The Devil Inside

She saw Han Solo controlling thirty or forty long swords and attacking violently in a completely different style!

In the middle of the sword formation.

The super brave man drew his sword, a golden-ringed broadsword from the Far Eastern Islands, and held on with all his might.

Rachel stood up and watched it carefully for a moment.

There was a glimmer in her eyes. Han's swordsmanship was so superb. What was this move? "Dancing with the Sword with a Hanging Thread", so graceful!

"Are they sparring?" she said. "Seniors Han and Chaoxiong did not use their magic power to attack. The competition only stayed at the technical level."

Of course it is cut.

Moreover, it is like a "guided battle". A special training method where a teacher teaches his students moves.

The weird thing is that it was not Han Solo who was fed, but Superman.

"interesting--"

Viola was quite surprised.

She walked to the window and stood beside Isabella, who had been watching for a long time.

Isabella couldn't accept it, her amber eyes were full of surprise.

She always thought that Han Solo was a brain-type character, playing the role of "military advisor" in the team, mainly responsible for planning and life.

It's not that she looks down on people.

As the captain of the Empire's vanguard, she deeply understands how important it is to formulate a suitable development plan and take good care of every member.

The bottom line of a team lies in the frontline fighters. As long as the fighters are of sufficient quality, there is no big difference.

The upper limit of a team lies in planning.

Proper planning helps to rally people's hearts. If everyone is united and works together instead of fighting each other, then even if there are no "star players" in the team, it can still go far.

just now.

"What exquisite swordsmanship, and more than one kind. This Han Solo is showing off his skills. It is already very difficult to control so many swords, but the attack method of each of his swords is different, and even the style is different! This skill--"

It’s really stunning.

Isabella looked at Viola and asked, "Miss Viola, Mr. Han's swordsmanship is so superb? I think he is even worthy of the title of 'Sword Saint'."

Viola smiled. "I knew Han Solo was an excellent swordsman, but I didn't expect him to be this skilled! He can be so sharp even with spider silk, so what if he holds the sword with his hands? No wonder his fingers are so rough, he deserves it."

"??"

What does this have to do with rough fingers, and how did you know?

Subconsciously, Isabella glanced at Viola's chest.

I can only say that the scale is okay.

There was no way they could compare to her, not to mention that there was a supermodel like Rachel in their team, so Viola could only eat at the same table with Leila.

the other side.

Rachel looked pleased and suddenly said, "My grandfather once commented on it. He believed that Han's swordsmanship was good enough to compete with the sword masters on the continent!"

For some reason, Viola felt a little jealous.

She glanced at Rachel, who was full of pride, and said nothing. She just thought, "It's not like your swordsmanship has reached that level. Why are you so happy?"

Isabella said: "Blood Lion's evaluation must be correct. It turns out that Mr. Han is so powerful.

I was blind and didn’t see it.”

"Normal, normal!"

Leila looked like an experienced person, shaking her head and waving her hands: "I also thought Han was a piece of trash at first, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful."

Chapter 184 #183 New Timer

The rain was getting heavier, hitting the armor, making a crackling sound. Bishop John the Younger of the Primitive Church and his men had already put on raincoats.

The spirit master stopped his horse.

The road under my feet extends forward and disappears into the cliffs overlooking the sea.

The spirit master has heard what Little John said.

This secret port was built in the early stages of the war between Elzlia and Zeslia. In order to win the war of aggression, Elzlia used this port to deliver aid to the rebels in Zeslia.

There were no signs of carriages or horses on the road below.

Are you caught up?

Little John drove his horse closer and said, "Sir, they don't seem to have moved yet. Look————

The spirit master was very calm.

According to his own thoughts, he should charge in and make great contributions at this moment. The two-star combat specialist can still get too little. Make a little contribution and strive for three stars.

The man known as the "Sword Ghost", Alan, is dead, and his position is vacant. This is an opportunity.

But "dead"

The three men who were watching on the high slope before were quite capable. They killed his seven servants in an instant. This group of criminals was not ordinary.

The Spirit Master asked, "Is there any other entrance or exit to this secret port?"

"The only road that can be used is the one we are on." Little John responded, "Of course, they can go by water."

"Then we just need to keep our troops in place and force them to the water."

As an insider, Lingzhu knows it very well.

At sea, the original church was invincible.

In the secret port, the competition is still going on.

"Hah-ah-ah!

