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Chapter 61 Fragrance

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    But with a smile on his lips, the light attached to the two swords disappeared in an instant, including the brilliance of all the equipment on Fang Lang's body, without exception.

    A sure hit with one hit!  However, Heathcliff's health only dropped by one-third, and a faint golden light curtain appeared on his body - full of fighting spirit!

    "Damn it!" Fang Lang spat secretly, and quickly pulled away. As a skill he originally possessed, no one understood how powerful and terrifying this skill was better than him!

    However, Heathcliff, who gained the upper hand, did not stop at blocking the attack. Instead, he kicked off his feet and began to attack Fang Lang like a storm!

    You come, I block, you retreat, I kill!  The two of them were competing back and forth like this, each of their moves implying the intention of killing each other.

    Accompanied by loud shouts from each other's mouths, the swords of both sides collided for the last time, causing a huge spark of friction, and then quickly distanced themselves from each other.

    "Huh!" It has to be said that Fang Lang really felt the power of Heathcliff.

    It¡¯s not like in the original work that he was able to win Kirito only by relying on the forced protection mechanism given by the system. In fact, Heathcliff¡¯s own swordsmanship is really strong, after countless sword duels in these ten minutes.

    Except for two of the swords, which required him to trade injuries for injuries to break through the defense, all the others were blocked by Heathcliff without exception. This kind of technique is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to achieve.  That extremely powerful sword vanished into nothing, replaced by an ordinary sword with no brilliance at all.

    "Ability! Deprivation!" Heathcliff slowly spat out these words from his mouth, looking at Fang Lang with a half-smile in his eyes.

    "Is it really okay for you to be so good at using your abilities?" Fang Lang's face began to darken as the beeps sounded one after another, and then he slowly spoke again: "Aren't you afraid that I will treat you as Kayaba Akihiko?  Tell someone something?"

    Heathcliff looked at Fang Lang, whose face was as dark as water, but there was still a trace of amusement in his eyes: "As a game manager, shouldn't we balance the game? As for exposing Haha, that would be more interesting to me, wouldn't it?  "

    "Ha!" Fang Lang snorted coldly and did not answer, but the two swords in his hands pointed at Heathcliff again, with endless fighting intent in his eyes, pressing on Heathcliff.

    "The feeling of being deprived of your abilities is really unpleasant! As a price, are you ready to bear my anger?"

    The words fall and the people move!  Fang Lang's figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Heathcliff. The two swords in his hands contained infinite momentum and slashed towards his head.

    "It's only a moment." But obviously Heathcliff didn't think about it that much. He just made a sword dance with the sword in his hand and took it back to his waist.

    When Fang Lang saw that he had taken back his sword, he naturally stopped being petty and held the sword tightly in his hand. He also put it away and smiled slightly: "To each other."

    "Then you really don't decide to join our Blood Alliance Knights?"

    "Ah, I have no plans to join any legion for the time being. After all, it is more like a constraint for me. That is obviously not what I want."

    Hearing these affirmative words, Heathcliff shook his head and disappeared into the night.

    As for Fang Lang's skills that were taken away from him, he will naturally not return them. After all, he has said that as a game GM, he naturally needs to eliminate this unbalanced factor, otherwise he will be considered invincible.  Okay, so what¡¯s the point of this game?

    The reason why Fang Lang didn't speak out about those skills was because he wanted to hone himself, because as Heathcliff said, when a person has a sword like him and also has extremely powerful equipment, then it is true that  Will affect balance.

    What¡¯s more important is that this invincible mentality will affect his will to become stronger.

    For a person, if you are already at the top of a field, how can you have the motivation to continue to spread your wings and soar into the blue sky?  In the same way, Fang Lang thought about it and decided to rely on his true strength to clean up the world.

    What's more, Heathcliff didn't really do too well. At least the attributes on Fang Lang's equipment still existed, and only the additional skills disappeared.

    With a new goal in hand, Fang Lang's mind suddenly became clear, and the bottleneck formed after the breakthrough was slightly loosened, and then he slowly disappeared into this dense place like Heathcliff.  In the thick night.If the corpses of the monsters on the ground hadn't been refreshed yet, no one would have thought that two legendary figures in Aincrad were already having an earth-shattering debate here, and it could even be said that they had the mentality of destroying each other.  .

    Along the way, Fang Lang didn't encounter any more troubles. Instead, he returned to the town smoothly and walked to a familiar place - the hotel. After quickly entering the room he had reserved, he fell into a deep sleep.  passed.

    But Asuna, who was also on the fourth floor of Aincrad, was slowly sitting alone on the steps of the square, thinking about Fang Lang's attitude towards her.

    Fang Lang, who had not contacted her for several days, had already made Asuna feel a slight sense of crisis. She was already planning how to stabilize Fang Lang's heart. After all, in this world, she could only move forward.  The only motivation is Fang Lang.

    As for realityfamily and stuffhaha

    For some people, a night is obviously very short, while for others, a night is as long as a century

    When Fang Lang woke up, he suddenly heard the sound of the sect knocking on the door. He quickly put on his clothes and quickly walked towards the door of the room. At the same time, he couldn't help but be curious about who would come so early in the morning.  Find him.

    Opening the door, the first person to pounce on Fang Lang was indeed a strong fragrance. Suddenly he couldn't help but move his index finger, and his stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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