The twin swords in the hands of the giant man Suo Wude slashed again and again, and the specially selected light weapon allowed his attack speed to reach the limit, and he could cut out more than ten times in a second, and the slashing wind was piercing and whistling, so that many soldiers watching from a hundred meters away couldn't help but cover their ears, and there was a flying sand and rocks around him, which looked extremely terrifying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in fact, he has never even slashed with a sword, and the Westerner in front of him, called the Sword of Benevolence, makes him feel like the Dorodos oil worm he caught when he was a child. It was a hard, slippery bug that looked like a grease worm, the size of a fist, so fast that it could not be seen clearly, and some of it could even cast some superficial illusions. Even if an Arcanist offered a premium for such a small bug that could be used to refine rare elements, few would be willing to waste time with something so difficult. When he was twelve years old, he had accidentally found such a bug in the wild, and for some unknown reason he had been injured a lot, and in order to monopolize the prey, which was worth enough money in exchange for a year's rations, he was the first to smash the heads of his two brothers, but in the end, even if he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground, he could not catch the half-dead bug, but was almost crushed by the bug's head.

He now feels that this Westerner is like this, hard, slippery, fast, completely unpredictable, and extremely dangerous. Not to mention those weird and inexplicable movements and steps, just one or two despicable low-level illusions sent occasionally had already caused him great trouble.

Pure low-level illusions can actually play a very limited role for an experienced warrior like him, and there are at least a dozen mages who try to use illusions to cover their ears and eyes, and as a result, he has chopped them into meat sauce pieces, and those small tricks that purely act on the sense of sight or hearing cannot hide the perception of high-level warriors, just by instinctively perceiving the breath of life, experienced warriors can determine the position of their opponents. Therefore, many fighters think that as long as they are strong enough, these things are just useless little tricks. But at this moment, the high-ranking warrior among the high-ranking warriors, arguably one of the most powerful warriors on this continent, suddenly discovered that when these vile and useless illusions were used from the hands of a warrior who was even more experienced, cunning and powerful, it had a completely different concept.

There is no need for a wide range of obstruction of the line of sight projection and the like, only the distortion within a very small amplitude, such as the difference of one or two centimeters between the distance between the front and back, the condensation of the speed that an ordinary person cannot feel at all, the sudden heaviness of the footsteps, and even the change of shadow projection on the ground, can cause completely different results in this kind of extremely dangerous hand-to-hand combat. There were times when he thought he would be able to hit this hateful opponent right away, but he immediately realized that it was just an illusion caused by illusion, and the failure of his attack left a lot of space for himself, and on two occasions the long sword in his hand was almost taken away by the cunning Westerner, and it was only with overwhelming strength and vindictiveness that such an extremely humiliating thing could not happen.

There are no incompetent arcane, only incompetent arcanists. This unbelievable Westerner reminded Sovud of a phrase that was widely circulated among some battle mages. But he was sure that no arcanist would use arcane magic like this, and the basic attributes required such as combat experience and combat intuition, as well as skill and strength coordination, were not attainable by any arcanist, and even those arcane warriors who were considered high-level combat power in the imperial era did not seem to have heard of such a way of fighting.

"Despicable Westerners, stop wasting time with these dastardly arcane arts, and come to a dignified duel for the glory of the warriors!" Thor Vud couldn't help but growl loudly.

"If you don't have a brain, don't ask for anything vain. Victory or defeat is predestined from the moment you were born, and you can only be a loser in front of a warrior of love and justice like me. The dodging sword of benevolence responds in a timely manner.

"It's here!Die!" With a roar of rage, Suo Wude instantly raised his already extremely fast and fierce two-handed sword momentum to another level, and the whole person was rolled into a storm of blades and fighting qi towards the Westerner in front of him. This time he had absolute confidence, he said it on purpose, he knew that this Westerner liked to speak sarcastically, but in such a violent and rapid movement, speaking must have a subtle effect on the rhythm and movement of breathing, and the source of the sound of speaking had been clearly captured by his hearing, which was transmitted from the back of the Westerner's head, that is to say, the Westerner used illusion to shift the position a little, but this time he could not be wrong.

