Because of the different materials of the various weapons, when the weapons in Kasia's hands collided with the hard bones of Frangi, the timbre of the sound was completely different. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The forged steel sword in Kasia's hand once again burst into a huge gap, and the fine cracks covered the smooth blade, as if it had been hit by a stone, and it could turn into splinters that could fall to the ground at any moment. The palms of his hands were numb, the electrical signal transmission of the nerves was basically ineffective, and the hilt of the sword he was holding also felt a little unreal.

Beside it, a bee's fluttering sound sounded like a sword, and it was the sword of Horror and Iyeta, without the slightest sign of damage. Not even the sharp edge of the blade appeared to be dulled at all due to the violent collision. Their weapons were special, not to mention the terrifying cane and sword, and as early as the contact with Leigh, Kasia knew that this non-metallic material was coming. Iyeta's bronze dagger had never been seen before, but it was undoubtedly metal, possessing all the characteristics of metal, and each one was excellent. The dagger looked mottled and rough, but the surface was actually unusually smooth, with a cold glow on the blade and the color of snow in the sun.

"Hmm、、、"

Franri's body staggered forward, his feet, hands, and neck, where the half-naked muscles snapped open, and the bones were tinged a faint red in the flames that had not yet been extinguished. At this moment, his body collapsed.

Although the bones are extremely hard, what makes this skeleton harder than steel move is the strands of muscle tissue that are stirred together, and without the transmission of power, no matter how hard the bones are, they can only be discarded as a pile of scrap iron. The main motor muscles in the thighs and arms had been severed just now, and the three of them were among the best in the same group of people standing in the school, and they knew the anatomy of the human body and the related functions of various tissues by heart. Cutting them off with a sharp weapon is a breeze. After all, in their eyes, Francis only had the most difficult bones to deal with. Other than that, only the strength and speed are much higher than theirs, but not yet to the point of absolute suppression. As long as he can not be hit by the hardness of his bones, he will be killed by finding a flaw at that time, and he can barely carry it down for a while.

Francri's eyes were full of horror, and he was terrified by the feeling that his body could not be controlled by himself. He writhed his body on the iron frame, wounds on his legs, arms, and throat had begun to heal, and muscles proliferated and repaired. He had a little strength to move when he was completely on the ground.

But he didn't move, he was accumulating what strength he had, trying to burst out in an instant and save his life. The container was right next to him, and he thought he couldn't have died here. As he fell, the only remaining eyeball rolled rapidly, and he glanced at Sira not far in front of him, and it was full of longing eyes.

Sira stood still, holding a box and looking at him coldly, without any emotion inside, as if watching a small animal that had nothing to do with her die.

Lina stepped forward on the side, wearing high heels, the heels were very sharp and had been specially hardened to serve as a makeshift hard weapon. She aimed the heel of her heel at Francie in the eye and kicked him hard. The heel is very long, although it is not the kind of high specification of twelve or thirteen centimeters in such shoes, but seven or eight centimeters is definitely counted.

At this point, Kasia, Hack, and Iyeta stopped their tracks, twisted their bodies and ran towards Franri.

Francis was lying on the ground, twisting his head to the side, dodging Linna's attack. But he knew that this was only a temporary solution, and if he didn't distance himself from Linna, the heel of that heel would sooner or later stick into his eyes.

He propped himself up on the ground, his hands and feet exerting force at the same time, and the wound that had not fully healed was once again torn open by the tremendous force transmitted from it. The pain was unbearable, and his face was distorted. He wanted to roar to relieve his mental pain, but he didn't have a good throat and could only make a "whine" sound.

Franri's body flew off against the ground, uncontrolled with subtle force, and the scrape caused him to tumble on the steel plate, spinning and rushing towards the container.

"Bang 、、、"

The thin sheet of iron caved in response, and a large crater appeared, which could not resist Franry, who weighed as much as a block of steel of the same volume. After his body stopped, he immediately reached out and climbed onto the twisted and deformed iron sheet of the container, and before his body was straightened, the wound on his arm recovered a little. Even though he could only perform basic activities, he was in a state of madness, using the only strength he had at the moment to tear a large hole in it that he could burrow.

"Squeak 、、、" iron sheet was like a blank piece of paper, and he immediately pulled out a hole, and the darkness buried inside revealed a corner, and the fainter and fainter light of the fire illuminated it, and the appearance of the object was dim.

With ecstasy on his face, Franci was about to reach inside. The next moment, he saw that his outstretched hand was moving away from the container, and his body did not obey, and kicked him in the head, causing him to crash to the side.

His body stumbled against the twisted and distorted container, the thud of footsteps sounded on the floor, and Kasia had come to his side.

Francri kept shaking his head, he knew his weakness was there, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink when the water fell into it, and he was still making his last struggles. At this moment, Ieta caught up with the kicked Franri, and stomped firmly on his chest with one foot, stomping his body into the iron sheet. Francy reached for the foot, and the leg kicked out at the distance he had estimated in his head, trying to kick Ietta away. But it all missed, and the foot was instantly retracted.

At the same time, two swords were already hanging above his head, facing his eyes. There are fine bits of light reflected from it.

At this moment, only the two swords remained in Franri's eyes. The world in his eyes was completely occupied by the cold light on the sword, and it was a dazzling light, as if it was the dazzling result of the reflection of all the large droplets of water that were falling. The heart became cold, the blood vessels stirred like hydraulic pipes, and the blood clotted. He was afraid, knowing that the two swords would fall in the next moment, and he would not be able to dodge them no matter what. Hoping for someone to save him, Franci opened his mouth, his throat still unable to make a sound, but he still wanted to shout.

Two swords fell, one was a terrifying stabbing sword, and the other was a forged steel sword that Kasia was missing half of. They didn't give Francri a chance to speak out. As soon as Francri's mouth took on the shape of the first imperial text he wanted to shout, the sword sank from his eyes and into his brain, and stirred around a few times. (To be continued.) )