Samuro lifted Swift Step's invisibility and challenged Sesk with his sword.

This relieved the old chieftain Darl. The fist is afraid of being young and strong, and he has relied on his wisdom to rule the Fire Blade Clan all these years, and he really can't lift the knife anymore. Sesk has obtained the power bestowed by the blood god, and his combat power is unfathomable, and he is really not sure of defeat.

And Seth said violently: "Who are you?" This is our Fireblade Clan's business, and it's not your turn to meddle. ”

Samuro sneered, "Hehe, I'm Samuro of the Fireblade Clan, and I'm here in search of glory!" It's you, since it's the matter of the Fireblade Clan, why did you bring so many foreign helpers, what are you doing sneakily hiding on the back of the mountain? ”

"Huh?" Dahl was also a shrewd man, and when he heard this, he immediately motioned to the old shaman Shuhetu to send someone to investigate.

Sesk's face changed suddenly, he was afraid that he would not be able to subdue the people of the Fire Blade Clan, so he secretly brought some of the elites of the Blood God Sect to help. When he seizes the position of chieftain, he can immediately suppress the foolish loyalists and change the faith of the entire clan. It must not be exposed before taking the position of chief, and the only way to do this is to cut through the mess with a quick knife.

"Come on, you greenskin. I'd like to see what you're capable of. Seth swung his sword and slashed. After receiving the power of the Blood God, his strength and speed increased suddenly, and the sword was swift and fast, and the blood and qi surrounded the sword body, with curses and corrupting powers.

"Dang!" Samuro swept his sword and moved sideways, not only opening Sesk's sword, but also stabbing his opponent straight at the door.

Sesk shook his head to dodge, but the blade still tore through the body's blood, leaving a bloody streak on his face.

In the past year, Samuro has fought everywhere, has rich experience in actual combat, and has had a lot of exchanges with Chinese sword masters. His swordsmanship has changed a lot, it is no longer the simple straight swordsmanship of the orcs, but with a lot of small skills to unload and borrow strength, and the body footwork is also combined with the swordsmanship.

Samuro wasn't strong and didn't look fast, but every blow Sesk was easily defused by him, and he then took advantage of the situation to fight back. Plain straight stabs or slashes can often force Sesk to be embarrassed.

The audience was full of Sesk's jumping figures and roaring voices, but so far he had not achieved anything, but he was hit by a sword in his body. If it weren't for the super self-healing ability of the blood god's power, he would have fallen down a long time ago.

The old chieftain Darl Triple Bloodblade, who sat on the top and watched the battle, was worried and happy. Looking at this posture, he can't beat either of these two people, but fortunately they fight first, if both lose, he still has a chance.

"Chief, the hidden enemy has been discovered, and about two thousand people are hiding on the back side of the mountain." Shaman Shukhtu said.

"Hmph, just two thousand people want to come to my Fire Blade Clan to make trouble? Let Azuka gather the warriors on guard, and don't have to do it for the time being. ”

Azuka was the daughter of Chief Darl and served as the commander of the Fireblade Army. In the Fireblade Clan, there is no distinction between men and women, it only depends on whether you can fight or not. Azuka has been trained in combat skills since she was a child, and she is a complete female man.

The Fireblade Clan has a population of more than 30,000 in this core oasis area, and young and middle-aged men and women are excellent warriors, and the sound of the horn can pull up more than 10,000 troops. Two thousand people were not put in the eyes of the old chieftain at all.

What really worries the old chief is the decline of his power. This time it's his grandson, who will challenge him next time?

Sesk stopped his attack, gasped for breath, and scolded, "You coward who can only dodge, dare to have a head-to-head confrontation with me?" ”

Samuro laughed, "We're now deciding who can be the chief, boy. Strength is important, but how to use it correctly cannot be ignored. You can only use brute force like this, how can you lead the clan? ”

The surrounding high-ranking members of the Fireblade Clan all nodded in agreement with Samuro's statement.

Only Nirru Fireblade gestured to Sesk with a gloomy face.

"You brought it on yourself!" Seth reversed his blade and slashed an "X" on his chest, splattering blood and converging with the blood that flowed from the other wounds into a single rune of blood.

"Blood God, give me ......"

Before Sesk could finish his sentence, he was struck hard in the back. Silently, Samuro ran behind him and launched a sneak attack. A fool would wait for him to summon the power of the blood god before fighting.

Kicking Sesk into the air, Samuro pointed his sword at his opponent and said, "Fool, at the cost of your own blood, borrow power that does not belong to you, do you want to become a puppet of the evil god?" Stand up, in the name of your ancestors, and fight for honor. ”

Sesk coughed up a mouthful of blood with his sword and said, "The ancestors are still in Draenor, what can they do except set up a bunch of useless rules?" Only the blood gods can give us strength. ”

"Wherever we are, our ancestors are with us, and glory cannot be discarded under any excuse." After all, the other party is the grandson of the old chief, and this time he wants to seize control of the Fireblade Clan, and Samuro can't directly chop him, so he can only fight with him. Fortunately, he has been with Xiang Ningxuan for a long time, and his mouth cannon kung fu is also a must among orcs. Perhaps, in the future, his title can be called Samuro with virtue.

Just behind Samuro, Nirru Fireblade was quietly casting spells to connect with the Blood God.

The fluctuation of divine power did not alarm Samuro, but the old shaman Shuhetu immediately sensed it. In the sacred duel, not only the power of the evil god is used, but there are also people who cheat to help, is this worth it?

Shuhetu was about to stop him when a large, rough hand grabbed him. Old Chief Darl sneered and shook his head.

Samuro didn't lose much, and if he defeated Sesk like this, Dahl was not sure to defeat him. If you lose for a while, will it be possible to give up the position of chieftain? It is in their own interest to let them continue to fight, and it is in their own interest to lose both.

"Whew!" Divine power was infused, and Seth jumped up, and the blood-red light wrapped around the sword body and slashed down.

"I see how you hide! Mouse. ”

This sword was no longer just a physical attack, the power of the rotten blood spread out, turning into a large net and facing Samuro. Wide attacks naturally have nowhere to hide.

With a bang, Samuro was wiped out.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Samuro is just a fantasy clone.

Seth sensed something was wrong, too, but it was too late.

A distant dragon roar sounded beside him.

The dragon aura attached to the Samuro banner roared and tore through the mist of rotting blood, and with a single sword, slashed Sesk into the air.

"Whew!" The injured Seth was covered in blood and steaming, and his momentum was rising instead of falling, the wounds on his body were sprouted, and his entire body swelled again, no longer resembling an orc.

Rotting blood pressure, Sesk pounced on Samuro again, this time, not only faster, but also with a change of direction in the air, blocking all dodge routes.

"Bang!" The two giant swords intersected and collided together.

The inhuman force directly crashed through the fence of the arena. But this kind of life-and-death moment, why do you care about this?

Samuro activated the clone technique, got rid of the suppression, and jumped to the head of Seske with a swift step.

But Sesk's speed also increased, and he let Samuro's sword slash at his shoulder, using his muscles to grip the blade, and his body corrupted by the evil god was completely painless. He slashed with his backhand sword.

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