Asaron let out a loud roar, a warrior skill called "Roar" that can greatly improve his physical fitness in a short period of time. He raised the giant axe in his hand high www.biquge.info then slammed it down, and the shattered sand flew into the air, and the cracks spread like spider webs to the surroundings, and the powerful shock wave that followed rushed towards the three goatmen elites.

To avoid the shockwave, a goatman jumped into the air, but the moment it hit the ground, the pursuing Asaron quickly unleashed a heavy punch. The goatman, who had good reflexes, used the blade in his hand to resist, but even if his body was not directly hit, the impact of his fist still knocked it away, and it slammed into a rock a hundred meters away, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, and the blade used to withstand the heavy punch was bent and deformed.

Being able to punch a goat man who is nearly two meters tall and weighs a hundred kilograms into the air shows that Asaron's strength is extraordinary, and he has almost surpassed humans to the level of monsters.

The other two goatmen who had been hit by the shockwave flashed to the side, but before their attention was distracted by the shockwave, Dirock had already silently come among them, flashing his dagger in his hand. Although the two goatmen were startled by the sudden appearance of Dillock, they were both elite warriors after all, and they waved their scimitars without a trace of hesitation. The scimitar is three times as long as the dagger, and no matter how you look at it, it should be Dilok who was hit first. However, the next second, it was the goatman who fell with the splash of blood.

Dirock was still standing in place, his movements the same as before, except that his dagger had been dyed bright red. Both goatmen had multiple scars on their bodies, and as elite warriors, they had good dynamic vision, but even then they still didn't see how Dylock's move was just now.

"Hey, hey, your companion can't do it at all, don't you come to the rescue?"

Dilok licked the corners of his mouth and said to the two figures on the other side who were fighting fiercely.

At a distance of about two hundred meters, the sound of the impact of swords echoed fiercely in the open land, and the two people who were running rapidly were surrounded by the dust and sparks that were flying up. No, one person and one monster to be exact. The sword battle between Hills and Ace Race has been going on for some time, and there is no room for a flaw between the two of them, who are comparable in speed and strength.

Unable to understand human speech, Ethreth turned the corner of his eye to his men. However, the sight it saw shocked it greatly, although the three subordinates who came with him were not as strong as themselves, but they were also the best of the goatman warriors, veterans who had experienced many battle baptisms, and they would be defeated in such a short period of time, it can be seen that the two humans who fought against them were also as strong as the opponents in front of them, no, maybe even more on top of them.

The worry of his subordinates caused Acereth to pause for a moment, and when it came back to its senses again, the sharp sword light was already approaching its eyes, and although it hurriedly dodged, its right arm was still cut by the long sword, and blood flowed down its arm.

"Dirook! Don't interfere with my fight! ”

The makeshift dodge caused Ace to lose his balance and staggered back a few steps, which should have been the perfect opportunity to give his opponent a fatal wound with a quick pursuit, but Shears stopped his attack and roared in the other direction, his forehead bruised and he looked rather angry.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just saw how hard you fought and wanted to help you." Dirok stuck out his tongue and said apologeticly, but his expression remained as dangerous as ever.

"Hmph, Uncle Ben doesn't need your help, if you interfere again, I'll cut you together!"

"Hills, you're really terrible," Dilok scratched his head, his expression looked embarrassed, and then, as if remembering something, he slapped his palm hard, and his eyes shot as sharp as the dagger in his hand, "Still, you shouldn't be able to beat me!" ”

"You kid, Uncle Ben has to teach you a good lesson today," Shears seemed to be genuinely annoyed, and took an offensive stance towards Delocle.

However, Dilok still disagreed, pointed behind Sears, and said in a jokingly relaxed tone, "Is it really good to turn your back on your opponent like this?" It's up. ”

Dillock's voice, though harsh, still woke up Hills, who had been overwhelmed by anger for a moment, and he quickly turned around just in time to meet Aceres's scimitar, and with a violent impact, both flashed behind him at the same time. Hills' shoulder was slashed with a blow, but luckily the shoulder guards were an enchanted piece of equipment that strengthened physical defense, so if they were ordinary iron shoulder guards, they would have been cut off along with their shoulders. Although he had escaped the fatal wound, the blow still sent a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"Yo, yo, it's dangerous, Hills, if you keep your strength like this, you may die," Di Lock's strange sarcasm sounded in his ears again.

However, this time Hills didn't talk back, although Di Lock's voice was quite annoying, but his words were indeed right, the monster in front of him was very strong, and it was an opponent who needed to show his real skills to defeat.

Hills stood up straight, slowly raised the two long swords in his hand, and then let go of his palm, and then something strange happened, the long sword that was supposed to fall down actually floated in mid-air, and the two remaining swords at his waist were also pulled out by the freed hands. This is the secret skill that Shears is proud of, and it is also the origin of his nickname "Four Slashes".

Abandoned shortly after his birth, Hills grew up in the slums, but he did not starve to death because he had a special talent for manipulating objects with his mind, although at the time it was limited to light objects such as buns and bread, and could only be used once a day.

He was constantly driven away and ridiculed, and lived like a stray dog day after day, until he got the sword. Although it was just an accident, but perhaps it was the arrangement of fate, when he was ten years old, a drunken swordsman wanted to strangle him to death, just when he cried no matter what was only exchanged for the swordsman's wild laughter, and when he cursed the god of fate out of despair, his hand accidentally touched the long sword at the swordsman's waist.

In order to survive, he drew the sword, and in order to survive, he stabbed the sword into the body of the swordsman, and at that moment, blood soaked his whole body, and for the first time his heart felt unparalleled pleasure.

Then he took the sword.

In order to make a living, he began to learn to use a sword, become a robber, become a mercenary, and become a machine that constantly kills. After hovering on the edge of life and death countless times, he gradually integrated his talent into swordsmanship, eventually creating the stunt of wielding four swords at the same time.

In this way, the boy became a murderer named "Four Slashes".

Even if the original purpose of swinging the sword was just to survive.

"Then the warm-up is over!"

Hills looked at the goat-man in front of him and unfurled his four swords like wings.