There was a muffled thud, and Feng Yinqiu staggered back several steps, and before he could stand firm, the dwarven leader's heavy punch came like a shadow, and he only had time to raise his arm to cover it, and the whole person was knocked out.

After flying nearly ten meters and knocking a dwarf who couldn't dodge into the air, Feng Yinqiu smashed the half-hidden wooden door of a dilapidated house into a pile of broken furniture before stopping.

I pinched the painful arm, and the swelling under the skin quickly dissipated, and the damaged small muscles and blood vessels slowly recovered. Feng Yinqiu stood up from a pile of tattered wood and walked out.

"Oh, how can you still stand up like this, and you still look fine? It's hard to imagine, it seems that you Westerners have a lot of tricks. Or did you learn the methods of those arcanists and transplant all the organs and muscles of any magical beast into your body to have such a physique, right? I always feel that your muscles and bones seem to taste a little different from normal humans......

Not far away, the grim-faced dwarven leader also had a look of surprise on his face, as if he were looking at an incredible monster. Surprised, he smiled again, as if this monster could easily make a meal with a very different flavor: "Forget it, it's okay, it's just enough for me to play more." It's rare to have a chance to slowly kill a mage with your own hands. How about pulling your bones out one by one, as a prelude to the final action, that's a good way to play, right?"

The leader of the dwarves kneaded his hands as wide as a fan, making not the crunch of bones, but the gut-aching sound of metal or rock squeezing hard. He didn't use heavy weapons like warhammers and axes like the other dwarves, but his hands were empty, because those fists were far heavier, harder, and more nimble than any dwarven warhammer.

The surrounding dwarves let out a deafening cheer, coupled with the sound of countless axes and hammers crashing against each other, and the sound of striking shields seemed to really deaf people's ears. They scattered around the periphery and formed an encirclement in an orderly manner, vacating an open space with a radius of about 100 meters in the middle, for their leader and Feng Yinqiu to be one-on-one.

Gawain also stood at the edge of the encirclement with a gloomy face, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was already exposed, but he just stood aside and watched quietly and did not intervene, because this was the 'blood fight' between Feng Yinqiu and the dwarven leader.

The custom of placing certain conditions as a bet and each side of the battle sending a warrior to fight to the death is common in various primitive and backward subhuman or barbarian tribal cultures. When the dwarven leader made this suggestion just now, it surprised both Feng Yinqiu and Gao Wen, after all, it was the dwarven side that had the advantage, and it seemed that they had the highest chance of winning under the leadership of this leader.

However, on closer inspection, this suggestion seems to be quite normal. Dwarves live far longer than humans, and their fertility and adulthood are relatively less and longer, and each dwarven warrior is a valuable asset to the clan. And from the words of the dwarven leader, it seems that they will have a bigger battle in the future. Compared with forcing two tricky prey that are not easy to deal with into a corner, it is also very reasonable to show some promising conditions for the prey and reduce the loss of their own personnel.

Of course, this is based on the dwarven leader's determination of victory and defeat, and absolute confidence in his own strength. At least for now, he was right.

The sound of the dwarven leader's short legs stomping on the ground was like a dense war drum, and the whole person was like a large iron ball that was agile and ghostly, rushing towards the wind in a very strange and very fast way on the ground. His hands were long by dwarven standards, and he occasionally supported the ground with his hands as he bent and ran, making it easier to turn, while his hands constantly shone like metal.

With a bang, although the dwarven leader's fist didn't seem to be too fast, the wind that exploded in the air was actually not inferior to the sound of the firearm firing, and it was just like that, a punch in front of him hit Feng Yinqiu's chest.

Feng Yinqiu didn't dare to parry or resist. The parry just now had already made him understand that this dwarf's fist could not be blocked by a hard fight, and he had not encountered a fist like this in years. He could only turn sideways slightly.

The fist swept two inches away from his side, and then the fist was clawed again before it was old, and it was gripped back in the opposite direction. Feng Yinqiu's feet turned, and he still avoided the danger. Strictly speaking, his martial arts can only be stronger than the third-rate, and the second-rate is not the second-rate, but he is better than the extremely miscellaneous things he has learned, especially some small kung fu of the Tang Sect, which can be regarded as an unpassed secret in the rivers and lakes of China. Although he neglected to practice, if he relied on those basic body skills to dodge this dwarven leader, it was more than enough to attack too quickly.

But the hand that the dwarven leader grabbed back suddenly changed, and the five mallets suddenly stretched out, and the front section was extremely sharp and sharp, like five short swords, directly cutting five deep wounds on Feng Yinqiu's chest.

And at this time, Feng Yinqiu's hand also swung towards the dwarven leader's neck at this time, and the colorful lightsaber erupted from his hand and took shape instantly, but the other hand of the dwarf leader seemed to be waiting there for a long time, just blocking this slash. The razor-sharp lightsaber sliced into the metallic arm, draining all its strength from a single inch-deep wound before vanishing.

