Suddenly Zaror heard a voice, a covenant that would lead people to heaven, floating in the imperceptible sky, and when he tried to catch it again, there was only the sound of the wind. [Latest chapter reading.]

Immediately after, the sound of the wind was replaced by the sharp sound of the dark swordsman Lossac's two-handed greatsword slashing down rapidly, and the powerful wind pressure seemed to be able to peel away the fragile and old skin on his face.

Mozarol's aging eyes were originally gloomy, but when he saw the huge sword shadow wrapped in ice chips falling, he suddenly glowed with a radiant brilliance.

It's like the most voracious beast seeing the tastiest chicks.

He watched in amazement at the whereabouts of the greatsword, as it approached, as it slashed at his skull, and he felt the blood pool on his scalp, where it swelled, itched, and chilled!

It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've felt like this.

The sigh came from the bottom of his heart, beating the drums of war in his soul, and the old and thin body struggled to reach out a hand, and then pushed it up.

Lose your marbles!

He must be crazy!

He actually used ** to resist the steel heavy sword attached to the dark element!

Almost all the onlookers on the high slope showed a look of wonder and disappointment, and Cejes clung to the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning white with exertion.

And Luo Lan's eyes widened, he stared at the field with all his attention, not letting go of even a tiny detail, he knew that things would definitely not be so simple!

Sure enough, a surprising scene appeared.

Mozarol's hands were so firmly pinched on the great sword that was not much different from his height.

A strange picture appeared on the scene, which seemed to be like a freeze-frame. A giant's fallen greatsword was grabbed by a thin shadow with one hand.

In fact, this is just a short moment, but because the impact of such a scene is too huge, it has formed a deep impression in everyone's minds and lingers for a long time.

In this brief moment of distraction, Mozarol and the great sword on the ground suddenly burst into a golden light on the dead hand of the ground, and this light literally cut a hole in the dark curtain like the sharpest knife.

"Boom!"

Lossack's hands shattered like ice, and the dark flesh and broken armor seemed to be evenly split into countless neat and fine small fragments scattered all over the sky, but fortunately his blood had long since dried up, otherwise he would have seen a greater baptism.

At the same time, flying high in the air was the huge earth heavy sword. It rolled over heavily in the air, slamming into the solid stone floor with a "whin", smashing countless irregular cracks, bouncing small stones from them and splashing wildly everywhere.

Standing not far away, Pons let out a light "huh". Behind him, his companion let out a soft snort.

Other than that, however, they didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help.

In fact, when the huge sound sounded in the ears of Luo Lan and the others, all this had already happened, but because of the distance and Mozarol's too fast shot, the audio-visual delay was caused.

But no one thought about it. Because Mozarol's action was not over, his other hand had already been raised and clenched into a fist, and then struck at the waist and abdomen of the dark swordsman, with his height. If you play a flat fist, you can only get there.

This time, his intention was obvious, but there was no earth-shattering momentum, and there was no roar of thunder and lightning. It's still the limp punches and silent movements.

There is hardly anything to be taken seriously about this punch. However, at the moment when the dark swordsman's body was approached. Suddenly, the surging power surged out like a stormy wave.

"Boom!"

It was as if a boulder had been pushed down from a high cliff. Then there was a dull thud after falling straight into the middle of the pool.

By the time Luo Lan and the others heard the sound again, the dark swordsman's body had already fallen far away, and the fragments of the metal armor were scattered to the ground. Then the latter's huge body and the stone slab on the ground also had a most direct and intimate impact.

Mozarol slowly raised his head in the night wind, he touched his gray stubble, and then let out a violent cough, and there was a trace of blood on his pale cheeks.

He looked at his fist, there was a shallow scratch on the back of his hand, the wound was very small, but it just happened to leak a little red blood, if it wasn't for the slight itching, maybe it wouldn't have been noticed.

He frowned, a deep wrinkle forming at the corner of his eye.

At this moment, his expression was a little strange, and he turned his head suddenly, because he seemed to hear that strange sound again, but just now,

But they disappeared without a trace, as if they were mischievous elves, hiding in the depths of the forest.

Everyone watching the battle on the high slope was silent, and in the blink of an eye, they hit a dark swordsman of the eighth order or so, could this be the strength of the Guardian Knight?

But is it all too simple? It's unbelievably simple.

Moreover, the two companions of the Dark Swordsman did not react, nor did they come forward to help, nor did they feel anxious and angry, they stood still in place, looking like they were watching a good show, as if the battle was not over.

The Dark Priest Pons let out a low laugh, he tilted his head, and said, "Kosse, do you see that?"

"Well," the man behind him nodded, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's kind of interesting," he shook his head again, and said, "But this cultivation method is too torturous, isn't it?" ”

Pons snorted and said in a deep voice: "Although his body is old, but under the decaying surface it contains the endurance and endurance that has been tempered for thousands of years, not only can he withstand the chopping of heavy weapons, but even the attacks of those negative elements attached to it that freeze, sluggish, dark, and chaotic have not hurt him at all, and there is only one way to exercise to this extent and still look so obscure on the outside." ”

"Inner Alchemy!"

Xi Jiesi, who was watching the battle on the high slope, said such a term with a hint of melancholy and reminiscence.

"What's that?" it must be a mistake to think of Florsanders as an elf, and his level of knowledge is as shallow as a human of his age, perhaps not as good as that.

Devany let out a heartfelt sigh.

Although there are many kinds of fighting spirit and magic on the Apollo continent, the skills of training are not the same.

In addition to some esoteric methods, there are also techniques that are not kept secret within certain groups or religions, but which few people are able to practice.

This is the case with the inner alchemy, and the clergy who are slightly higher within the Sect of Light are aware of this self-harming method.

In the beginning, this method was just a very simple fighting spirit training, through the understanding of martial arts, the perception of the body's potential, and then the stimulation of the powerful energy contained in the body.

However, under more in-depth exercise, exercisers are required to restrain the excitation of the fighting spirit in the body, compress and condense it, and then release it suddenly, repeatedly impacting and impacting every nerve and tissue on their body.

This is like a weapon used to attack others but is borne by themselves, after repeated training, when they can withstand their own fighting spirit attack, they condense their fighting spirit again, and when they improve and start to impact their own ** again.

Year after year, day after day.

In the later stage, their ** also began to become strong and durable, of course, such pain is not something ordinary people can bear

Usually such a person, the older he gets, the more terrible he becomes.

However, the use of their fighting spirit is only a simple move, which is infinitely compressed and then released in an instant, which is like combining all the fighting energy that has been trained for decades into one point and bursting out, the power can be imagined

But it is precisely because of its huge power that they cannot use it too much in a certain period of time, and even use it once to weaken the original power.

And only those who protect the knight, who risk their lives and do not often encounter opponents, will practice this masochistic method.

"Hehe," a voice came from nowhere, "Ignorant one, do you think you've hit me?"

A diminutive figure spun out from behind the dark priest Pons, this Confucian-like creature was an authentic human, and as his little short legs moved, the shattered corpse of the dark swordsman on the ground gradually turned into a faint black mist and dissolved into the surrounding air. Even the shattered armor disappeared without a trace, as if they were an illusion.

"Look around, I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought that what you just hit was just a phantom, right?" The short, chubby face had a wicked smile on his face, and he seemed to be deeply proud of his cunning, he stretched out a finger the thickness of a radish and shook it, and said, "I am a blood puppeteer. With just a drop of blood in your body, I can conjure up a person exactly like you in a short period of time, with the same martial arts, physical strength, endurance, breathing, emotion, and thinking!"

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