Gynod had always thought that the young man in front of him was a swordsman, but in fact, the fighting style of the bandit leader Gross was closer to that of the player.

In Discord, players only pursue simple and pure life and death and victory or defeat in battles, especially those who spend all day long in the ranked battlefield.

Sharp intuition, accurate calculations!

At the current level stage, Gross knew very well that after he opened the [Counter Counterattack], it would not be a problem to bear the damage of this round of siege.

And because of this stunt, taking damage means a powerful burst later.

Finish off these crossbow-wielding enemies in the fastest way possible! Don't leave your opponent a chance.

The sword was silent.

The sword qi is particularly long, five or six meters long.

A curtain of blue light flickered in the air, and the surrounding pine forest became a static image—the inverted cone-shaped pine canopy was still covered with snow, and the mercenaries noticed that their breathing seemed to stop instantly.

Icy cold, cold enough to freeze blood.

A glimpse of the sword in the field of vision.

Incise.

There was a booming explosion, and after Gross's sword swept out, there was a loud explosion in the air—the turbulent air flow was like a hurricane, and the snow on the dark green pine needles flew all over the sky.

It's like a snow rolling up between heaven and earth.

One of the mercenaries closest to him opened his mouth, his eyes wide open, and he tried to scream, but found that his vocal cords could not make any sound at all.

Not only him, but also the other mercenaries around the young man seemed to have lost the ability to speak at this moment.

A thin line of bright red strung them together.

Helvig held the sword in his hand, and he stared at the young man in front of him, his handsome face showing an incredible expression—the pain of tears came from his body, and he saw the thin red thread grow thick and strong.

Spilled liquids.

Warm, showy.

Then stained his retina red.

Stumps and flesh flew together.

This sword?

It's not just the superb swordsmanship of the artistic conception of the swordsman, the absolute power in it has even surpassed Helweig's life cognition.

The blade of the Frosty Long Sword fell.

Gross bowed down in the red and white scenery and took a heavy step forward!

Dozens of faces of surprise, fear, pain, or regret were reflected in his clear brown eyes, and after wielding the strongest sword, he had no intention of letting his opponent go.

The leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, Ginod, was already slumped in the snow. He was still some distance away from the young man just now, but the scene that happened in front of his eyes completely frightened him

Before I knew it, the crotch of my pants was already wet.

He is a veteran mercenary who has been fighting for decades, and he has experienced many battles. Originally, he thought that the young man in front of him was already an amazing swordsman, but now, he realized that he had guessed wrong.

And, wildly wrong.

That sword was completely out of the power of the inauguration level.

A swordsman with the strength of the first order of awakening?

Ginnod looked at the young face: pure mountain blood was revealed, the bridge of the nose was straight, the eyes were deep, the eyebrows were raised to the sideburns, and although there was a faint furry beard on the cheeks, if you looked closely at his appearance and posture, it was certain that he was definitely only in his early twenties.

When did such a figure emerge among the mountain people?

Gross stepped down, the sword in his hand still moving forward.

Except for a few dumbfounded mercenaries in the distance, only three of them were still standing in this dwarf pine forest—

Helwig lost his right hand holding the sword. From the elbows, the bones and joints were pale, and the rolled skin and cut muscles were blurred by blood.

He ripped the fabric of his clothes and was about to wrap and stop the bleeding temporarily, when he saw the young man's gaze, and he felt like he was sinking into a cold cellar with no temperature.

A sword.

The skull flew high with the severed strands of hair.

Helwig felt his whole body become light, and the scenery of snow and pine forests froze in his vision, and then quickly turned into black and white.

Pitch black, silent.

Gross hadn't forgotten that the white-haired young man had stabbed him hard just now.

The other two mercenaries, although they still held a strong crossbow in their hands, they had no strength at all at this time. One was disemboweled, and a piece of intestines flowed out of the gap; The other lost a leg and foot, and he let out a frightened cry of "ho-ho" and jumped backwards on one leg.

Brush Brush –

Two extremely light swords.

Gross turned.

There were only two mercenaries left with crossbows, but Scott, Oliver, and Levine had already caught up with them—the blades of their swords slashed with a crisp and intermittent sound, and Miss Mage stood still, staring blankly at the bloodied bandit leader.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Only ten seconds had passed since they returned to the snow in the dwarf pine forest.

But after ten seconds, everything around me changed.

Radia felt a chill, a chill that rose from the depths of her soul, from her spine, as a young girl, it was the first time she had seen such a bloody and terrifying scene—

The maker of the scene is Mr. Gross. After getting along these days, she thought that she was already familiar with Mr. Gross, but at this time, she suddenly felt that the figure who wielded the sword fiercely and decisively was a little unfamiliar.

Gross walked towards the other two mercenaries.

His pace is not fast.

Just the rustling sound of stepping on the snow was like a drumstick beating on the heart, and a mercenary inadvertently glanced at the approaching figure, and was about to turn around to escape, but did not notice the long sword stabbed in front of him.

The sword pierced through the ribs and stabbed through the heart.

Formerly a legionnaire, Scott quickly took out his opponents.

On the other hand, under the combined attack of Oliver and Levin, the mercenary was in a hurry, compared to the strength of the two opponents, who only had the strength of the civilian level, he was at the beginning of the inauguration level, and it stands to reason that he would not be embarrassed.

Gross looked over.

The snow fell on the pine needles.

Oliver and Levine stabbed the mercenary in the chest together.

Radia felt her vision dim, the shouts and wails in her ears abruptly stopped, and the snow in the forest fell silent again, and the voices of trembling, snorting, and pleading sounded again.

"Great, sir, please, please take my life-"

Ginnod wanted to run, but he knew that he had no chance to run away against another opponent of the same level of strength - he threw down the long sword in his hand, and his usually majestic and solemn face changed into a different appearance: tears and snot trickled down in a clump of snot and dripping along the ravines of old wrinkled skin.

Gross stood in front of him.

Ginnod was lying on the ground at this point, the tip of his nose approaching the shiny iron boots.

His back was twisted like a curled maggot.

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