Chapter 33: Storm of the Blades

The sword light pulled out a long arc and slashed behind him, castration was extremely fast, and with a pop, blood splashed, and one of the five or six gray-robed people who caught up quickly retreated, and the knife mark swept through his left arm, cutting a deep blood groove that could be seen across his chest, and then flew out diagonally on his right shoulder, causing a terrifying wound.

In the miserable snort, several gray-robed people scattered, and several short-handled sawtooth giant scythes stretched out at the same time, attacking the sword light, and the sound of babbling sounded, and for a while, I didn't know how many times I was slashed by the sword light.

"Kill!" The figure with the knife shouted violently, and another snow-bright sword light like a pair of training suddenly slashed out from his left hand, and unexpectedly appeared under the armpit of the gray-robed man on the left hand, and the tip of the knife pulled out a huge knife flower with just a shake, instantly crushing the armpit of the gray-robed man, and the broken arm flew out with a giant sickle and blood.

The remaining few gray-robed men turned a blind eye, and the giant scythe swung out again, and the knife-wielding man was castrated with both knives, unable to defend, so he could only barely dodge, and with a twist of his body, he narrowly avoided two giant scythes that swept over his eyes and chest, but his lower abdomen and thighs were hit at the same time.

The blades of the scythe's teeth tore through the flesh and swept back with a cold light, spilling a rain of blood, arcing and striking again almost without stopping.

"Break!" the knife bearer raised his head and shouted, his double knives retracted to protect his body, his body first shrunk into a ball, and then instantly expanded, a white light surrounded his body, wrapping, like a huge silkworm cocoon, with a whirlwind, whistling towards the gray-robed people.

Storm of Blades!

The scythes came up with the sound of the wind, and they collapsed at the touch of a button, along with the short handles and arms, gray robes, and bodies, and were dismembered and shattered the moment they were caught in the storm, one by two, three, and in the blink of an eye, the storm reached the fourth man.

"Whew!" the skull burst into the sky with blood, shot out like an arrow, and then fell to the ground and rolled out.

The gray boots trampled on the rolling head, and the gray-robed man, who had an arm cut off from under his armpit, used his remaining left hand to pinch a black orb, and spat out a few dull obscure sentences from his mouth, and with a bang, the orb burst out with a puff of black light, wrapping around his left arm like a snake.

The gray-robed man stretched out his hand, and the snake head formed by the black light opened its mouth and spit out a black smoke, flying towards the sword light Bai Lian to form a storm, and at the same time, the giant scythe that fell to the ground flew up and fell into his palm, and the muscles of his arm were bulging and thickened, showing a rock-like texture.

The scythe swung again.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!"

The sound of popping beans sounded in the sword light, and the giant scythe and mutant arms were covered with hundreds of knife marks of different shades in less than half a breath.

Just after the black smoke rushed into the storm, the sword light like Bai Lian disappeared, and the knife-wielding figure stopped his body, his arms were covered with bloodstains, which were not the blood stains of the enemy, but the blood vessels of his arms were bursting, one long and one short Two long-bladed combat knives with three fingers wide, all rolled up from beginning to end, full of gaps.

Both of these swords, like their masters, were crushed by black smoke at the end of their crossbows.

The bloodstained head was raised, and the canine teeth protruding from the lips opened as the mouth opened, and an unwilling roar sounded bitterly.

The scythe slashed down on the head.

"Downcast!"

Almost at the same time as Bai Xuan blurted out, the black light flew past his ears with a roar, instantly spanning a distance of dozens of steps, and shot into the neck of the one-armed gray-robed man, the huge penetrating power made his body crooked, and the giant scythe fell to the ground with a bloody orc brush, and it sank into the handle.

The orc swordmaster fell to his knees with a puff, turned his head to look this way, his gaze was fixed, and then slapped on the ground like a brick.

The big face landed on the ground, and a trace of plasma-mixed dirt was splashed.

There was a dead silence.

"Who are those?"

No one can answer.

"Carres, drag him back first and find someone to help him. Bai Xuan commanded in a deep voice, "All other traces should be disposed of." ”

Carres hurriedly went with a team of guards, which was no easy task.

The bravery and ferocity of the double sword orcs shocked Bai Xuan, he would not watch such a warrior die in front of him, after all, the orcs who can use the sword storm also have a title that makes people smell and change.

Juggernaut.

Those gray-robed people are obviously not good.

He glanced at the god, who was coldly putting away his bow and arrows, as if dismissing his tacit understanding.

Bai Xuan sighed secretly, unleashed his spiritual power and explored around, but did not find anything abnormal.

He hesitated slightly, but still walked into the blacksmith shop, although he was in no mood at the moment, but he had come here, and he still had to go in and have a look.

There was not even a single figure in the front hall of the store, there were all kinds of weapon samples on display, and there was a rattle for calling on the counter, but Bai Xuan didn't look at it, and stepped past the counter to lift the heavy bamboo curtain and walked into the back hall.

The heat was blowing, the air was scorching, at least half the temperature outside, the vast hall was supported by two rows of stone pillars, furnaces, iron felt, forging hammers, and quenching pools filled the entire space, and the sound of huge hammers, clanging beatings, and sizzling steam was incessant.

More than twenty dwarves, bare-chested and topless, with their hair and beards growing together in a mess, were busy nervously, not even looking at the uninvited guests.

Standing awkwardly for a while, under the negotiation of Dong Lei, a red-haired dwarf with a big nose finally walked over, wiped his hands with a black towel that could not be seen in his original color, and looked at them, his gaze stayed on Luoshen's face for a moment, and then moved to Bai Xuan's face.

"What do you need?" said the urn's angry voice, which was extremely consistent with the appearance.

The red-haired dwarf Tito is a disciple of the dwarven master Silvermane Field, who has been a master of the dwarf for more than twenty years, and is so skilled that he will take full charge of the blacksmith's shop in his absence.

For this kind of self-sustaining technology and over-the-top "technology nerd", Bai Xuan will generally give enough respect, and then use reality to crush their self-esteem, so as to achieve the purpose of allowing them to cooperate smoothly.

So without saying anything, he took out the M17 again, unhurriedly disassembled them, and laid them on a huge piece of iron felt.

"Can something like this be made?"

The red-haired dwarf Tito visibly lost his mind for a moment, and then, as if by magic, he pulled out a magnifying glass made of crystal, put his eyes together, and looked at them one by one, moving slowly like a snail.

It was almost a quarter of an hour before he slowly raised his head, his expression unusually serious.

"Can it be made?" Bai Xuan tried his best to maintain patience and continued to ask.

The big disciple of the dwarf took a deep breath calmly, and then suddenly opened his mouth and let out a deafening howl.

"Master—"

"Who called me, who called me?" a head with dirty gray hair poked out from under the iron felt, its face was red, its eyes were hazy, and it opened its mouth to burp a long wine.

Bai Xuan looked down at the dwarven master who was crawling forward and was stunned.