Chapter 281: Swamp Killing

It was almost dusk, but the fog around the swamp covered the sky and the sun. Judging from the light alone, it was dark. There was endless silence in the thick fog, making people unable to understand what was inside. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the edge, which was very rapid.

A man gasped and staggered out of the fog. He was wearing light armor, but it was already broken. It seemed to be crisscrossed by sharp blades, and it was already bloody and extremely terrifying. After the thick fog, the man's eyes suddenly lit up a lot.

But he still couldn't see clearly. He hurriedly wiped his face, wiped off the blood stains that were stuck on his eyes, looked down at a protrusion on his chest plate, which contained extremely important things. He suddenly felt something was wrong behind him, and this feeling saved many times in the thick fog.

This is also something his companions do not have. The iron stick in his instinctive hand swept across the back, but it was the Bodhidharma staff technique among the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

He is Moulton, the guardian knight of the Church of Light, and Huigang's second disciple.

Apart from the breastplate, there was no place without injuries on Moldon's body. There were wounds and blood everywhere. The weapon in his hand was not the kind of wooden sticks holding iron three years ago, but a staff made of steel, which was not used to perform magical arts.

Instead, it is simply used as a cold weapon. The staff is densely engraved with runes, which is exactly the same as the scarred Moldon, but the staff is much new.

His heart moved at will, and the iron rod was swung behind. Morton's body flipped out of thin air. Then the momentum stood in the back. Almost at the moment when he moved, a black shadow suddenly appeared where Morton was standing, and several small holes were pierced on the ground.

Morton's stick was standing in front of him, and he put on a defensive posture, looking vigilantly at the direction of the thick fog in front of him. There was still the afterglow of the sunset in the sky, and then the light could be seen. In the air at the edge of the thick fog, several human-shaped shadows were floating faintly.

It looked extremely blurry, vaguely the shadow of the warrior holding a weapon, and it seemed like blue smoke and the wind would dissipate as soon as the wind blew. However, Morton felt like he was facing a great enemy, and even a look of despair was in it, with these shadow warriors without form in front of him.

In the pursuit of the thick fog swamp, more than a dozen companions around him had been killed. Only he saved his life with the martial arts learned by Teacher Folite three years ago. He didn't know why he could escape, but Morton himself did not expect that he could run out of the boundless terrifying thick fog.

Moulton inhaled and his whole body began to operate according to the methods taught by Huigang. His personality was quite calm, so after Henry, the swordsman who was flying and taking off, learned from the monk, what really made some progress was the skills of those hard bridges and hard horses from outsiders.

On the contrary, Morton gained more in power operation, which also made him a better warrior than Henry. Among the senior personnel of the Church of Light in the Audan Empire, Morton was more rated than Henry.

As Malton's internal force was running, due to some unexplainable situation, the internal force of the light attribute on his body was rapidly distributed. Under the action of the magic rune, the steel rod in his hand began to emit a faint golden light, and the thick fog at this time was heavy.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the light of the weapon in Morton's hand gradually became brighter, and several faint shadows flew out from the thick fog. At this time, it was not only the image of a warrior but also the appearance of an animal, but as the sky was dark, they gradually couldn't see clearly.

Gradually they disappeared into the darkness, but they all seemed very taboo about the light in Morton's hand and did not dare to attack easily. The scars on Morton's body and the fatigue of running away also made him stand there to recover some physical strength. After a period of stalemate.

An illusory sound came from the edge of the thick fog:

"A respectable warrior, your strength and fighting skills make me feel extremely novel. I really hope you can join us. Our differences are on the little thing in your breastplate. Return him to me and you can get everything you want."

The sound seemed to be several huge metal spheres colliding with each other, which was very harsh and harsh. Morton had recovered a little. Hearing these tempting words that did not say any conditions, he knew in his heart that the owner of this sound in the thick fog could really give him everything he wanted.

Thinking of this, a chuckled slit on the corner of Malton's mouth. Now the thick fog is dark inside and outside, and the only object that can glow is the steel rod in Malton's hand.

But the existence in the thick fog seemed to have seen Moldon's smile and launched an attack order. The warriors and animals formed by shadows have completely disappeared into the darkness, but Moldon knew in his heart that these shadow warriors were in all directions.

At this time, even though Morton had excellent eyesight, he could not see clearly what was in the dark. Suddenly, he remembered what the monk said to him back then:

"Sometimes, the battle of the enemy is not through the eyes, but through the mind, through all your sensory organs, from the flow of air, from the tremor of the land, and even from the conscious changes in your heart, so that you can know the enemy's attacks with your hands."

Now Moulton's physical strength is no longer allowed to do some postures with a larger range of dodging movements. He does not allow wounds, physical strength, and environment does not allow him.

It was only a risky attempt. Morton suddenly felt a move in his heart, and suddenly felt a little tightened behind him. His figure flashed, and the steel staff in his hand slashed straight to the back. A scream came from the void behind him, and attacks came from both sides and up and down at the same time.

Morton's wrist trembled, and the steel rod turned like a windmill. The steel rod with a slight golden light turned into a round light curtain. All shadow creatures attacking in the dark seemed to be extremely taboo about this light, making obscure and unexplainable sounds, dodging them one after another.

As the battle progressed, Morton's eyes slowly closed and his whole body merged into the darkness. All the feelings on his body were opened, and he sensitively detected all the movements around him. He felt faintly that he seemed to be in infinite darkness, and many light spots were rotating around him.

Those light spots are enemies. Because the body and mind are completely relaxed, no matter how shadow warriors or animals attack, they are defended by Moulton in advance with the most effective movements. The most effective movement often costs Moulton the smallest movements.

So although the frequency of battles is getting faster and faster, Morton is still at ease, and is much calmer than when he fled.

After only ten minutes of this, the scar on Moldon's body was only a cut through his leather armor. However, the shadows, under Moldon's own judgment, should have been three dead. The sound suddenly sounded again in the thick fog. This time there were some questions in the sound:

"Without the barrier of the swamp, why don't you continue to run?"

Then he roared himself, his voice full of resentment and anger:

"You bastard of the church of light, you are delaying your time."

Before Morton could answer, he felt that the attacks of the shadows around him suddenly began to storm. But now Morton is just holding the Dharma Staff Technique, which is the most central and peaceful weapon routine in Shaolin Temple in his previous life.

Although the offense is slightly insufficient, it is really easy to defend. Although the shadows around them are invisible, the attacks and routines are very different.

But as long as they act, they will cause changes in airflow or energy and power around them, and they will be known by Morton's strange sensory ability. The steel rod with the power of light in his hand will appear exactly where they need to be prepared to block the attack. You must know that the body of the shadow warrior is composed of energy, and the most harmful to them is the opposite energy. The light emitted by the steel rod in Morton's hand is truly their nemesis.

Moreover, the power on Moulton is slightly different from the light holy power or fighting spirit of the Light Church. For these shadow warriors, there is a power that they feel more afraid of. Although they have no attributes, after being touched, the damage effect is greater than that of the holy power.

At about a few hundred meters away from the direction of the battle, several apertures of different sizes were suddenly projected from mid-air. The apertures were composed of various magic symbols. Several apertures were instantly superimposed on the ground, and a melodious sound in the void was slightly transmitted.
Chapter completed!