"Bang bang bang", the energy is everywhere and energy is everywhere.

The battlefield is completely different from the Countess and Master Lana. It is quiet and without any breath of fireworks, while the battlefield between roses and crows is fierce as if the end of the world is coming.

Although the energy is always confined within two meters around the body, even if the energy is colliding, it does not overflow too much, so as not to cause too much damage to the surrounding environment, there is no complete item in the space within two meters, and there is not even a fragment. The original decorations and furniture were destroyed at the first time at the battle and turned into pure powder.

Originally, the two of them had some reservations in their battles, and they were not so focused on fighting. They paid more attention to each other, testing each other's virtuality and reality, and also testing each other's attitude.

Until the appearance of the female leopard made both of them sure that the other party's attitude would not change any more, and there was no chance of recovery, the only remaining barrier was finally completely torn apart, and the last little warmth and expectation were replaced by determination.

The two of them have extremely strong will, and their inner firmness is not something that ordinary people can understand. Once they make a decision, they will not look back. Whether it is for their dreams or for survival, since they have made up their minds, and since... they can't go back, then continue to move forward, cut off their former bonds, say goodbye to the parasol and the past, and use blood and death to welcome the survivors' rebirth.

It doesn't matter who comes first and who comes later. The two made the most decisive decision at almost the same time. After their final enlightenment, their mental and physical states rose to the peak at the same time. So nothing could interfere with the crow and the rose. Their full attention was betting on the battle. At this time, it seemed that everything had disappeared in their consciousness. Whether it was Master Lana or the Countess, even the female leopard that shrank into a ball of sobbing in despair, no longer existed, let alone those irrelevant furniture and debris.

They walked through the thick solid wood tables and chairs calmly, leaving only the sky full of wood powder and hard metal furniture behind them, which could not stop them from passing by. Where the daggers and parasols passed, only iron filings were flying.

There was no obstacle between advancing and retreating, because in their eyes, there was no such thing at all. The two of them had only each other in their sight, and there was nothing else besides that.

The fighting style that is unpredictable? It is just a path of opportunism. At this time, the two daggers of the crow are no longer the letters of the poisonous snake or the needle of the poisonous bee, but have turned into the fangs of the beast. Although they are both bloodthirsty and cruel, and the same strange and tricky way, they will never hide their heads and tails, without any concealment, without hesitation, and will never stop until they achieve their goal.

In the narrow space, the rose parasol is no longer the same as before. The elegance and grace that are always maintained in the battles in the past are gone. Every action chooses the fastest speed, the shortest distance, the smallest angle, and the greatest effect. Every attack and defense, and every movement interprets the meaning of simplicity and efficiency. Pick, thorn, chop, block, and simple movements carry huge power. Any existence blocking the parasol path will turn into ashes. Although it is no longer as beautiful as flowers, it brings the beauty of violence and power to the extreme.

Sometimes, you will fight and fist to the flesh, as if the bayonet will be red in the next moment. Sometimes, you will face each other from afar, and bullets and energy beams fly across, creating a barrage in the carriage.

Sometimes you are down-to-earth, sometimes you float in the sky, and sometimes you run horizontally along the wall.

Sometimes it is as fast as lightning, and the naked eye cannot capture the figures of the two. There is only the sound of qi fighting and the sparks flashing when the weapon collides. Sometimes it is as slow as carrying a heavy burden, and the slow movement makes it difficult to distinguish the movement process.

As time goes by, the battle between the crow and the rose becomes more and more intense and becomes more and more intense. Moreover, it can be seen from the sound and light effects or the energy intensity that the two are evenly matched and it is difficult to decide the outcome.

But the crow knew that he was heading for failure.

He has an energy reserve that is far superior to ordinary second-level energy controllers. In terms of energy reserves alone, he can even be comparable to most first-level energy controllers. Therefore, he can withstand a long-term battle. The longer the battle lasts, the more beneficial it is to him. It can be said that opponents of the same level or even higher level can't kill him in seconds, then he can laugh to the end.

But today he realized that he could not count roses.

Because roses are like they are not consumed at all.

Whether it is energy reserves or physical strength, no matter how long the battle lasts, there is no sign of consumption.

The battle between the two entered the most intense state from the beginning. After lasting for so long, even the crow himself could clearly feel that the energy reserves in his body had changed. The rose attacked more frequently than him and used more power than him. However, there was no ups and downs in the continuous movements. He was completely unconscious of what he was doing, and he was simply... an ignorant plant.

Damn it, this kind of trump card is simply cheating. Is this the reason why no one dares to easily extend his tentacles to the blood alley? It's really a rose.

The crow was so active that the answer was found the moment he discovered the problem. The number of energy-controlling people in the plant-type soul image was extremely rare, and they were either strong or weak, with serious polarization. The crow didn't know the reason before, but now he knew. Hell, these people were like real plants, growing at a very slow rate, but once they grew up, they were terrible and tireless. They were born to restrain the existence of freaks like themselves.

"Do you understand?" Another dagger and the parasol were fighting, and the two of them floated back at the same time. With the thoughts in their hearts, they flashed across their minds like lightning. The crow's eyes met Rose's one-eye. Rose did not speak, but from her cold eyes, the crow read her heart, "I understand now, you can't win."

"Yes, it's just a waste of time to continue like this." Without moving forward to fight, the crow's wrist flipped, and the two daggers disappeared in his hands at the same time. He shook his head and sighed softly, "And it will definitely be defeated in the end."

"Ha, just be able to recognize the reality." Rose stopped and said calmly, "It seems that you have decided to open your trump card. I suggest you should be faster, you don't have much time."

"Oh?" The crow narrowed his eyes, "Is there too much time?"

"Well, my patience is limited."
Chapter completed!