With two snorts, the long sword infused with fighting spirit sliced the two rocks into two pieces as if it had encountered no obstacles, and the sword of benevolence had been attached to Sowud's arms, and he could be regarded as small and delicate in front of this giant man who was like a muscle fortress, as if he could even use the small man's kung fu that he was not very good at more smoothly.

"Idiot. The flesh on the sword of benevolence trembled and sneered, he liked to tease his opponent verbally, but he preferred to show overwhelming intelligence in front of brute force, and overwhelming brute force in front of smart people, and this superiority was a thousand times better than verbal ridicule. Taking advantage of this gap created by illusion and sound illusion, his palms were already under Suo Wude's ribs, and Xiao Tianxing's yin energy surged out.

Xiao Tianxing's palm power is one of the most simple and easy-to-learn outer kung fu, at least eight of the ten men on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou have practiced, but they can practice to the point of returning from the rigid to the soft, from the inside to the outside, at most one in a thousand, and can achieve him so simple and complex, back to the true meaning of martial arts in the shallow, there is not necessarily one in 10,000 miles. He can shatter an inch-thick steel plate through an inch-thick tofu, and he can also shatter a thousand-pound boulder through an inch-thick steel plate. The muscles and flesh of this giant man are not much weaker than the steel plates, and the incredibly powerful flesh and blood essence is extremely repulsive to any external force, but the sword of benevolence is still certain that these two palms can still shatter the internal organs of this Lord Sovud. He didn't even have a hand, since he had the healing power of the Guardian Hand, and even the serious injury from the last time could make him come back to challenge him a few days later, so as long as he didn't let this guy die on the spot, it was enough.

It seemed that two strange giant drums were beaten out of nowhere, and the sound of wet and muddy sounds made people understand that it was the movement of flesh and blood and body fluids. Suo Wud's huge body shook suddenly, the bulging muscles on his body, especially the part of his face, suddenly jumped out of the body, his movements suddenly stopped, his eyes glared angrily as if he wanted to squirt out with his own eyeballs to kill someone, but he no longer had the strength to act, he stiffened in place and slowly knelt down, two lines of red blood slowly flowed out of his nostrils.

The Sword of Benevolence ignored the muscular man no longer and turned to raise his hands in the air, looking triumphantly at the onlookers and sailors, as well as some of the Euros who had rushed over when they saw the movement. These spectators also paused, and then realized that the victory and defeat had been divided, and suddenly the tsunami-like cheers broke out.

"You can use low-level illusions so skillfully...... Even many battle mages who have specialized in combat casting all their lives can't do this...... How is this possible?"

On the sidelines in the distance, Mage Motri was already dumbfounded, but she had blessed herself with an auxiliary arcane that increased her eyesight, and she could barely see the details of the battle. The Sword of Benevolence's low-level illusions, which were so closely integrated with combat, actually played a decisive role, almost shaking her cognitive world. In her experience, if you want to be effective against a powerful warrior like the elite fighter of the Battle Temple, you must at least have a four-ring spell or higher, and if you want to win in battle, you must definitely need a legal arcane.

"It's incredible that a failed god sacrifice could allow someone who had no prior knowledge of arcane magic to have such superb spell-casting skills. You Westerners have a really weird culture. ”

"Well, this ...... It should be due to his years of combat experience and fighting skills..."Mu Qinyi could only answer like this.

"No, no. Combat experience and fighting skills are also important, of course, but the most important thing is perception. He believed in the power of the arcane, which was a radical change. Master Motri was right in his words. "For example, the Temple of War, the Guardian Hand, those holy warriors, almost all the high-level warriors, they resist the arcane from their hearts, and even if they can use it, they will never bother to think about the techniques and methods to use them. Do you have warriors in Western culture who would be interested in spells?"

