The bandit, who also jumped up from the horse, only had to raise his sword to block, and with a bang, the sword in his hand flew out, and the opponent's strength was so great that he couldn't hold the long sword at all, and the tiger's mouth was suddenly shattered, and the sword light went down with his arm and slashed into his shoulder, splitting half of his body diagonally into half.

Bai Xuan stepped on the other party's corpse and jumped forward and landed on the ground, squatted down to buffer for a while, and then continued to rush forward.

The masked leader pointed his finger.

"Shoot the arrows!" shouted the red-haired bandit.

"Whoosh!" a dozen bandits with bows and arrows began to shoot with bows.

For Bai Xuan, who was disorganized with a sword, such a thing as picking up arrows only existed in his imagination, and he couldn't do it at all in his hands, so he had to take the most simple method - rolling on the ground.

The posture was ugly but practical, Bai Xuan rolled a few times and was already close to the other party.

Four or five figures rushed over with weapons.

Bai Xuan stood up shortly, and the long sword exchanged with the enemy weapon that rushed over, knocking the opponent's weapon to the side, and the sword body slashed along the weapon, this is the advantage of overwhelming power, the opponent's weapon cannot pose a threat, and it is easy to lose defense under the defenseless mutual attack.

When the tip of the sword was sharpened, the enemy on the opposite side let go in time, and even then, two fingers were severed, and the bandit let out a deafening scream and quickly retreated backwards.

Without waiting for Bai Xuan to pursue, two people next to him had already stabbed him with swords, so he had to withdraw his sword to fight back, and in the sound of metal ringing, the long swords of the two were blocked back.

The person on the left didn't retreat a step, roared and slashed the sword over, Bai Xuan dodged sideways, kicked the side of the opponent's knee, kicked the calf into a sixty-degree flip outward with a click, and before the opponent screamed like a pig, the fist had already hit straight out, hitting the neck, knocking him out.

The long sword of the person on the right had already stabbed under Bai Xuan's ribs, Bai Xuan didn't have time to dodge, so he simply twisted his body, let go of the long sword, clamped it with his arm, and rolled it towards the other party, this time the force was extremely great, the opponent's long sword came out of his hand, Bai Xuan raised his foot and kicked the long sword away, and then stabbed two swords in a row.

The first sword was dodged by the other party, the second sword hit the shoulder, and with a pop, blood splashed through the bones, Bai Xuan withdrew his arm and pulled the other party over, and at the same time as the two were close, he put the long sword horizontally, and put it on the other party's neck and slashed it instantly, blood sprayed out all over the sky, and the other party collapsed to the ground holding his neck.

"Kill him!" the bandits screamed.

Bai Xuan used his sword to block the mace of a person rushing behind him, feeling a slight numbness in his wrist, and then his left arm hurt, and he had already slashed a sword by another sword-wielding bandit, he swept over with a backhand sword and forced the other party to retreat, and the mace on the opposite side rushed over again after taking five or six steps back.

The sword light flashed, with a dazzling light, suddenly poked out from behind, swam forward quickly against the mace, and then twisted slightly on the arm, the blood flashed, and cut off the wrist holding the mace, and then kept going up, twisting the big arm, stabbing into the shoulder, leaving a bloody hole in the shoulder in the tremble, and the white collarbone was exposed.

At the same time that the other party fell to the ground with a miserable howl, Yuefeng stood up from Bai Xuan's side.

"Your Highness, you rushed too fast. ”

Bai Xuan looked at the crowd rushing over from the opposite side and the innocent corpses lying on the ground behind them, and his eyes became cold.

The pupils behind the mask were slowly contracting, and the leader's hand grasped the long black knife at his waist.

The people who rushed over on the other side were much stronger than he expected.

He watched as the horses staggered as the blood rushed into the sky, and his men fell from their horses, screaming and struggling, before being stabbed with swords by expressionless orcs, or torn in the chest by angry werewolves.

He also saw the pale gray fox parked in the distance on horseback in the distance, and the silver warrior with a sword guarding beside him.

And when he retracted his gaze, the white knight who was the first to charge had already knocked down a few people and rushed over, judging from the attitude of the sword-wielding orc, this white knight was the leader of the other party.

However, he was quickly relieved, because he could see the other person's face clearly.

The other party's magic image is still in his arms, this is the object that Theron asked him to kill, and the black box, I really don't know where they got the news, did the orc caravan really find it in the first place?

He didn't care about the news before, it was because he didn't think that the other party, a prince who had not even cultivated his fighting spirit, could snatch the black box from the orc caravan, but now looking at the other party's skills, he began to believe it a little.

Could it be that all the news about this prince is fake?

If this is the case, then the situation in the Cretaceous Kingdom is probably far from being as simple as it seems.

In any case, these people have to die here today, and he doesn't care if the other party is a prince or not, and the life of a prince is no different from the life of a lowly commoner.

The fingers of both hands reach out and point at each other.

"Kill them!" shouted the Warhammer bandits and the bald man with the axe at the same time.

The bright tomahawk was raised, swept over, and Craig, who had already rushed up, met it with the long sword he had snatched from the bandits, and in the loud sound of the metal clashes, the long sword broke, and the bald man screamed, the tomahawk flipped up, slashing diagonally from the bottom up, and Craig retreated and dodged.

Werewolves are one of the most special races among the orcs, they have both great strength and agility, not as strong as the bear warriors but lack flexibility, nor as agile and fast as the cheetah warriors, but lacking in strength, werewolves are the perfect combination of strength and speed.

But most importantly, they can transform.

The transformed werewolf will be closer to the original form of the wolf in shape, but it will still fight upright, and its combat power will directly soar more than three times, and some werewolves with awakening abilities can even transform for the second time and enter a berserk state, and the limit of combat ability in this state cannot be estimated.

After using the serum, Craig's physical fitness has completely improved to a higher level, but the sequelae of physical weakness is that in the face of a large number of enemies, he only takes two steps back and initiates his transformation.

Hard wolf hair gushed out from the original hair, covering all the vital parts, the sharp canine teeth became longer, the wolf snout protruded, the sharp claws shone like metal, and in the long roar of the head, the werewolf's body skyrocketed from the original, and the shirt was torn, revealing strong muscles.

"Roar—"

The bald man rushed over wielding a battle axe, the axe swept through the air, making a screaming sound of wind, and the werewolf twisted his body, jumping up with an action that ordinary people could not do, avoiding the edge of the axe, and the claws slashed through the air in the same way.

"Boom!"