"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

For more than ten rounds in a row, Gu Ling had just crawled out of the pit and had to face the dragon halberd that Ma Long had slashed at in a hurry.

If he was an ordinary person, he would be able to take a blow from him, and he would be proud of himself in the entire continent.

But the savage, under the influence of the weapon, has no will, is confused, and will not be discouraged, nor angry, nor proud.

In the face of Ma Long's impact of the unity of man and horse again and again, it is just a mechanical resistance.

Or move faster, raise the tomahawk in your hand, and slash out against the enemy's attack, turning passive resistance into an attack.

Although it can't change the result of being knocked away again and again, it makes Ma Long have to marvel that the other party's body is really strong!

Constantly beating like this, Ma Long felt that his body was a little unbearable, but the other party seemed to be nothing.

"Boom ......"

Once again, the axes and halberds intersected, and the two blades struck Gu Ling into the distance, and after smashing it into the ground, Ma Long made Chitu stop.

Holding the halberd head in front of him and looking at it carefully, the blade was still cold, the edge was undiminished, and he couldn't see any problems, and he didn't see anything wrong with the whole dragon halberd.

But Malone knew in his heart that he couldn't be so tough anymore.

With his familiarity with his weapon, he knew that although there was nothing wrong with it now, it was a little difficult to say if it continued.

As someone said in a previous life, "I went to see a stonemason knocking stones." He knocked 100 times in a row, and the stone still didn't move. But when he struck the 101st time, the stone split in half. But I knew that it was not the final blow that cracked the stone, but the result of a hundred previous blows. ”

In the same way, if Ma Long continues to shake hard, I am afraid that the dragon halberd will not be able to withstand it.

It was the first time he had ever been in such a situation. With the divine attribute of the dragon halberd, for so many years, there has never been a time when I would worry about its sturdiness.

Even after many battles with the orcs, and how many times they collided with their heavy battle axes, there was never a problem that the weapon could not withstand it.

However, now facing the ancient spirit who has the legendary metal forged weapon of the Fallen Titan Shengang, the opponent's strength is not weaker than his own, and the two strong collide, and after a long time, there will always be a problem.

The Divine Soldier is strong and difficult to break, and there is always a limit.

After all, in this world, there are too few people who can be truly immortal after all, even if a divine object such as Titan Shengang can fall, the dragon halberd is obviously difficult to get out of!

Ma Long put it away with some distress and put it back in the backpack space, and at the same time took out the Heavenly Sword. He turned over and dismounted, patted Chitu on the back, and motioned for him to run away.

The horse's slender cheeks rubbed against his master, revealing a reluctant look, and then turned and ran away......

A clang!

The Heavenly Sword was unsheathed, and in a flash of cold lightning, Ma Long met the barbarian who had just gotten up from the pit and flew over.

The tomahawk tore through the air and screeched, slashing in the air, unparalleled in might!

Ma Long stepped hard under his feet, his body turned, and the divine sword attacked from the side, and the momentum did not stop, and he changed directions with Gu Ling in an instant, and then the two turned around at the same time and fought together......

The barbarian's tomahawk is thick and sturdy, and its moves open and close widely, and it is unscrupulous to use it, slashing wildly.

Ma Long relied on his hundreds of years of swordsmanship experience to meet him.

There was a clinking sound of metal, but he found that with his skills, he couldn't help the other party.

Yitian Sword once bathed in dragon blood with Ma Long, and it has not weak power, but in general, it is at the same level as the Pan Dragon Halberd.

Ma Long abandoned the halberd and pulled the sword, because the dragon halberd was more convenient for the cavalry charge with wide opening and closing, and the long sword as a short weapon was more suitable in foot combat.

Not daring to keep his weapon in a continuous confrontation with the opponent, he wanted to win with his superior skills.

When I really got my hands on it, I found that Gu Ling was not only physically not weaker than himself, but also not to be underestimated in terms of skills.

With swordsmanship alone, he was helpless against the other party, which was unbelievable!

Swords and axes flickered, body shapes changed, and Marlon finally noticed that something was wrong.

Gu Ling had not systematically learned systematic skills such as axe and swordsmanship, so his moves seemed rough, but the other party, with his rich hunting experience and instincts, could actually deal with all his tricks one by one.

That kind of instinct-like, completely disorganized technique, a completely disorganized way of attacking, east and west, is not at all like a person to play.

It's like schizophrenia!

Consider the results of the research before the departure: all the lives killed by him cannot be resurrected.

Marlon had reason to believe that the souls of those who were killed were imprisoned by this demonic battle axe.

Gu Ling not only absorbed the power of the other party, but also possessed considerable experience.

Countless barbarians have been killed, and even if these people are not strong, it is not surprising that when the number is enough to cause a qualitative change, it is not surprising that they can resist Ma Long's skills.

The Fallen Battle Axe has greatly increased the strength of the barbarians in a short period of time, and it is no worse than Ma Long in terms of body and experience, and it can be said that it is not small.

It's a pity that although the power is great, the price is also the same, looking at the way Gu Ling doesn't know anything but killing and fighting now, it is obvious that he has become one of the countless souls imprisoned, and his body is just a mobile puppet.

Ma Long retreated one step back, avoiding the battle axe that came from the splitting face, and at the same time slashed out with the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

Looking from the front, the blade compressed the air into a thin line of qi, and shot out abruptly.

Named Gu Ling, it is actually a puppet barbarian formed by the convergence of countless souls, and with a twist of his wrist, the longitudinal chopping axe surface becomes a horizontal block.

The sharp assassination sword aura slashed across the short distance between the two of them, and slashed on the axe surface and dissipated with a bang.

The sword power that contained the defense inside was dissipated invisibly under the squirming of the blood-colored aura of the barbarian.

Ma Long frowned, it was another means that failed!

With a bow on his upper body, he dodged the opponent's sweeping attacks one after another, and secretly thought to himself that he had to find another chance......

The two of them opened and closed a battle axe, and with the hunting experience of countless barbarians, they exerted their strength and speed to the extreme. The moves are concise and clear, rushing forward, and showing the offensive ability to the fullest!

The other person is holding a sharp sword, and because of the difference in weapons, he tries to avoid fighting with the other party, but he inevitably falls into a passive state.

Ma Long relied on his swordsmanship, showed what he had learned, and fought the enemy, but he was not defeated, but he was depressed in his heart, but he was indispensable.

Since his strength has been successful, how has he ever been so passive?

Neither the dryad nor the ogre, nor the great octopus and the dragon, did not work so hard.