The two of them each took a few steps back. The leader of the dwarves touched the short side of his neck, some red blood stains remained on his hands, and the aftermath of the rainbow sword also cut a small wound there, but it didn't seem to hurt much. And the hand he used to resist didn't even have a trace of blood, and the slightest sour smell wafted from the inch-deep wound, but he didn't care, it was also full of metal and rock texture and rock, and there was not a trace of flesh and blood.

"This arcane lightsaber is also at least four-ringed. But to deal with the power given to me by the great earth elemental god, one or two swords are not enough. But how many more times can you use it, boy?" the dwarven leader smirked and wiped his fingers with a rock-like crust on the wound on the side of his neck. His mutated fingers had reverted to their original shapes, but they were still the color of metal.

Feng Yinqiu didn't speak, but just pressed the wound on his chest. The muscles and blood vessels contracted by themselves instantly, and there was not much blood seeping out, but he could feel it very clearly, and the five wounds even left marks on the ribs. The hand of the dwarven leader looked like soft clay when it was transformed, but it was no less hard than any sword when formed, and when wielded with the tremendous power of that hand, it was more lethal than the great axes of other dwarves.

It was the first time he had met such an empty-handed warrior on the continent. But strictly speaking, this dwarf is not using a martial art similar to the palm fist method on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, because his weapon is his hands, which is himself. The metallic color condensed on his hand was a concentrated earth element, and this condensed element condensed by divine magic was even tougher than the war golem he had seen before. In other words, the Adamantite Blade Body of the War Golem was originally used to simulate this condensed element by means of alchemy, giving it a state of law.

The essence of the earth element is not only all kinds of gems and crystals, but also all kinds of metals. The dwarves' natural affinity for the earth element is what they like the most, and they are also the most suitable for smelting and forging various metals, but because the level of civilization and the innate intelligence perception are not high, they are far behind by humans in the advanced form of alchemy. But when a very small number of them were gifted, such as the dwarven leader named Jinshi, who directly used the talent of the earth element in battle on the path of divine art, he directly transformed himself into a golem.

Even in some places, this dwarven leader is far more difficult to deal with than the golem, after all, no matter how elaborately designed the golem is, it is a dead thing, how can it be compared to the perception and application of the laws of talent by living beings.

Knock, the dwarven leader's footsteps stepped twice, the ground shook slightly, and the whole person slammed straight into the wind like a cannonball.

It's not that the dwarven leader deliberately wants to make such a noise, but that he does have power beyond ordinary people's imagination in every move he makes. The solid ground that was deliberately leveled and could be used for thousands of catties of golems to gallop to their heart's content, and when he stepped down hard, he would sink a small dirt pit, which represented the impact of tens of thousands of catties.

Feng Yinqiu could only flash to the side again. The highly condensed elemental laws not only made the dwarven leader's body and fists as tough as adamantite gold, but also could become extremely heavy from the heart at will, and the impact carried on the fist larger than the casserole was even greater than that of a battering ram. Just now, Feng Yinqiu's body that far surpassed that of a human could be hit, and if an ordinary person was hit by such a fist head-on, I am afraid that he would be beaten to pieces like a piece of blood tofu.

As soon as his feet froze, the other hand of the dwarf leader grabbed it in the air, and he used a magic technique similar to the one used by the earth priest to hide in the shadows just now, and the soil on the ground turned into a swamp soft mud that was as easy as force, and he also took the initiative to absorb it towards his feet, which immediately made Feng Yinqiu's pace chaotic. Although the strength of this divine technique was not as strong as that of the Earth Priest just now, the timing of the use was very good, and it was just right to cooperate with the attack. Feng Yinqiu couldn't dodge it anymore, so he could only hold his hands into balls and meet the punch of the dwarven leader.

With a bang, Feng Yinqiu was sent out again. Although this move, 'like sealing', was a wonderful trick used by the True Martial Sect to unload his strength and defend the palace, but he only had two or three points of effect at most when he used it half-baked, and of course he couldn't completely dissolve the strength of the dwarf leader's fist, and he was hit in the chest by a punch, and flew out thirty or forty meters away like an arrow before staggering to a stand.

"Oh-oh?" was the dwarven leader, whose dark eyes, so small that they almost hid under his eyebrows, widened with a bit of hideous joy. "It didn't break your ribs? Your defense is good, good. Let's take our time. ”

In a sharp pain in his chest, a smell of blood permeated with the violent aura, Feng Yinqiu squinted his eyes, wiped the blood from his mouth, and barely suppressed this feeling of being on the verge of losing control. If the innate spirit rune in the Ten Thousand True Talisman can recover two or three more paths, such an opponent is not a problem, or the summoned elemental elder he obtained before is not an earth element that happens to be restrained by these dwarves, and he doesn't have to be afraid of this dwarf barbarian.

But in the current situation, this dwarven warrior who cultivated the path of Shinto, or the holy warrior dwarf who was the god of the earth element, really just restrained himself. The thickness and heaviness of the earth elemental in law was vividly exerted by the melee combat skills of this dwarven leader. Even if this dwarf's combat skills are not very subtle and flexible, it is still a bit of a dwarf's unique thick and clumsy, but the experience trained in years of life and death struggle is enough to make up for this shortcoming.