"This ...... Yes. We don't have as much opposition to spells and melparings there as you have in Europe. Mu Qinyi thought about it and nodded. In fact, these so-called warriors on the European continent are barbarians with rough martial arts skills in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, and they are similar to those savages who drink blood from Xidi, and they may have good combat power with the blessing of the Shinto, but they can't be classified into the category of 'martial arts' at all, but Mu Qinyi can't explain it in such detail in a hurry. "On our side, one of the most powerful ...... in legend It can also be said to be the great master of combat fighting, and it has been said that combat fighting is actually the same as spells. ”

"How can there be such a strange theory, your Western culture is really incomprehensible..."The female mage stared at a pair of large pale blue eyes, her face full of incredulity. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait for Mu Qinyi to think hard about how to explain, and her attention returned to the two people in the field. "What the hell is wrong with that fool at the Temple of War? This kind of barbarian vitality and fighting will of the God of War Temple who exercises his body at all costs are very terrifying, even if he is beaten to the point of disembowelment, broken hands and feet, he can continue to fight. But why didn't you stop when you were touched by the sword of benevolence? ”

"That's using a special force technique to convey the destructive power to the other party's body, just listening to the voice just now, at least half of the intestines of this God of War Temple guy have been broken. Mu Qinyi shook her head, Shenshui Palace naturally also has a martial arts inheritance, even if she hasn't learned much, she has the most basic vision.

And in the same situation, in the eyes of Liu Xuanying and Feng Yinqiu, who fell on the other side, the meaning was completely different.

"There are a total of fifteen moves before and after, but what won the battle in the end was not by one's own martial arts, but by the arcane trick. This method seems to be ingenious, and it is faster than the hard and the giant man's moves, but in essence, it has actually deviated from its own martial arts. If it weren't for his deliberate teasing, or if he had other intentions, it could only mean that he had wavered in his martial arts intentions...... This is the foundation of a warrior, and even the horror of life and death cannot be shaken. It seems that what Mr. Feng said before is really a bit ......"

Liu Xuanying's face was solemn, and Feng Yinqiu's face was also extremely gloomy, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to be willing to make up his mind about it, so he just sighed and said, "Let's take a look for the time being." ”

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Feng, hello. Suddenly, a stocky figure approached. "Such a wonderful duel competition, I really don't want to miss a little, but limited by the narrowness of my vision, I can't quite understand it, can you please explain it to me?"

"Is it you?" Feng Yinqiu couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the person in front of him clearly. This short, sturdy dwarf with a big bald head and a gloomy face is the leader of the Golden Stone who has now taken refuge in helping the envoys build roads. Compared to when he saw it in Ashdale, the dwarf's face seemed to be much less aggressive, at least on the surface it didn't look very glaring, and the ferocity and viciousness that had jumped on his face at any time were now gone, of course, it should be hidden under the still not very good-looking face.

"Mr. Feng, I have shown enough kindness to you now, and I am now helping your envoys to complete important projects. We did have some conflicts before, but as our Great Cave Sage told me, it was only a conflict due to the conflicting short-term goals of everyone, and there was no inherent hatred. Seeking cooperation now is the best option for all of us, and I am sure you will understand that. ”

"Great Cave Sage?" said the word. Compared to his previous image in Greydale, the bloodied dwarven leader in front of him has completely changed his appearance, and even his words are much more organized, and can even be regarded as polite, which is almost as big as the sword of benevolence. But this should come from the hidden figure behind the scenes, the one who only heard his voice after the sacrifice in Gray Valley Town, and hid the person who did not see him, and he didn't even know if it was a dwarf or not. Feng Yinqiu was also very curious about what kind of means or prestige were needed to restrain this originally violent dwarven leader into his current appearance.

"In the previous exchanges I had with Mr. Liu, those people surnamed Zhang came to translate for me. But the knowledge of those guys is too low, and what Mr. Liu tells is too profound, so I really don't learn much these days. Now, taking advantage of this good opportunity, could you please explain it to me, Mr. Feng? Of course, I will give you a reward that will definitely satisfy you......

"This dwarf wants to ask me to be a translator for him, so that Daochang Liu can give him guidance. After a deep glance at the leader of the golden stone, Feng Yinqiu turned to Liu Xuanying next to him and said. "What does Daochang Liu think? It just so happens that I also want to see what kind of mystery is going on behind these dwarves. ”

"Where does the poor Dao still have the right to refuse, this is a headache that Lord Li has to arrange. Liu Xuanying could only smile bitterly. "It's really good that Mr. Feng has come to share a share of the poor road. ”

"Okay. Wind Yinqiu nodded at the dwarven leader. "It's a pity that this battle seems to be over, if you have anything to ask, let's ask again. ”

"Hey, hey, maybe not. The goldstone leader grinned and let out a tooth-wrenching laugh that looked like tearing wood, his eyes staring at the middle of the field. "These War Temple guys aren't that easy to succumb to. ”

The cheers around were still deafening. Although I didn't see it very clearly before, there was no doubt about the victory, and the ordinary soldiers of the envoy group were really depressed some time ago, and at this time, when I saw such a fierce fight, it was still the people on my side who defeated the giant man who looked extremely terrifying, so it was natural to burst out all the enthusiastic cheers and give them to the victor who kept raising his hand in the middle.

