Soon, three patrolling black heavy-armored soldiers slowly appeared in the arched passageway in front of him.
Seeing Lin Sheng approaching, the three of them did not say a word and charged at him silently like wild bulls.
Amidst the dull thuds of footsteps, the first soldier swung his sword at Lin Sheng's chest. He dodged it with a sidestep.
Lin Sheng's arm grabbed the soldier's neck at lightning speed and twisted it forcefully.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the heavy-armored soldier's head twisted 180 degrees on the spot. He lost all his strength and knelt on the ground.
Lin Sheng grabbed the heavy sword from the corpse's hand and held it horizontally in front of him.
Clang clang.
The heavy sword blocked the attacks of the two soldiers that came after.
His speed was much faster than these soldiers. When they completed one move, Lin Sheng had already completed three.
This was also the key reason why Lin Sheng was able to move with ease.
After the two heavy-armored soldiers were blocked, the iron shield in their other hand slammed at Lin Sheng.
Unfortunately, Lin Sheng took a step back first and flipped the heavy sword in his hand, cunningly slashing at the wrists of the two soldiers.
With two crisp clangs, the heavy swords in their wrists fell on the spot.
Lin Sheng took another step back, waiting for the shield attack of the two soldiers to weaken before he also fiercely charged at them.
Saint Power surged in his body and a white light appeared on his shoulder.
Bang!!
Lin Sheng hit the two black shields head-on.
With a loud crash, the two heavy-armored soldiers were sent flying. The hand holding the shield was clearly bent and fractured.
Lin Sheng quickly stepped forward. With a flash of his sword, the two throats were cut.
Soon, two black lines condensed and quickly entered his chest.
Lin Sheng sorted out the information. Other than some boring memories of drinking and farting, it was a mess of mosaics.
Other than increasing his soul capacity, the rest was meaningless.
Skillfully taking off the equipment of the soldiers, Lin Sheng put them on one by one.
His body size was not much different from these soldiers, so it did not look out of place.
After changing into a set of heavy armor, he continued to walk in the opposite direction. He intended to walk to the end and see for himself.
Soon, a collapsed wall blocked Lin Sheng's way.
He raised his sword and poked it.
The wall was very thick. It would take a lot of energy and time to break through it.
Lin Sheng tried but could not find the exit to leave the dungeon. The only exit was blocked by the collapsed wall.
Unable to find the exit, he could only turn around and walk deeper into the dungeon.
Since he could only go down, he might as well get rid of that damned Fatso.
Following the previous direction, Lin Sheng quickly returned to the corner. After resting here for a while, he continued to move forward and soon stood in the depths of the dungeon.
The gray fog grew thicker and thicker.
The visible distance quickly shrank from ten meters to four or five meters.
Lin Sheng's footsteps became slower and slower.
He gripped his heavy sword tightly and began to walk as lightly as possible.
This time, he did not change into the metal boots. He was still wearing his sneakers.
The sound of his shoes stepping on the hard and rough ground was almost inaudible.
Lin Sheng maintained his stance. His armor, sword, and shield did not collide. He tried his best to be as quiet as possible.
As he moved forward.
A two-meter tall giant shadow appeared in front of him.
Through the fog, the shadow could vaguely make out the black armor it was wearing. It was the fire-breathing Black Fatso.
Lin Sheng quickly stopped. He carefully moved forward.
Soon, he found the wooden shield and armor that he had left behind when he died, as well as the small black cloth bag that contained his spoils of war.
He switched the Wooden Shield to his hand, then picked up the small black bag and put it in the pocket of his sportswear.
After doing all that.
Lin Sheng once again looked at the giant shadow in front of him.
Holding the heavy sword tightly, he tried to walk as lightly as possible and slowly approached.
Pa … Pa … Pa …
Six meters.
Five meters.
Four meters.
Three meters!!
Bam!!
Lin Sheng suddenly burst forward, his heavy footsteps stomped on the ground.
"Charge!!"
"Trample!!"
"Sacred Shield!!!"
The Sacred Shield Tyrant's standard Charge was instantly used.
Lin Sheng's heavy sword was clamped on the edge of the shield, his whole body lit up with holy light.
His body slightly expanded, purple lines appeared between his brows, and all the strength in his body was concentrated on this one strike.
Bang!!!
Lin Sheng was like a lion, slamming into Black Fatso's back.
The tip of the heavy sword, which was glowing with white light, finally pierced through the fatty's back under the superposition of the huge impact.
Roar!!
Fatso roared in pain, turned around and swung his fist.
The huge fist was accompanied by the spikes on the arm armor, and it swept down like a stone pillar.
Lin Sheng lowered his head and somersaulted to the side, pulling out his sword and dodging the fist. He quickly rushed through the gap on Fatso's side and came to his back again.
Pchht!!
Using all his strength, Lin Sheng's heavy sword once again lit up with a white light, and stabbed into the wound.
Pchht!
This time, the heavy sword was much easier, and half of it went straight into the wound.
Roar!!!
Fatso roared, raised his head, and threw a punch at Lin Sheng.
This was extremely fast, and because there was no need to change direction, Lin Sheng was caught off guard, and could only let go of the hilt to take it.
Bam!!
The Wooden Shield in Lin Sheng's hand caved in, and splinters splashed out. He maintained a defensive posture, and slid a few meters away, leaving two black scorch marks on his feet.
Without waiting for him to catch his breath.
Fatso's second punch came crashing down.
Bam!
Lin Sheng half knelt on the ground, and blood flowed from the gap between his knees.
He held the shield in front of him, blocking the huge black fist in front of him.
Ahhhhh!!!
He roared, and somersaulted to the side to avoid the fist, then got up and jumped over Fatso's waist. In mid-air, he grabbed the hilt of the sword that stabbed into the wound.
Whoosh!
Coincidentally, Fatso's punch was blocked by Lin Sheng's half sword.
Bam!!!
The huge force hit the sword like a flood, and the sword cut open the waist at the edge of the wound, creating a huge gap.
This was Fatso's own strength! It was just that Lin Sheng used it to his advantage.
The sword was broken, and Lin Sheng's body was thrown out, crashing into the iron door of the cell.
Roar!!!
Fatso roared in pain, and covered the huge gap on his waist. A large amount of black blood, accompanied by gray smoke, gushed out from his wound.
The cut almost cut off half of his waist.
Fatty knelt on the ground with a thud. His tall body roared in anger, and tried to stand up again to charge at Lin Sheng.
"Pfft!" Lin Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and climbed up with difficulty, expressionless.
Just now, it was fortunate that the heavy armor on his body blocked most of the force.
Plus, he was thrown out, and did not take it head-on. Now, there was only a slight fracture and internal bleeding. The rest was not too serious.
Holding the broken sword, Lin Sheng stared at Fatso. Holding the sword with both hands, he adopted the standard charging stance of the Sacred Shield Tyrant.
"Instead of wandering here endlessly, why don't you come with me to kill!"
He raised the sword, and arched his body like a cheetah.
"Turn into holy light!!! Kill!!! "
Lin Sheng gathered all his strength, and white light appeared on the edge of his body.
"Charge!"
"Trample!"
"Sacred Shield!!!"
He roared, like a dying lion, and let out a final roar as he charged at his opponent.
At the same time, Fatso, who was on the ground, also roared, raised his fist, and used all his strength to smash at Lin Sheng.
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