"My fist will crush you to ashes!" , The ice giant manipulated by the ice dragon Skasa looked at the dying man in front of him with contempt, it did not have the slightest mercy, the dragon clan itself is a violent nature, they do things simply and roughly.

The berserker, who was on the verge of despair, gave up his futile escape, and gradually stopped, his head bowed, as if lost in thought. The iron fist hanging over his head was smashing down inch by inch, but Bob didn't move as if he didn't notice it, in fact, he was reminiscing about the past.

The young ghost swordsman and his elderly master practice in a village that has been harassed by thieves all the year round, and the master is blind and unable to move, so he can only rely on his apprentice as his left arm and right arm, and the two can be said to depend on each other.

One day, a group of heavily armed and murderous thieves came outside, and they surrounded the village and sent a messenger to ask the villagers to give up their resistance.

"Old fellow, get acquainted, put down your weapons!" , said the thief messenger on his toes.

"Thugs, you have the ability to take it yourself!" , the old father was unmoved.

"Then just wait, our array of arrows will shoot you into a sieve!"

The ghost swordsman master turned his head to look in the direction of his apprentice, although he couldn't see the disciple's appearance clearly, he could feel the fear and hesitation in his heart, so he patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Swords and arrows can only destroy the body, as long as you overcome the fear in your heart, are full of fearlessness, and move forward bravely, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Apprentice, pick up the sword in your hand, go to the Yellow Springs with your teacher, and drink the blood of the enemy!"

"Earth Crack Wave Sword!" As soon as the words fell, the ghost swordsman master raised his eyebrows, and the sword was unsheathed, and a gorgeous flower of death bloomed on the thief messenger who was still menacing just now. Then, with a sword in one hand, he rushed to the enemy position without hesitation.

At that time, the berserker, who was still immature, chewed on his master's words repeatedly, but he could not really understand.

Bob slowly raised his head, he saw the big iron fist less than two meters away from him, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Master, for today, I finally understand your teachings," the berserker muttered to himself, picking up his lightsaber and pointing into the void.

"There is no way to retreat, so why retreat?" , Bob smiled indifferently, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, sweeping away the previous decadent color.

"Apprentice, the cross slash is like the spirit of a person, you must be full of energy, you must not be empty, the more real the blood and qi condensed, the greater the damage it can cause", the guidance of the ghost swordsman master lingered in Bob's ears from time to time.

The berserker's technique was like a dragon whirling dance, and with a single breath, a large blood-colored cross slash was released, meeting the large fist above his head.

"Click", the sound of glass breaking in mid-air.

Bob put away his sword and looked at the ice giant again, and a layer of shiny powder drifted through the sky, just as young Charlie had seen a few years ago.

The ice giant twitched at this time, his blood-colored pupils were shrinking sharply, and the layer of frost armor on his body dissolved faster.

"Damn, you actually broke my tricks!" , the angry voice of the ice dragon Skasa sounded.