"Is this your true strength?"

Looking at the man standing in front of him under the moonlight, Mandrill slowly spoke.

Hearing this, Chang Geng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a little surprised.

It's a bit tricky.

This sounds like the other party is getting serious, which is not good.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chang Geng's mouth, and he didn't say a word. He just stood there, looking quite calm and relaxed.

But in fact, Chang Geng was using his brain at this time, frantically looking for a way to break the situation.

The blow just now consumed a lot of his strength, but it had little effect. If he really used it against the immortal opposite, he might be the first to suffer.

However, the mandrill would not leave him too much time. As soon as the power of the moonlight sword disappeared, the young immortal rushed up again with a spear, forcing Chang Geng to continue to work hard to deal with it.

Sure enough, the mandrill, who had regained his strength, once again improved to a higher level in terms of his response to moves and the smoothness of his movements.

In the past, Chang Geng could still use some tricks to take advantage, but now it was as if he was facing an airtight wall pressing towards him, unable to find any weaknesses in the other party.

But this is normal. After all, Mandrill has amazing combat experience. As long as he adapts to the opponent's fighting style, he can quickly adjust his fighting style to the mode that is most suitable for the current situation.

"Bang!"

The gun barrel and the sword blade collided again, making a crisp sound.

Seeing this, Chang Geng wanted to retract his sword and turn his attack around, but Mandrill didn't let him go. He actually stuck to him directly with the spear in his hand, preventing the sword blade in the man's hand from leaving the spear in the slightest.

You must know that Mandrill would never pursue a situation like this before, but now he took the initiative to come forward, which made Chang Geng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Forced back by Mandrill, Chang Geng had no choice but to spend some of his strength to attach himself to the lightsaber again and forcefully push away the opponent.

But the good times didn't last long. Before he could rest for a while, the mandrill and his gun were stuck to him again, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Tch, have the immortals started using this method too?"

At this time, the two sides were in different positions, and Chang Geng became the one who was disgusted and uncomfortable.

He pouted and stabbed out one sword after another, but all he could get was collisions with the spear again and again.

Listening to the man's sarcastic words, Mandrill's heart did not waver, and the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

To him, as long as he can win, these small changes are nothing.

The spear danced in mid-air, whipping up strong winds and shattering the stone pillars and ruins scattered around.

Rubbles shot out between the two of them, piercing the corners of Chang Geng's clothes, but they were quickly repaired by the power of the earth veins around him.

But it is not difficult to see that Chang Geng has long been at a disadvantage in the duel between the two.

On the other side, Mandrill pressed forward step by step, using the marksmanship he had learned over the years to force the opponent to confront him head-on.

Gradually, Chang Geng became unable to resist. Facing the immortal power surrounding the immortal, he could not express his sorrow.

Especially since the other party's power, in addition to the immortal power, also has a mysterious power of legacy. Applying his power to it will have little effect. The power of legacy is like putting a protective shield on the opponent's immortal power.

Same, making it impossible for him to break.

Originally, there was a big difference in strength, but now the opponent has added a layer of buff to him. Chang Geng really couldn't think of any good way to deal with it.

The clanking sound of steel clashing echoed between the two of them, and the sword in the man's hand became increasingly weak.

good chance!

Spotting the unstable hilt of the sword in Chang Geng's hand, Mandrill quickly raised the gun and charged forward.

At this brief moment of opportunity, the attack from the immortal left Chang Geng with nowhere to hide.

Oops.

Chang Geng secretly thought something was wrong, so he had to quickly gather all his strength in front of him in an attempt to reduce some of the injuries.

But just when the emerald green spear tip was about to touch the man's body, a violent burst of fire burst out from the sides of the two men, like a tiger that chose to devour others, and pounced on the young immortal who leaned forward.

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The fierce flames came so fast that even Mandrill didn't react. At this time, his only focus was on Chang Geng, and he was unable to resist at all.

"boom!"

