Chapter 504: 2V2?

After saying this, he slashed an axe into the wooden pillar. "Come down and die!"

The wooden pillar snapped in response, as brittle as straw under his hand.

This guy's strange strength was stronger than Meng Shan's, and his combat skills and bearing were far superior to Meng Shan's.

Where did such a—no, such two monsters pop out from, and they were staying in the curse master's room?

He Lingchuan sighed: "Are you foreign aid invited by Zhongsun Mou, or are you from Cen Boqing's gang?"

They made such a commotion that the people in the inn weren't dead either; from the waiters to the guests, they all poked their heads out, and seeing this scene, they were scared and fled.

Only the shopkeeper stood at the door, bowing to the two men and the bear with a bitter face: "A few heroes, have mercy, let go of my business!"

Responding to him, Fan Sheng struck another axe, cutting the second pillar.

Both pillars were broken, and the wooden beam couldn't hold on anymore, falling with a crash.

He Lingchuan was so agile that as soon as Fan Sheng revealed his axe, he drilled out of the hole in the roof again.

His target was the room Fan Sheng rushed out of.

The room wall had been punched with a big hole by the giant bear, and He Lingchuan stepped in, taking out the mirror to shine around: "Find clues, quick!"

It was dark in the room without lights, relying purely on the natural light from outside.

Besides the bed, there was a square table and two round stools in the room; the tabletop was empty, only scattered with some fragments.

But this environment naturally couldn't stump the Soul-Sucking Mirror.

"There are two drops of blood on the chair," the mirror said as soon as it shone. "There were some on the table too, but they were wiped off—hey, not this chair, the one opposite."

"Can you be clearer!" He Lingchuan had just replied to it when he caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and saw Fan Sheng also jump up.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to snap the chair into two, throwing it into his storage ring.

Just at this moment, fire started up from the floor and the four corners of the room.

The flames were an eerie dark purple, burning extremely fast, igniting whatever they touched, as if an accelerant had been added.

In just two breaths, the room was filled with raging flames.

Damn it, he had still been ambushed by the other party!

He Lingchuan cursed, turned around, and was about to slip away, but the mirror called out: "And these fragments, can't miss them!"

"Can you say everything at once?" He grabbed a leather pocket, the one left over from buying roast chicken last time, and swept his arm, sweeping the wood fragments on the table into the pocket.

He had just finished this action when Fan Sheng arrived, just in time for the purple flames in the room to spray in all directions.

Sensing the fierce fire poison, he didn't want to touch it lightly, stepping back two steps, seeing He Lingchuan's figure flashing in the fire, but not wailing or rolling.

He frowned.

He Lingchuan stuffed the leather pocket into his storage ring and rushed out of the room from the other side.

Fan Sheng followed like a shadow.

His movement technique wasn't as flexible as He Lingchuan's, but his speed was real and fast. He threw his left-hand axe, which spun straight toward He Lingchuan's back neck.

The onlookers only saw a residual shadow in the air.

This flying axe had no idea how many heads it had cut off.

He Lingchuan didn't even look back, throwing something out behind him, which hit the axe with a "clang."

The axe was deflected, spinning around and returning to its owner on its own.

Fan Sheng also saw clearly that the thing that hit the axe was actually a chest protector, which spun a few times in mid-air, actually reflecting several bright lights straight into his eyes.

He hurriedly raised his arm to block the light.

Just at this moment, a brown shadow pounced from the side, followed by a tiger roar that exploded, soul-shaking.

Jiao Yu had arrived.

Fan Sheng was in mid-air and couldn't change direction, so he simply swung his axe to slash at its forehead.

Jiao Yu's move was a feint; its hind legs didn't leave the ground at all, it just twisted its body and darted out, adding another angry roar: "Baishan Zhonglang General is here, state your name!"

At the same time, three hidden weapons attacked from the side, all carrying purple flames.

This fire couldn't be extinguished by patting, and Fan Sheng didn't want to touch it, knocking them away with his axe.

In front were blade shadows flashing again.

He Lingchuan followed the snake up the stick, a jumping strike, the Fusheng blade slashing down head-on.

Finally, it was his turn to be active.

At this time, he summoned with his left hand, and the chest protector also returned to his hand.

His blade energy wasn't as condensed as the opponent's, but it was now stained with purple flames, which could be considered a bonus in power, and another seven kills in a row, only seeing the sky full of fire and blade energy crisscrossing.

The opponent blocked three times, and just as he was about to be hit by a blade, he expanded his chest and sucked in a breath, then sprayed it out.

He sprayed backward for a zhang, as fast as a baseball being hit.

What was this? He Lingchuan was slightly stunned, Toad Technique? Now the tables had turned, and it became a man and a tiger besieging Fan Sheng.

The fierce tiger Jiao Yu even found time to ask He Lingchuan: "Why didn't you call me when you went out?"

He Lingchuan had jumped out the window when he was at the inn, and the wooden window creaked, very clear in the night.

But this kid ran too fast, like he was fleeing for his life, climbing high and darting low; it wasn't easy for it to chase.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the inn's front door was smashed away, and the giant bear Fan Bao rushed over roaring.

Two against one besieging its brother? Can't tolerate it! Change back to two against two? He Lingchuan sneered, keep dreaming.

The giant bear's figure had just broken out the door when he threw something out toward the inn's front door; it was only the size of a palm, not conspicuous at all in the environment of falling fire on the second floor.

But as soon as it landed, it turned into a golden-armored bronze man over a zhang tall! The door panel smashed away by the giant bear happened to land by its feet.

Or rather, the golden-armored bronze man happened to recover right by the door panel.