And he always felt that there were some familiar shadows in this dwarf's boxing technique, as if he was intentionally or unintentionally imitating the fighting style of a person he was once very familiar with, especially the way he hit just now, which deteriorated a lot, but it was indeed the set of punches that he had learned many times.

"Where did you learn that punch just now?" asked Feng Yinqiu. "Is it from a Westerner with only one arm?"

The leader of the dwarves froze for a moment, and looked up and down Feng Yinqiu again with cold eyes, and after a while, he smiled nervously, and suddenly pointed sideways at Gao Wen, who was standing not far away, and said loudly, "Kill him." ”

Everyone was stunned. The wind roared, Gao Wen didn't react for a while, and the surrounding dwarves burst out in unison after a very short stunned moment, and the tide rushed towards Gao Wen in the middle. Before the people arrived, countless small tomahawks and throwing hammers rained down on them.

"I'll take you to him. The leader of the dwarves pounced at the wind again, the smile on his face still hideous. "But first you have to pull out all the bones in your limbs. What I said to those who could use arcane arts, I always had to keep it. ”

A burst of scarlet color suddenly rose in Feng Yinqiu's eyes, but when he was about to catch up, he suddenly noticed something, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

There were dozens of axes and hammers in the sky, and the dwarves in the rear even leaped high and leaped past their compatriots in front of them to throw their weapons at Gawain. But in the midst of these axes and hammers, a dozen more fist-sized things were scattered around.

There was a loud pop, as if a huge ripe berry had been popped, and the overwhelming pulp and slime exploded from the dozen or so things at the same time, enveloping the entire area within a radius of about a hundred meters. The mucus was very abundant, very thick, and very evenly distributed, and in mid-air it adhered to each other and solidified into a large net of semi-solids, falling straight down, covering everything below.

Gawain, who was swinging his sword with all his might to fend off the various small hammeraxes that were raining down like rain around him, and almost all the dwarves who were rushing towards Gawain were tightly covered by this slime network. This slime is extremely sticky and tenacious after half-solidification, and those dwarves who were originally not strong are like mosquitoes trapped in a spider's web, and can only struggle desperately and in vain.

Although it is also within the range of this slime net, Feng Yinqiu is not stuck by this net. He was the first to notice this strange slime web, just watching this strange thing fall head-on, he subconsciously used the rainbow sword one last time, just a few slashes to cut a hole above himself.

A flash of fire flew from a distance, and just fell on Gao Wen, who was struggling to break free of the slime, and the mucus immediately burned, and Gao Wen's fighting spirit flashed, and those flames shook and fell off with the slime, not hurting him in the slightest.

"Lord Gawain, Westerners, quick, this way!" a man was waving at the place where the fire was shooting.

Gawain and Feng Yinqiu glanced at each other, they didn't know this person, but the one who could help them at this time would not be more dangerous than these dwarves. Gao Wen jumped up high and the light of the fighting spirit appeared, a leap was dozens of meters, when he fell in mid-air, he casually ripped off a piece of clothing and threw it on the back of a dwarf who was about to struggle, and stepped on the dwarf again with his foot, and at the same time, he borrowed his strength again, and then slipped out of the range of the mucus network dozens of meters away.

Wind Yinqiu, on the other hand, sped all the way to that side, shredding all the slime networks along the way. He had already discovered that after this slime was cut by the rainbow sword, some parts burned, and some were frozen and completely lost their viscosity, while the power of the rainbow sword itself almost lost nothing, obviously just to restrain this kind of thing. And the vibration of the magic net he felt just now also fully explained where this thing came from.

"Arcanist!!I'm going to kill you!!!" With a high-pitched, piercing roar, the dwarven leader finally broke free from the slime, or rather, he simply crawled out from under a mass of slime. This mucus seemed to take special care of him, and the rest of the place was just a dense network of inches thick, and what fell on his head was simply a large lump with a diameter of three or four meters, which directly buried him underneath.

Even with the dwarven leader blessed with the power of the earth elemental magic, it was not easy to completely get rid of such a large cloud of slime. He stood up with all his might, and violently ripped off the slime that had stuck to his head and face, tearing off a large mass of his beard and hair, just barely enough to see the backs of Feng Yinqiu and Gawain disappear into the distant building.

A group of dwarves followed them not far behind. Those dwarves didn't have slime on their bodies, it seemed that they were lucky not to be covered by this slime net in the outermost part, they had obviously chased Feng Yinqiu and Gao Wen who had escaped just now, but now they stopped there inexplicably, some ran wildly but spun in place like headless flies, some stared blankly and thoughtfully, and some simply roared and wrestled with each other, as if they had suddenly become a group of delirious madmen.

"Arcanist, I'm going to kill you!!I'm going to kill you!!!" the dwarven leader screamed and jumped on the spot two or three meters high, smashing a hole into the ground beneath his feet.