MTL - Infinite Throne-Chapter 1069 The ultimate melee type...Irin's natural enemy!
Chapter 1069 The ultimate melee type... Irin's natural enemy!
After speaking, Connor glanced at Gu Tianqing, who was still shuffling the cards quietly, and then set his eyes on Yi Rin again: "I think you are more suitable for 'death' than him. Sorry, friend", Connor said in the second half of the sentence It was to Gu Tianqing: "I trust my intuition."
Gu Tianqing seemed indifferent, with that fake smirk still on his face, but his shuffling action stopped abruptly, he neatly pressed the deck between his palms, and smiled: "Actually, I think so too. It's a pity that there are too many 'chips' on him, right, my president."
Irin squinted his eyes: "Exceeded the prize."
Although Yi Rin's expression was calm at the moment, he quietly raised Connor's danger level to MAX.
An enemy, Yilin can not be afraid of his strength, can not be afraid of his cunning, let alone that he is fearless, the only thing he is afraid of is... he is ruthless.
A person who can kill even his own brother with a smile on his face, what maddening thing can he do?
have to say.
The "Knight" selected above is indeed unique.
Gu Tianqing, a pervert.
Connor, ruthless.
The skinny black old man is not a good thing at first glance.
Really has a vision.
"Huh... 'Above' cheating so blatantly, is it really okay?"
Irin asked.
"That's why the mythical props - [Babylon] are used here," Gu Tianqing explained with a smile: "Everything that happens here, for the other 'gamblers' above, will only produce results, they will not know the process. Of course. , for them, as long as the result is enough, it doesn't matter how the process is."
Irin was silent.
Gu Tianqing sighed lightly: "President, I really... really want to live with you. Really, that rotten world will be more fun with you around. You know, I once saw an undead with my own eyes, After exhausting the number of deaths, he came back to life again. He lost all the memory of the 100 deaths, he thought he had just stepped into this undead resurrection game, that kind of feeling... It was like being 'refreshed' ."
"Human beings are so small that they can't even taste their own 'death'."
Irin nodded: "I agree."
He agreed with Gu Tianqing, but he could not empathize.
Each tower will only give birth to one "knight".
They are the default candidates.
They were chosen long ago, at the moment of their death.
Therefore, when Gu Tianqing escaped from his 'death', he led out the "supervisor" and brought him here by himself. It is to make the birth of the "Death Knight" a given reality, and to make Gu Tianqing's "destined death" a reality.
No matter what Irin does, no matter what step he takes, in the end, he is still being played with and applauded by the high-ranking masters.
rumbling.
rumbling.
at this time.
A violent vibration came from under his feet.
is below.
Irin's face changed.
The black and thin old man laughed and said, "It's started."
Tianqing Gu shrugged: "It belongs to God's evil taste."
Connor smiled indifferently: "The last one should be able to catch up, right?"
Irin felt release.
He felt that the lower layer was collapsing rapidly.
Down the ninth floor, it is collapsing into dust, and the surrounding becomes a void of "mortal death".
The undead who did not have time to reach the ninth floor died completely under this wave of collapse.
The brutal stage needs a little bit of exciting special effects.
Undoubtedly, for them on the top, this can bring some fun to their long and boring life.
"While there's still time, let me have some fun."
Connor D. Solomon smiled heartily, like a sunny and handsome boy next door, he carried a giant sword and walked towards Yilin step by step.
Facing Connor, Yi Rin had the illusion that he was facing a high mountain, which was difficult to shake.
Legend!
Irin's heart sank.
There is no doubt that the Conor D. Solomon in front of him gives Irin the feeling that he is an out-and-out legend!
Moreover, he is standing on the peak, and he is only one step away from stepping into the next realm... Legend of the peak!
Wow!
In the blink of an eye, Connor slowly slashed a sword towards Irin from a distance of dozens of meters.
When he swings his sword, it feels like he is holding a mountain in his hand and falling down easily.
"die!"
Connor did not speak.
But between the electric light and flint, the mediocre giant sword seemed to absorb the surrounding light, making the scene of this layer bleak.
The distorted light and shadow formed a word in front of Irin's eyes.
-【die】!
【Analysis Horizon】!
Irin's eyes were covered with streamers.
Without hesitation, he entered the state of [Analytical Horizon].
From the end of the great sword, extended "trajectory lines", passing through Irin's head without exception.
Deduce, calculate, try.
Under the [Analysis Horizon], Yi Rin has enough "time" to analyze the opponent's attack routine and respond accordingly.
Do not…
But soon, Yi Rin was surprised to find that Connor's sword did not have any fancy trajectory, and there was no hidden "skill" effect.
is a sword!
The fading of the lead is gone, a sword that is as simple as possible!
This sword even reminded Yi Rin of Mo Rendi's fist!
not good!
He and Mo Rendi... are the same type of person!
The kind of person who breaks physical limitations with pure force!
"Tsk, you're the type I hate too."
In Irin's "Vision", Connor's great sword suddenly accelerated. At that moment, Yi Rin's pupils shrank suddenly. When all the surrounding things flowed at a "slow speed", Connor's giant sword suddenly became a normal flow speed, giving him a kind of "his sword splitting time" "Illusion!
The giant sword passed through Yi Rin's body and split him in half, but Connor frowned, smiled instead of startled, and swept again. Irene".
"Call—"
Irin let out a breath, and in a hurry, the halo on his wrists lit up, and [Zizaifa Mirage] created countless phantoms, avoiding Connor's two swords.
The brief contact left a deep impression on Irin.
Connor D. Solomon is a typical melee apostle, no, it should be said to be the ultimate melee type. His control of his own power has reached an incredible state. With the sword just now, when the giant sword shattered Yi Rin's phantom, the tip of his sword stopped accurately at a distance of less than one centimeter from the ground, and then he quickly swung out the second sword.
The connection of these two swords is smooth and smooth, without the slightest extra movement. Even the "inertia" thing seems to have been "eliminated" by Connor. His two swords did not cause any damage to the surrounding environment or the ground, and the highly condensed power brought Iraq. Rin's heart palpitated.
Thousands of phantoms danced repeatedly around the three candidate knights.
Irin's "Mirage", every phantom is equal to the real, with a heartbeat and breathing, enough to make the fake real.
After looking around, Connor quickly set his eyes on a phantom not far away, and smiled slightly: "Unfortunately, it seems that our relationship is not very good."
Irin's face sank.
Connor was right.
Irin didn't even admit it.
But after the brief contact, Irin understood one thing in the shortest time.
This man who carried a giant sword and used pure melee ability, reached the pinnacle of the legendary level, and was about to become a conquering knight in the future - Conor D. Solomon,
is his "natural enemy"!
Natural nemesis!
Not to mention the undead.
In the circle of the apostles, there has always been a saying of "phase nature".
The evolutionary direction of each apostle cannot cover every aspect.
Everyone has natural enemies.
Just like Yilin himself, all "curse-type" abilities are ineffective against him, and he is the natural enemy of this type of apostle.
At this moment, when facing Connor, Yi Rin intuitively told him that this person's evolutionary direction was completely opposite to his.
This is the taste of "natural enemies".
The two of them are very different from each other.
"Hopefully we can have a good time."
Connor smiled politely, and accurately judged Yi Rin's true body, with an unremarkable New Year's sword technique, and slashed towards Yi Rin.
"Rin!"
A figure from far to near, the speed is fast, like a golden meteor, bright and dazzling.
A familiar golden knight's sword stabbed Irin's eyes and blocked Connor's sword.
Million arrived in time to protect the cook.
And listen to the next decomposition.
(end of this chapter)