It followed He Lingchuan's order, raised its hand to grab the two door panels on the ground, overlapping them, and made a golf swing posture!

He Lingchuan didn't know if it was standard or not; he hadn't had the chance to learn it before.

But the effect was great.

The heavy door panel was made of old zelkova wood, and after twenty years of wind and rain here, the quality was still up to standard. The golden-armored bronze man swung the panel, hitting the giant bear's thick hindquarters just right.

With a "bang," all the surrounding audience heard it clearly. This monster weighing over two thousand jin was swatted like a rolling gourd, tumbling into the room underneath that was on fire.

That place was already about to be burned into thin crisp, and after being smashed by it, it collapsed from top to bottom.

The two door panels in the golden-armored bronze man's hands also snapped in unison, completing their life's mission.

"Fan Bao!" Fan Sheng was shocked.

Responding to him was a bear roar. This time, the violent bear rushed out even faster, because its whole body was on fire.

That shocking impact didn't seem to hurt it as much as the purple flames. This kind of fire couldn't be extinguished by patting, and the giant bear rolled on the ground repeatedly without much effect.

In contrast, He Lingchuan had been moving through the fire earlier as if nothing happened; those purple flames didn't seem interested in him at all.

Fan Sheng knew at a glance that this guy had a fire-avoiding magic treasure, and the level was quite high.

He Lingchuan wouldn't let go of this great opportunity, rushing up and slashing several times in a row.

The fierce tiger cooperated from the side.

This Fan Sheng was truly remarkable; fighting two against one, he still worried about the violent bear's injury, but didn't fall behind at all, and could even greet his companion: "Fan Bao, come over!"

The big bear rolled twice, found the fire couldn't be extinguished, and rushed straight toward Fan Sheng.

The golden-armored bronze man immediately intercepted.

In the battle with Fan Sheng, He Lingchuan had to be fully focused, not a single mistake allowed; on the other side, he actually had to split his attention to control the golden-armored bronze man, blocking the violent bear's path.

He had been used to fighting like this before, but this time it was incredibly strenuous.

Dealing with Fan Sheng was more dangerous and cost more spirit; this guy was too ruthless, especially the slowing effect of the ice crystals brought out by the whirlwind axe was too disgusting. He Lingchuan was distracted after all, and was kicked in the abdomen by Fan Sheng, falling back a zhang.

He Lingchuan's mouth corner oozed blood.

The golden-armored bronze man's movements showed a flaw. The violent bear saw the opportunity, bypassed the golden-armored bronze man, and pounced to Fan Sheng's side.

The golden-armored bronze man immediately ran back.

He Lingchuan saw that Fan Sheng wanted to help the giant bear extinguish the fire, so he immediately used all his skills to entangle him and wouldn't let go.

Fan Sheng couldn't pull his hand away, and hearing the violent bear's painful howl, his murderous intent rose.

Earlier it was just a warm-up; his killing moves hadn't been unleashed yet. This little ghost was asking for it! White light erupted from Fan Sheng's body, his eyeballs turned slightly blue, and he merged his dual axes toward the middle, shouting: "Seal!"

The ice crystals dancing nearby seemed to hear an order, and with this burst of force, they suddenly converged toward He Lingchuan. As soon as they collided, they immediately fused; originally they were only the size of ordinary snowflakes, but under the convergence, they actually condensed into large chunks of solid ice! This was something out of nothing; He Lingchuan's hands and legs were suddenly shackled with ice.

He was in the middle of high-speed movement, and now that his actions were hindered, he couldn't stop and stumbled out.

How could Fan Sheng let go of this opportunity? His body followed the axe, determined to take his head.

Its momentum was as fast as lightning.

Jiao Yu was shocked, wanting to rescue urgently, but it was too late.

The axe blade flashed with cold light, finally brushing past He Lingchuan's neck.

The onlookers around the inn exclaimed, and some women even screamed and turned their heads, unable to bear seeing He Lingchuan lose his head.

Fan Sheng, however, secretly thought it was bad.

This strike was light, completely lacking the real feeling of cutting into flesh and blood, instead feeling like cutting through air.

It was bad.

And behind him, He Lingchuan's figure suddenly appeared in the golden-armored bronze man's palm.

The youth's face was as heavy as water, his toes pointed on the bronze man's arm, and he pounced on Fan Sheng's back of the head with all his might.

This was a short and fast Swallow Strike.

The opponent was too strong; he even used his trump card like "Li Dai Tao Jiang" (substituting one thing for another), and only after much difficulty did he trade for this opportunity, striving for success in one strike! The blade light was like electricity; this time it was his turn to slash at Fan Sheng's back neck.

At the critical moment, a black shadow emitting fire suddenly appeared behind Fan Sheng.

The giant bear accelerated and rammed, inserting itself between the two, while a layer of bright yellow battle armor emerged on its body.

This was battle armor refined from earth essence combined with the violent bear's talent, harder than refined gold, and could be retracted at will.

The timing was precise; it used its body as a shield, hard-headedly blocking this blade for Fan Sheng.

Everyone heard a crisp "crack," like a hammer cracking a walnut.

Where the Fusheng blade passed, the battle armor shattered, skin and flesh separated, and a string of blood beads splashed.

Amidst the painful roar, the giant bear slapped Fan Sheng, making him stagger. It couldn't care about its injury, twisted its body, and another bear paw larger than a winnowing basket slapped He Lingchuan fiercely.

There were claws over four inches long on it, also flashing with faint red light; whoever was slapped would be disemboweled.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to retract his blade, raised his left wrist, and tried his best to block in front of his eyes with the mirror shield.

With a "bang," he was swatted away two zhang, smashing into the burning inn.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 505 =====