Qin Feng and Isabella were in tandem, sandwiching the Angel of Death in the middle.
"Ruan Fury is not talking nonsense, your strength has indeed increased a lot." He said coldly, and slowly pulled out the foil sword hanging on his waist with his right hand.
There was a bluish reflection on the sword's edge, which looked like it was poisoned. You must know that in the first two battles, his foil sword was not poisonous.
"Then what have you seen? For example, my current level." Isabella said this in a cliché.
The Death Angel raised his eyebrows: "People with high levels can naturally see what level people with lower levels are. You don't think you are better than me, do you? Do you really think I can't see it? You now have the ability of a baron peak." In terms of strength, compared to me, the Viscount, it is still far behind."
The beautiful instructor smiled: "So you are at the peak of Baron. I really don't know what level I am. Thank you. By the way, why do you need to quench poison on your sword? Is it because you are afraid of us?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hit me if you want. Is there no poison on your dagger?" He then realized that he had been fooled. If he had known better, he would not have said so many words and let the other party guess.
"As you wish." Qin Feng thought, and the flying sword flew away from his feet and pointed directly at the throat of the Angel of Death.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities." The Angel of Death swung his foil sword, successfully swung the flying sword away, and then focused his main attention on Isabella.
Because he felt that relatively speaking, Isabella was more dangerous than Qin Feng. The strong self-healing ability of the vampires gave them strong fighting power. Unless it was a one-hit kill, no one could guarantee that the viscount would not fall into the trap of the baron. in hand.
However, his judgment was wrong.
The person in charge of the main attack was Mr. Qin, while Isabella just kept wandering around the perimeter, attacking once or twice from time to time, and they separated immediately upon contact, not giving the opponent a chance to stalk her.
Young Master Qin's attacks were quite sharp, with flying swords, spells and charms coming one after another. In addition, the Angel of Death diverted part of his attention to the beautiful instructor, so he immediately felt overwhelmed.
"Ice pick, go to hell." When Qin Feng cursed these words, an ice pick did not appear, but a five or six meter long fire dragon, which burned away a bunch of hair of the angel of death.
"Fire Dragon, go to hell."
This time the Death Angel gained experience and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it. As a result, a bolt of lightning hit him accurately on the back of his head.
Being fooled twice in a row made him feel very humiliated and shouted: "Damn Chinese people, what's the point of making false claims in the east and west? If you have the guts, fight me head-on."
"Damn bat, aren't I going to fight you head-on?" Young Master Qin responded: "You can't dodge even if you attack in the east or west. It's because you don't have the ability, okay? The fire dragon is here again."
The Angel of Death subconsciously dodged to the side, but was caught by the flying fire dragon, and very little of his hair was burned.
Young Master Qin used it with ease.
"Soulless." The Angel of Death flapped its wings fiercely and flew towards Qin Feng desperately, determined to capture him even if both sides suffered losses.
When... poof...
As soon as he flew halfway, he was hit by Isabella who swooped down from above. His body was like a kite with its string broken, and it hit the ground heavily, making a big crater.
When he was being beaten, he remembered that there was another opponent.
He stood up from the pit in disgrace, panting heavily. He suffered losses one after another from the beginning. It seemed that he had to change his strategy.
Before coming here, he looked down on the Raging Angel and laughed at him for his incompetence. Qin Feng and Isabella had to deal with him and had to run away. Now he really understands that he wants to take down these two people in front of him. It's not easy to work with people who have a tacit understanding.
"Viscount transforms." He growled, and his body muscles made a crackling sound.
Qin Feng in the sky stared: "Wife Shasha, what is going on?"
"At the expense of a certain part of one's own life force, in exchange for a short-term improvement in strength, this is a unique skill of the noble-level vampires." She replied.
Below, the body of the Death Angel has grown by one-third, and its membrane wings have also become much larger. The foil sword in his hand is covered with a layer of white energy fluctuations, and a foot-long sword light emerges from the tip, like A very venomous snake's letter.
"According to the arrangement just now, I will attack you head-on." He said solemnly: "It seems that the enemy has become difficult to deal with, and we need to kill him to avoid trouble in the future."
"No problem." The beautiful instructor ran towards the flank of the Angel of Death.
Qin Feng rushed forward, grabbed the air with both hands, and a man-made anti-tank missile launcher appeared out of thin air. After quickly locking the target, he pressed the launch button without thinking.
Whoosh...
The missile dragged a long tail flame and moved very fast.
The Angel of Death swung his sword and was cut in half by the missile. Although the missile still exploded, the destructive power was minimized and did not cause him any form of damage.
"Chinese boy, I burned my life force as the price, how could I be injured by a mere human weapon, just accept your life." He threw the foil sword, flapped his wings at the same time, and came towards him one after another.
Ding dong…
The flying sword and the foil sword collided together, and the flying sword was knocked away. Qin Feng felt a huge shock in his chest and had already suffered internal injuries.
The most direct result is that his mobility is limited and his movements are not as agile as before.
Seeing that the huge body of the Death Angel was about to collide, his heart was in his throat, and he could only place his hope on his own spiritual shield.
As for whether the spiritual shield can block it, he has no idea at all. If it is someone who is not as strong as himself, he has great hope, but he is facing an opponent who is obviously stronger than himself.
The strong wind brought by the huge body of the Death Angel has blown onto Qin Feng's face, like a knife cutting him.
Just as he was about to be hit, the scene seemed to suddenly stop.
A white shadow jumped up from behind the Angel of Death, and there was a dagger stuck in the guy's head.
Isabella took the opportunity to make a sneak attack and stabbed all the daggers into the angel of death's heavenly cap.
The body that jumped high began to descend. She stepped on the opponent's shoulders gracefully, and then the two of them began to descend rapidly.
Plop...
The two legs of the Death Angel were completely submerged in the soil. Isabella raised her other leg, stepped on the base of the dagger, and then swayed with the sole of her foot.
The Death Angel's head was turned into a paste by the sharp dagger.
Qin Feng let out a long breath, feeling as if he had escaped. Fortunately, Shasha's wife arrived in time, otherwise, he would have been seriously injured again.
He swooped down, holding a flying sword in his hand, and pierced the heart of the Angel of Death.