"Well, yes, yes. As Mr. Invincible said, this is really good for the morale of the military. In the stands, even Master Li Wenmin felt quite satisfied with the high mood around him, and couldn't help but smile and nod his head again and again. But then he frowned slightly as if he had thought of something again. "But how did that brute vomit blood and not move with such a gentle pat? Why did he have to fight another three hundred rounds, break his hands and feet and make the flesh and blood blurred, and finally win with difficulty, this is the right reason. Isn't it easy for people to see the clue when he vomits blood like this? Which of you should bring a message to Daochang Liu, saying that you should also pay attention to a way of yin and yang behind your back, and if you are seen through, it can only be counterproductive. Also, why did Mr. Invincible clench his fists around like that street performer, isn't it a bit too much to be in the limelight like this......

The old man of the Zhang family on the side hurriedly said: "My lord is wise, but the outcome of this is decided, and those barbarians have nothing to say." Mr. Invincible's martial arts are profound, and he is likely to be able to defeat even if he is facing the enemy head-on. He also knew that the most critical thing in the current situation was due to the extraordinary courage of the adults, if he replaced the conceited lord Bo, the old and conservative Lord Su would definitely not dare to hold such an open competition. Therefore, in order to live up to the painstaking efforts of adults, it is necessary to further boost morale. Now that the situation has become very good, the old man feels that there is no need to do anything else......"

"Well, sir, that's right. Master Li smiled, holding his long beard, and his expression was satisfied, as if the cheers around him were coming towards him.

And to say that the one who enjoys the cheers around the most is the sword of benevolence in the center of the field. He kept walking in a circle with his hands folded into fists, waving at the onlookers around him, his fleshy face almost laughing badly, and the cheers of the soldiers and sailors around him were endless, which was not unrelated to his constant agitation, especially those Euros who had heard the news and came to see the excitement. These Euros don't have a preference because of their race, they have seen more or less of these battles in the Temple of War, it is a bloody show for them, and it doesn't matter who the winner is.

Behind the Sword of Benevolence, the giant man Suo Wude held the sword in both hands, his huge body trembled, especially the muscles on his face beat as if they were about to break, but he still couldn't fight. His eyes were so red that they were almost dripping blood, and he could only watch his opponent not far away smug. The severe pain caused by the shattering of internal organs is far beyond the limit that ordinary people can bear, and it is not comparable to the skin and flesh, even if his fighting spirit is strong and his will is strong, he can only barely maintain himself without falling to the ground and groaning and screaming.

The old priest of the Temple of the God of War was scrambling with a few retinues to apply ointment to his chest and abdomen, and although he had never seen such a concussion of a cow fighting a cow across the mountains, he had seen too many injuries in his decades of life, and it soon became clear that Sovud was suffering an almost fatal blow to his internal organs. After applying the ointment, he scolded one of his men to hurry up and inform the Guardian Hand, and cast a pain-relieving spell himself, and then the old priest took a glass vial from his bosom and put it to Sovud's mouth to pour into his mouth.

Sovud's lips twitched, as if it wasn't easy to open. The old priest was a little anxious, pinched his teeth and tried to force his mouth open, but as soon as he pinched his mouth open, a mouthful of blood mixed with fine pieces of blood spurted out, spurting the old priest's face all over the blood.

"If you still hope that he can hold on to the priest of the Guardian Hand, you'd better not act rashly, his current internal organs are probably already a pot of boiled chops, but he still has to hold on, and he will vomit out if he moves. The Sword of Benevolence turned and looked at the panicked, bloodied old priest with a peculiar expression of mockery and superiority on his face. "You didn't let the people of the Guardian Hand follow you beforehand, are you afraid that they will hinder you warrior from killing me? What a bunch of self-righteous fools, fighting for the sake of fighting, fighting for the sake of fighting, you are not even as good as wild beasts, what glory do you talk about? ”

The old priest was so angry that he didn't even reach out to wipe the blood on his face. On the side, Sovud opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood mist.

