"Yes, just do that, and kill them all."
Saruman's mouth opened into a smile, revealing sharp, blood-stained teeth.
The next moment, the figure flashed, and it rushed directly towards Syudea in front of her.
Syudea was always on guard.
Seeing the dark shadow coming, the long sword in her hand swung out again.
"Bang!" Hanmang flashed, and in the anxious air, there was another huge collision sound.
Syudea only felt her palm numb, and then a huge force came from the sword.
The next moment, her body flew out involuntarily.
"Pfft!" The figure fell to the ground far away, and took a few steps back before dissolving all the strength.
Under one blow, Saruman's real power is fully displayed.
However, Syudea, whose blood was surging, still clenched her teeth to suppress the discomfort.
Then she quickly turned her head and shouted at the Green Kingdom's soldiers, "Give me an arrow!"
The soldiers of the Green Kingdom reacted, and their movements were not slow. They quickly lit the fuses hanging on the arrows, drew their long bows, and shot towards Saruman's tall body.
Next moment,
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A sharp explosion sounded continuously.
The exploding smoke rose with fiery high-temperature fireworks, shrouding Saruman's entire figure in it.
"Is it useless?"
Although the power of the explosion looked great, Syudea could still feel it, and Saruman's figure still existed in the fireworks.
"Aah," Sure enough, the next moment, laughter came from the smoke, and the tone was full of jokes.
"My skin is as hard as iron, my blood is endless, my will is firm and unyielding, I am the invincible lord, only the void can hold me, and such tricks cannot kill me."
"Feeling hopeless? Weak mortals."
As the smoke dissipated, Saruman's figure slowly appeared again.
The scales on the surface of its body are still intact, but they are not damaged, and they still have a dark red luster.
When Gandalf saw this, a dignified expression flashed across his face, and then he shouted to Syudea:
"Be careful, this guy's magic power, soul, and body have all been completely fused together, and it is difficult to penetrate his defenses by ordinary means."
Hearing this, Syudea fell into a brief thought.
"Isn't there any way to penetrate defenses by ordinary means?"
A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, revealing determination.
Facing Saruman who was still standing and laughing, she stepped forward again, but rushed towards it.
"La?" Saruman looked at her with great interest, "Do you still want to resist? How stupid!"
It doesn't have the slightest worry at the moment, the fight just now has made it clear the strength of the woman in front of it.
Although he was considered a peak powerhouse among humans, for him, he was still nothing more than an ant.
Gandalf and Elrond were also slightly surprised, Saruman is not so easy to deal with.
Thinking of this, the two quickly stepped forward, waving their weapons continuously, splitting the strong orcs who were blocking them in front of them, and heading towards the center of the battlefield.
Syudea had already forgotten about the others at this moment, and clenched her long sword, with only one target left in her eyes.
The surrounding scenery seems to be starting to slow down, the stench of the breeze seems to slow down a little, and the shouting, cursing, and screaming have also become illusory.
Of course, in fact, the speed of the world has not changed in the slightest.
The reason for this status quo is that Syudea has entered a mysterious and ethereal state.
This is a kind of meditation method, which can concentrate the mind against the enemy's potential.
All her energy at this moment was gathered together.
One sword, one thing, and nothing else.
The sky and the earth disappeared, and the next moment, the crowd of onlookers could only see a thin line of white translucent, suddenly torn from the ground.
Then, accompanied by a terrifying sword intent, it converged at a point a few hundred meters away and stopped abruptly.
"Buzz!"
The slight trembling sound kept coming.
"Crack!" Then, as if overwhelmed, a sound crack followed.
Syudea's figure had already appeared on the other side at an unknown time.
She was half-kneeling, gasping for breath, her body was soaked with sweat.
A sword that can cut off everything naturally brings an astonishing load.
Saruman couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched the coldness between his neck, but found that dark red blood was constantly gushing out.
"Eh! How, how is that possible?"
When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but be slightly overjoyed: "Success?"
"Peng!" Saruman's head suddenly fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but want to cheer loudly.
Syudea forcibly endured her exhaustion, looked back, and couldn't help showing a hint of relief.
Now, she also has the power to protect hope.
Carl is right, this land should not be stained, and the beauty should be preserved and continued.
Now, she finally lived up to her trust.
However, it was too late to be happy for a long time, and in the next instant, Gandalf's hurried shout came from the side again:
"No, Syudea, that guy isn't dead yet, be careful!"
"What?"
Suddenly looking up, Syudea found that the headless body that was still standing in the same place suddenly moved, grabbed the head on the ground, and then threw it casually.
The head with its eyes open flew straight towards her.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, send me to hell."
Saruman's flying head was full of arrogance.
It was finally angry at this moment.
Because he did not expect that a small human woman could break through its defenses.
For it, this is simply a great shame.
Now only the blood of the enemy can soothe the anger in its heart.