Han Solo thinks that Superhero is somewhat ill.

He always shouts when he draws his sword. His strength is another matter, but his voice is really good. His shouts are shocking. Even after listening to them for more than ten minutes, every time he shouts, Han Solo still feels a little shaken.

After several fights, Chaoxiong felt extremely calm.

He suddenly realized:

The Rose Girl's skills don't seem to be that strong.

The blade circled around him, knocking away the flying sword. He raised his tiger paw and said to Han Solo, "That's enough."

Han Solo withdrew his hand, and the spiritual thread pulled the weapon around and hovered behind him.

“I don’t know how to describe my feelings.”

The super hero considered it.

He tried his best to organize his words, and then said: "Rose Girl's 'Sky Slayer' is probably a hundred times more powerful than yours. I'm conservative. Being under her green net, you feel like you have nowhere to hide, and you feel very small."

Han Solo said calmly, "She is a top-notch expert. Do you think I am? If I were at her level, I could also make you feel like you have nothing to hide."

""—You are right."

Chaoxiong held the sword horizontally and looked at the blade.

The blade reflected his face, and there was no longer much confusion in his green animal eyes.

It's really amazing.

He couldn't accurately guess his psychology. In short, after seeing Han Solo's "god-like replica", his inner awe of Rose Girl was greatly reduced.

It's like...

The mysterious veil has been lifted and the true face is revealed.

Although it was still a stunningly beautiful face, it seemed as if a wish had been fulfilled and there was no more anxious feeling.

Rose Girl is indeed very strong.

Her skills with the vine sword are very advanced, but not unique.

Even if I can't do it, the man in front of me might be able to do it.

If Han Solo is trained to a similar level, will he be less stunning than Rose Girl?

Not necessarily!

Chao Xiong looked at Han Solo and suddenly said, "Boy, why don't you be my teammate?"

"-.What?"

Han Solo was pleased.

Chaoxiong fixed the golden ring machete on the wide leather belt on his back and said, "Are you deaf? I say, don't participate in this chicken audition, come to my team and follow me. What Leila can give you, I can give you too."

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!"

Before Han Solo could respond, Lyra's exasperated voice exploded.

She was furious and jumped out of the window, shouting from a distance: "I can't pretend I didn't hear that, Big Tiger! What's wrong with you? I'm helping you out of good intentions, so why are you poaching my players?"

Chaoxiong said expressionlessly: "What do you mean by digging? Tianmu, aren't your team members still being selected?"

"I--.."

Although this is true, she has already been chosen to play Han Solo.

Lyra stood in front of Han Solo, trying to use her small body to cover Han Solo, who was a whole head taller than her. "Don't meddle in Han and me! The selection of team members is an established process, and you did it in the beginning. And I believe in Han and think he can definitely win, so I arranged it this way."

"Boring! Ultimately, it all comes down to his opinion."

Chaoxiong crossed his arms across his chest.

"Boy, what do you say?"

En'lala made strange noises and stared at Han Solo.

Han Solo believes that—

Chaoxiong is not very good.

There is no sense of relaxation. Although heroes have always been tied to grand themes such as "salvation" and "hope", in Han Solo's view, the best attitude is like Leila's, who takes it easy when nothing happens and works hard when something happens.

Moreover, the customs and habits of the sub-humans are different from those of the human race.

I don't want to get involved with them until I'm at my wit's end.

Han Solo said seriously, "I'm not really interested in being a Warrior teammate. It's mainly because of Lyra that I participated in the audition."

"You heard it!"

YES!

YESYES!

Leila was triumphant and proud of her victory.

"Really? There's nothing we can do about it."

The Superhero was somewhat helpless. His team members changed very frequently, and they were not deeply tied to each other. Han Solo would always have a place if he wanted to.

Of course, the pot is his.

In order to maintain his manic state, the Super Hero has a distorted personality. He yells and screams whenever something goes wrong, and his emotional control is basically zero.

Who can accept it like this?

It would be fine if he was a female ghost, but the key is that he is a strong tiger man.

He suddenly asked, "Han Solo, you said before that there is something wrong with my understanding of my Mark? I don't think my understanding is wrong, but I want to hear your opinion. You'd better give me some specifics."

Han Solo asked, "What do you think of as 'anger'?"

“What is anger?”

Does this question need an answer?

Chaoxiong just looked down on him.

But when I think about it carefully, I feel that there are too many answers and they are too boring to answer.