fact it is full of extremely strong and confident attitude, so to speak.
"At least, if you can get a scar on my body, then I am qualified to fight me."
These words, like the self-confidence in their hearts, turned into hidden power fluctuations, lingering in Rider's body.
The breath is no longer the biggest trump card in the Black camp, the king of Romania, Vlad III.
In other words, the people in front of you are extremely powerful.
I am afraid that in the Red camp, it is the level that belongs to the trump card.
However, this level of things has long been known.
"Unfortunately, I am not going to let my followers come here."
Fangli smiled at Rider with a calm smile.
"Before you, if you are seen by the one in the church, it is somewhat unfavorable to my followers."
According to the memory of the original, if the memory in the party is not wrong, the supervisor in the church has the ability to see the real name of the slave in an instant.
At that time, the real name of Yuan Laiguang was exposed, and the other party was sent by the Church of the Holy Church. Once the baptism was sung, it was really troublesome for the source of the devil.
Therefore, Fang Li was thinking about leaving the source of Laiguang behind and carrying out the role of the defender.
For the source of the ability to become a Saber and Archer, both the forward and the defender can be perfectly implemented.
At the very least, if the party is the defender, then it will definitely not be able to achieve the level of the source.
Therefore, the source Laiguang became a defender, and the lord of the square came up as a striker.
This deep meaning, Rider naturally can not guess.
Just, there is one thing, Rider can still understand.
"That is, you intend to break into our base camp alone when you let the followers completely behind the scenes?"
Rider couldn't help but laugh.
I smiled a little happy.
"Oh, we are really underestimated."
Having said that, the breath of Rider has suddenly changed.
"The lord of a district is actually planning to cross our defense line and attack our lord. Then I have to give me a limit!"
The sense of oppression of the violent level is like a sudden storm, sweeping the audience.
Feeling the strong pressure, the side blinked.
Good guy.
On the strength alone, this Rider may have been on top of the sweetheart mask.
In this case, Rider looked up and shouted loudly around.
"Have you heard? Black's followers!"
"Next, I have to attack your lord!"
"If you don't want to watch your lord die, then let's release your arrow towards me!"
After making such a declaration, Rider looked at the party.
"Sorry, don't blame me if you die!"
After that, Rider's face was completely mad.
"Snapped!"
The footsteps sounded loudly.
In this moment, the job was moved by Rider's followers.
Obviously, it should rely on the performance of the ride to serve as its own combat power. Rider seems to be disdainful to use it. It directly breaks through the atmosphere, like a gust of wind, and then comes to the side.
Do not.
That is not the wind.
If you must describe it, it is a comet.
Just like a humanoid comet sprinting, Rider violently screams at the speed of the audience with a raging smile.
Speed, it's easy to break through the speed of sound.
"laugh----!"
However, almost at the same time Rider charged, the arrow that flashed the thunder was also cut through the space, and it was shot with lightning speed.
The goal is exactly Rider.
But Rider is not losing speed.
Only the cross gun in his hand is like a whip, like a light stick, dancing.
"clang----!"
In the bell-like noise, the arrow that turned into a Thunder was shot by a cross gun.
However, the next second, Rider was surprised.
"laugh----!"
I saw that another Thunder-like arrow was hidden behind the previous shot and shot straight toward Rider.
That way, it is like the source of Laiguang has long expected that his first hit will be bombed, and immediately released a second hit.
And this hit, before Rider reacted, was already less than a meter away from the front of his eyebrows.
This distance, in general, even the followers are not necessarily able to hide.
In the face of this situation, Rider is not surprised.
"This level...!"
The gun in his hand is like a wind, and under the amazing stunt of Rider, it seems to be a light, suddenly flashing.
"锵!"
The second Thunder, among the dazzling Mars, was shot again.
It’s complicated, in fact, the whole process hasn’t arrived for a second.
A second later, Rider, who turned into a comet, was carrying a whistling wind and flashing in front of the square.
The cross gun in his hand stabbed out mercilessly.
Facing the heart of the square.