"Sand Slash!"

The middle-aged man slashed at the head of the Hurricane Wolf King, and along with it, there were dense small swords, which were composed entirely of yellow sand.

The yellow sword body and the sharp tip of the sword can be seen at a glance that these are no duller than the heavy sword in his hand.

Those small swords have no hilts, only sword bodies, and sand swords with handles hang in the air, like pieces of yellow crystals staying in the air, making people want to go up and take them off one by one.

But this is just a thought, and none of the three Mawson dared to go up and take it off for collection. On this huge yellow sand battlefield, they could only stand in the corner of the battlefield as their spectators, witnessing the strength of this earth holy domain.

A battle that did not belong to them was played out in front of them.

The sand wall was erected, blocking the advance of the wolf king, the small sand sword was levitating, the tip of the sword was pointing at it, ready to be launched at any time, and in mid-air, the middle-aged man was slashing at the wolf king with a heavy sword.

The Hurricane Wolf King was instantly dumbfounded, it just wanted this man to know that he was not so easy to mess with, it also had a temper, don't force it to rush.

It also knew that the man was very powerful, and it might not be able to provoke him, but it still attacked him.

As a result, in less than ten minutes, it was in a desperate situation on its own. I wanted to move, but it was surrounded by small sand swords, making it difficult for it to move if it wanted to.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to be cut down, it didn't want to die like this, and sent out six tornadoes in a row.

The tornado swept around with it as the center, and the small sand sword was swept into it, circle by circle, and finally formed six sandstorms.

The middle-aged man naturally saw the sandstorm coming at him, but he didn't change the direction of the cut.

"Hiss~"

A sword sliced the sandstorm in front of him in half, like cutting a watermelon, so easy, so crisp.

And the rest of the sword qi was slashed towards the Hurricane Wolf King, and it didn't expect that there was still a sword qi, so it hurriedly flashed to the side.

However, the sword qi was very sharp, and the speed was still very fast, cutting off the tail of the Hurricane Wolf King that he didn't have time to dodge.

The pain of a broken tail travels through its nerves to its brain, causing it to run around in pain.

The blood that spilled from its tail spilled on the ground as it ran, as if it were a beautiful oil painting with scarlet blood on a piece of yellow sandpaper.

An oil painting viewed from above.

The yellow earth, the red plum branches are intertwined, and the plum blossoms compete to bloom on it, and a picture of "Blood Plum Map" jumps on the paper.

When the Hurricane Wolf King was running around, the other five sandstorms formed by it gradually disappeared, as if there were too many small sand swords sucked in, and the speed of the tornado swept slower and slower, and the heavier and heavier, until finally the tornado-like yellow sand was running, and fell because it could not bear the weight of its yellow sand.

The middle-aged man did not look at the "Blood Plum Map" on the sand, but condensed his thoughts, and the small sand sword that was inhaled into the tornado and disappeared was replenished again.

The sky was full of small sand swords surrounding the Hurricane Wolf King, making the Hurricane Wolf King's range smaller and smaller.

Just when the Hurricane Wolf King realized that he was surrounded by the small sand sword again, the middle-aged man attacked, and this time he did not go up and cut it himself, but controlled the small sand sword full of the sky to kill the Hurricane Wolf King.

The Hurricane Wolf King, who didn't have time to dodge, no, how could it dodge when it was surrounded by small sand swords?

In an instant, the Hurricane Wolf King had many more wounds on his body, and these large and small wounds covered its fur.

"Papa~"

Many body pieces of various sizes fell on the sand.

As the corpse pieces fell, a blanket made of scarlet blood lay underneath.

"Just... That's how you killed the Hurricane Wolf King? Okay... It's so strong!" Mawson said in surprise.

"It's... yes, it's really strong. This... Is this the strength of the Holy Order? Sure enough, there are all mortals under the Holy Order!" Morant sighed.

"Are all mortals under the Holy Order?" Hearing Morant's words, Mawson looked at the middle-aged man who had no blood stains on his body and the corpses all over the ground, and had to admit that this sentence was indeed very reasonable.

"Young Master, don't envy others, I believe you will also become a Saint-level warrior in the future!" Yue'er next to her looked at Mo Sen with a look of adoration.

"Hehe~" Mawson didn't speak, this was touching her hair with his hand.

The Holy Rank is very powerful, but how many Holy Steps are there on this continent? Those who are stuck in the Ninth Order Warrior and have not broken through to the end of their lives, if they hear what Yue'er said, they will not climb out of the grave one by one!

They had never broken through the Holy Rank in their lives, and now there were people who believed that others would definitely be able to break through the Holy Rank, what a ridiculous and ridiculous thing.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about that later!" said Mawson, pinching her face.

"Hmm!" Yue'er threw herself into Mawson's arms and hugged him tightly.

"Ahem~" Although Yue'er is very light, how can the injured Mo Sen withstand such an impact?

"That's... Young master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I forgot that you still have injuries on your body!" Yue'er is like a little daughter-in-law who has done something wrong, no, it is Mo Sen's little daughter-in-law, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Mo Sen, afraid that Mo Sen would beat her.

Mo Sen looked at Yue'er who confessed his mistake, and had to sigh at the feudal thinking of this continent, but it was precisely this feudal thinking that he would be the young master of a family, and his status was even more different from ordinary people.

He touched her head and said, "It's okay, pay attention next time!"

"Uh-huh!"

......

Just when Mo Sen sighed at the strength of the Holy Order, the middle-aged man had already come to the corpse and picked up the crystal nucleus of the Hurricane Wolf King, leaving everyone with a blank face and the Hurricane Wolf King's corpse walking away.

After the middle-aged man left, his realm disappeared, and all the lofty mountains, the yellow sand sky, the small sand swords, and the sand walls were all gone, like a dream.

In the dream, the Saint-Rank Warriors abused the Hurricane Wolf King they didn't dare to imagine, and they couldn't beat it, and when they woke up from the dream, the Saint-Rank Warriors were gone, and only the large and small corpses proved that it was not a dream, but real.

Mawson participated in a battle that would lose without arguing as a fourth-order warrior, and although he did not play a practical role, he was a lifelong bragging card with others.

"That's... Master, do you want these corpse pieces, if you don't want me, you can take them!" asked Mawson, looking at the corpses all over the ground.

These corpse pieces are very good "nutrients", which can make the little fox grow quickly, and can also replenish their energy, so that Mawson can recover faster, so Mossen will have an idea about a pile of corpses.

He could have taken it directly, but this was not the demonic beast he killed, and he naturally had to get the consent of others if he wanted to take it.

"Hey, do you want any of this! I don't want to take it!" asked Mawson again.

But after a while, he didn't hear the middle-aged man's answer, Mo Sen put those corpse pieces into the space ring, and looked around vigilantly, and found that the middle-aged man did not come back, so he let go of the concern in his heart.