"Ultimate Frenzy!"

Amon's voice was extremely excited, even a touch of fanaticism.

At this time, the countless sword energy suddenly converged in the front rush, and a handleless blade in the void was extremely huge, and when the head force slashed down, giving people the majestic momentum of heaven and earth being cut off.

The bald uncle's face was fearless, and while he suddenly stomped his feet and transmitted the power of concussion, he quickly turned over and threw out the chain axe, rising against the storm, which was not weaker than the giant knife shadow in the sky above.

In the roar, the aftermath of the intersection of swords and axes vibrated and countless leaves fell all over the sky.

Situ Qiandao's figure rushed forward abruptly, and he was shocked and retreated, his face frightened.

He couldn't believe that his opponent would not retreat under his strongest attack, and not only that, but he also rushed under the force of the shock.

In the roar of the bald uncle's counterattack, everyone felt an incomparable furious momentum.

The bald uncle charged quickly, carrying a long thick iron chain in his left hand, and the short-handled axe ten meters away behind him was carried up with countless shadows, whistling in the wind, as if it could cut through space.

With a shake of his hand, the short-handled axe was pulled back into his hand from behind him, and he slashed diagonally, and the black shadow hit the target.

'Smack' ——!

The absolute explosion sounded from Situ Qiandao's body, and the swing of the Demon Devouring Knife was obviously sluggish.

Virus butcher knife.

'So-go so-so!'

Five axe splits in a row were chaotic, and it was actually an axe and axe crit, suppressing the sluggish Situ Qianjian of Zhenyuan to the point that he was powerless to fight back.

In an instant, the defense turned into offense, and the other party was a thousand-bladed god of war, and everyone was impressed.

Amon was tense and excited, and his eyes were more proud than fanatical and kind.

This is his clan, and Situ Qianjian who successfully released the Thousand Blades Domain can only back down.

A roar containing endless anger emanated from Situ Qiandao's mouth, suppressed in the early hands of a peak god of war, making him feel aggrieved.

'Boom!'

A slight sound shook out from the bald uncle's waist, and a scorching smoke floated out, bringing out a circle of Hokage in an instant.

"Burning in pain!"

Amon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes were a little adoring, because the Hokage came out, and forced the violent Situ Qianjian back again, and he could imagine how strong the damage caused by the painful burning was.

And in the next second, a ball of fire shadow suddenly broke away from the bald uncle's waist, and in an instant, it covered his chain axe, and occasionally came out of his hand in a wide open slash, swallowing freely, as if there was a fire dragon helping to help the majestic.

With the fire attribute attack applied, coupled with the painful burning covering a radius of nearly two, under the amplification of the ultimate madness, Situ Qiandao was completely passive, and could only unwillingly release the long-range sword that was restricted by the sea of clouds without returning.

A series of roaring slashes, Wen Yiming saw for the first time, Situ Qianjian was bleeding from his mouth and nose, the defeat was obvious, the demon devouring knife in his hand trembled, it was obvious that he could not withstand the bald man's violent attack, if he didn't have any hole cards, he would be slashed to the ground by the opponent in ten seconds at most.

After seven seconds, Situ Qianjian had already vomited blood, and his eyes had long since lost their essence, and he looked a little sluggish.

In the unwilling roar, he slashed out the sword shadow in the sky, merged into one, and once again split out the majestic sword shadow in the air, no matter how the other party responded, he didn't even turn his body, he directly teleported backwards, and before the figure disappeared, a light curtain that seemed to be composed of countless runes appeared, and then quietly annihilated in the disappearance of the body.

Wen Yiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his oracle eyes couldn't see what kind of martial arts Situ Qianjian was using to escape, it was estimated that it was some kind of one-time consumption magic weapon.

Seeing the bald uncle standing in place, a slight sneer of disdain appeared on his face, and the flames on his waist gradually faded, Wen Yiming's eyes flashed with envy, as well as curiosity about the Zu'an clan.

Like Amun, the bald uncle also has a spiritual flame in his body, otherwise he would not be able to release such a strong painful burn, which is enough to prove that the bald uncle in front of him is indeed a madman from Zu'an, and it is genuine.

Especially that spiritual flame, it was actually the eleventh-ranked burst flame, and it was no wonder that Situ Qianjian had to wipe his face and escape.

The Burst Flame, whose name is not obvious, and its appearance is not good, but it is the most violent spiritual flame of all spiritual flames, not to mention the pain and difficulty of subduing and swallowing it, even after fusion, it must be overcontrolled as you like, without thirty or fifty years of hard training, don't even think about it.

If not, the Burst Flame would definitely be in the top 10.

Wen Yiming estimated that this bald uncle's fighting style was so fierce and furious, and it was estimated that it was inextricably linked to the perennial association with the bursting flames.

'Boom!'

The bald uncle put away the chain axe that the Hokage had hidden, and when he turned around, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Wen Yiming and the others, and his eyes finally fell on Amon, and the fierce facial expression eased slightly.

The figure swayed and appeared in front of everyone.

After a long time, he waved to the ten gods of war not far away, and then pointed at Amun, and let out a deep voice: "Lambda, take this kid away, kill all the others!"

Amon didn't have time to change color on his face, the extreme god of war called Lambda had already stood in front of everyone, he shook his body and quickly stopped in front of everyone, and said to the bald uncle: "Senior, junior Amon, is a member of the Zu'an clan, and is also a Zu'an madman, they are all my friends..."

Amon couldn't say any more, and was locked by the bald uncle's cold gaze, which made his heart chill.

In fact, everyone felt powerless, if in front of Situ Qianjian, they could still have the possibility of getting out with the help of the restriction of not returning to the sea of clouds, but in front of this bald uncle, there was no chance at all.

From the previous battles, it can be seen that people are not restricted by the sea of clouds without returning at all, which is also one of the reasons why Situ Qianjian is deflated.

Lambda had a middle-aged image, looking equally strong, and his braided hair was particularly individual, he glanced at everyone, and waved his thick arm at the bald uncle, and said to Amon: "This is the guardian of the temple, Lord Fama!"

Lambda was much more easy-going than the bald uncle, there was not much murder in his eyes, except for Amon, he only showed a strong disgust towards everyone.

"Go away!"

Fama's rough Sang Ying sounded, and he lifted Lambda to his feet, took a big step forward, stood directly in front of Amon, grabbed his chest, and shouted: "Boy, from now on, you only have clansmen, no friends, especially these vile and filthy humans, yours, understand!"

A meal of unjustified scolding made Amon feel a lot less afraid, and when he let go of him, he simply pointed at Wen Yiming and said bluntly: "Without him, I would have died countless times, and besides, the demon invasion is imminent, and the continent needs our Zu'an clan, this is Skywalker......"

"Hahaha..."

Without waiting for Amon to finish speaking, Famahaha laughed, full of schadenfreude, and after a while, he rubbed his nose and said happily: "The demon invasion is good, this is retribution, you know? Our Zu'an clan has been waiting for this day for generations, and this news will definitely make the entire tribe carnival, haha..."

After a long time, Farma suddenly stopped her voice, looked at Wen Yiming, grinned, and sneered: "Skywalker, this generation of Skywalker is so weak?"

Then he laughed at Lambda and said, "It's just weak!"

Amon took a step forward and said lightly: "Senior, forgive the junior, if he is the ultimate god of war, he will crush you." ”

(End of chapter)