"Andrews, in your name! burn my life to glorify you!" Sovuld, who had spurted out this large mouthful of blood, seemed to suddenly break free from the shackles of severe pain, and suddenly stood up, his eyes were already bloodshot into two blood beads, and his bloody mouth opened like a passage to a bloody hell, and let out a roar full of blood and anger.

A more intense light of fighting energy erupted from Suo Wud's body than before, and the giant man who roared this loudly also erupted with an even stronger speed, rushing towards the Sword of Benevolence. The audience around them, who were still cheering just now, suddenly exclaimed in unison.

"You two saw it. The high-ranking fighters of the Temple of War can invoke the names of their gods, cut off all pain, ignore any injuries and pains, and burst out with greater power at the cost of life force, making them faster and more powerful. So these guys are very difficult, even more hateful than the golems, and in this state you have to break them up into several pieces to really kill them. Hey. ”

On the sidelines, the Jinshi Chief, who was explaining, didn't know what excited him, and licked his lips as he spoke, and his tongue brought out a strong earthy stench and rotten smell. It's a pity that his Euroo language can only be understood by Feng Yinqiu, but whether it is Feng Yinqiu or Liu Xuanying, they are only slightly surprised by the outburst of the giant man Suo Wude, and there is not much surprise.

"We also have this kind of state on the battlefield in the West, but it is usually done with drugs or other evil means..."Feng Yinqiu didn't bother to translate to Liu Xuanying, and casually explained it to the leader of Jinshi. "It's not a good idea, especially in a really high-level fight. Without practice and habit, the sudden increase in power and explosiveness will only lead to an out-of-tune movement, which is a fatal mistake in our fighting philosophy, and experienced martial artists can easily seize such opportunities. ”

Just as he confirmed his words, Sovud's attack still did not hit the Sword of Benevolence, but was grabbed by his hand joints with a small grappling technique, and the crisp sound of the joints shattering was as clear as a firecracker. Even if this chief fighter didn't feel the slightest pain at this time, it was impossible to complete the movement without the support of bones alone, and the two swords in his hands could only fall to the ground after his wrists were shattered.

But this little disability did not make this crazy giant man back down in the slightest, and in the furious roar, he took this opportunity to use his arms to hold the sword of benevolence that was close to him, and the already hideous muscles and flesh swelled even more, rising high like an explosion, as if he wanted to crush this enemy into flesh with his own flesh and blood.

There was a muffled sound, as if a ripe watermelon had been slapped violently. Before he could be caught, the Sword of Benevolence's palms were raised, and at this time, it slapped left and right on both of Sovud's ears. It seemed to be just two slaps in the face, but it made the giant man stop completely.

It still didn't seem to have the slightest external injury, but this muscular giant who could ignore even the rupture of internal organs, and was said to be more difficult to deal with than a golem by the leader of the golden stone, did not move, his eyes were still full of bloodshots, but he no longer had the slightest look.

With a slight struggle, the Sword of Benevolence broke free from Sowud's embrace, patted his body quite disgustingly, looked at the old priest who was not far away, and said, "Is this disgusting way you fight in the Temple of War? How many years has this guy not taken a bath? Next time, remember to find a female warrior with a sexy body." ”

Behind him, the giant man Sovud fell to the ground like a hollowed cloth bag, his steel-like muscles now completely reduced to muddy cotton, and a viscous pink liquid slowly trickled out of his ears and nostrils.

On the sidelines, Feng Yinqiu said lightly: "You see, the human body is actually very fragile, no matter how unafraid of pain or injury, there is no need to cut him into several pieces." ”

"Hey, hey, hey. "The golden stone leader's eyes were like two crystalline gems soaked in venom, emitting a seeping light. "It's so interesting, with such a superb killing technique, your culture is so interesting. Do you have a god who believes in killing? Please be sure to introduce me to it. ”

PS: Some time ago, I went to Beijing to attend an online conference, and took the opportunity to reimburse air tickets to visit the capital and smell the smog. I've only been back for two days, re-looking for the status, resuming the update, hehe.