The next second, the long sword made of blazing flames struck Mandrill, tearing all the celestial power condensed around him into pieces, and forcing him back dozens of steps in one breath.

The firelight swayed under the night cover, and in the bright reflection, an old man slowly walked towards the two of them.

Seeing this, Chang Geng finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his delay was not in vain.

The man turned around and waved his hand to the old man.

"Old man, you finally got up. I almost died."

Hearing this, the old man forced out a hoarse voice.

"Thank you."

Feeling the strong fire elemental power in the old man's body, Chang Geng shrugged helplessly.

Who would have thought that a person with such strong fire elemental power would have such an indifferent personality.

But now that the two of them have the same interests, it's better not to have any disputes.

Mandrill stretched out his hand, patted the dust that was splattered on his body, used his immortal power to repair the damaged clothes, and looked forward.

Two people, an old man and a young man, stood together, one holding a blazing flame, like the mighty sun, the other warm and moist like water, like the bright moon in the sky.

The powers of the two near-gods seem very contradictory, but they echo each other.

At the same time, facing the two people joining forces, Mandrill felt that the pressure on himself was a little greater.

Obviously this is the outcome he least wants to face.

"Is this still a miscalculation?"

After calming down his breathing, Mandrill looked at the two people whose strength was constantly spurting out from their bodies.

Paying too much attention to the later men made him lose his guard against the old man. This was a mistake that should not have happened.

Mandrill gently rubbed his temples, feeling a long-lost fatigue.

Are you too tired from patrolling before the Lantern Festival? It seems like it’s time to relieve your physical fatigue after this battle.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With this thought, he raised the spear in his hand again, increasing the power output of the weapon in his body.

Because he had to face two near gods at the same time, he did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

Immortal power flowed out of Mandrill's body like a mighty river, even dyeing the area within a few meters of his body with a thick layer of dark green.

Chang Geng felt a palpitation in his heart just by looking at it from a distance.

The next second, the mandrill moved.

The young immortal held a spear and shuttled back and forth under the night like a dark phantom.

Its speed is such that even two near-gods cannot catch it.

Fast, too fast!

And as time goes by, the opponent's speed is still accelerating.

No, we can't let him continue to speed up like this.

"Drink!"

Following Chang Geng's loud shout, the lightsaber faced the charging spear head-on, creating a violent storm.

There was a crisp sound between the spear and the sword blade, which rang in the ears of several people.

Different from Mandrill's previous fighting method, this time he chose to retreat with one blow instead of continuing to struggle.

This is normal. After all, there is a near-god who is eyeing him with eager eyes. How can he focus on Chang Geng like before?

Sure enough, as soon as Mandrill pulled away his weapon, a long sword spitting out flames struck at him from the other side, forcing him to brandish his gun in defense.

With the two of them joining forces, Mandrill's original advantages in weapons and body were reduced to a minimum, and he was even at a disadvantage in the fight.

The two of them were like, "You sing and I'll come on." Their coordination was a little lacking at the beginning, but Mandrill was able to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

But as time went by, the three of them fought more and more often, and the old man and the man's cooperation became more and more fluent, which made Mandrill almost breathless.

Obviously he is superior to the other two in terms of strength level, but he is unable to fight back due to this kind of cooperation, which is really depressing.

The two long swords slashed at the young immortal one after another, leaving no time for the opponent to regroup.

But who is Mandrill? He has experienced hundreds of battles and quickly found the fatal weakness in the two men's offense after a period of adaptation.

That's...impatient.

That's right, looking at it now, he doesn't have to worry at all. He only needs to drag the other side in the same way Chang Geng dragged him just now, and then this two-on-one siege will be broken without any attack.

Because neither the old man nor Chang Geng is in a state that can sustain such high-intensity continuous consumption, the two must decide the winner in a short time.

After figuring this out, Mandrill's movements became more leisurely.

Even in some places where frontal contact was required before, Mandrill took the initiative to give in for the first time.
To be continued...