The military spirit of more than 500 soldiers was blessed on the body of General Kunali, and it quickly gathered a powerful force. The black shadow on the www.biquge.info body of the pen continued to swell, and the primitive and pure power of the law continued to evolve into a single power.

Absolute destructive power, once again.

This is a gift from the god of Kunali, in other words, this is the power of the kings of the Golden Dome, if it is in normal times, Assesis only needs to throw this power from the greatsword, but if it is just for the commander to swing the dragon's back, it cannot be regarded as a sword "borrowed" by Green.

So this time, Assesis activated the war paint all over his body, just to stabilize this power and pass it on to the young duke under Albert's black magic channel.

In an instant, Green felt like a thousand pounds of weight on his body. The strength of five hundred people, after the fermentation of the Great Kun Divine Technique, even if he stepped through the door of three awakenings, Green was not able to do it, and the brutal energy could collapse anytime and anywhere.

You can't stay for a moment.

So Green aimed at the figure of the necromantic swordsman in the shortest possible time, and the Wang Xuan Holy Sword in his hand, which was lightly roaring because of the load, looked like it stabbed forward lightly.

The first sword, please try it!

The surging energy, like a burning fire letter, is frantically cathartic.

In everyone's field of vision, as if something had broken through the confinement of space, the power that came out of Green's hand suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, and before their doubts could take shape in their minds, that power suddenly reappeared, dislocated at a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and directly appeared in front of the eyes of the necromantic swordsman.

The slash, which was less than half of its power, sliced off Andersen's entire right arm, and Balmutu possessed it didn't even have time to dodge or defend.

Necromantic swordsmen also have no time to dodge.

But his instincts were far beyond ordinary people, prompting him to draw the extremely ominous black sword before Grimm could stab the Sword of the King's Choice.

The blade of the sword swung, and the necromantic swordsman went all out, and the shot was the ultimate sword of killing intent fluctuations.

Extremely powerful power, and the world's unparalleled swordsmanship, collided at close distance.

What everyone saw was that at that moment, all the power exploded, and the pitch-black lines expanded infinitely in the limited three-dimensional space. Even the fluctuations that were swept away made people a hundred meters away feel a sting, and if it was from a mage's point of view, it was at least a single fifth-level magic.

The necromantic swordsman, who had always been silent, snorted rarely.

"Hit!"

Albert exclaimed in surprise that he didn't mind Green doing this kind of cheating-style first move—hell, he even wished he could fight a war of attrition until Green just had to go up and make up for it.

"Indeed, I can see it clearly below." The gentleman in black, whose eyesight was inexplicably amazing, stood behind Green and nodded in agreement.

"How's it going?" Green put the king away and took the sword from Claude.

"Needless to say, he's hurt." The Black Wizard was a little excited, but also a little regretful, "It's a pity that I didn't cause any physical damage." It seems that Your Highness, your judgment is correct, and he is indeed stronger than Andersen, who was possessed by Balmudu. ”

At this point, Green doesn't need to confirm it at all, after countless fights, he knows exactly how strong the other party is. That's why he borrowed this sword, which was already the biggest thing he could do without damaging his martial arts sword heart.

"If he hadn't known about the spread of murderous aura, we wouldn't have known about his arrival in advance, and I wouldn't have had a chance to use this sword before I came into contact with him." Green sighed, this sword is hugely powerful, but it requires Assesis to charge up and it is not easy to control, if he can't control it at all in the battle, so he can only choose to use it before the battle, and what provides this opportunity is the wrong behavior of the necromantic swordsman.

At the end of the day, it was Disburingka's carelessness, and there was cause and effect, and Green was able to convince himself.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Necromantic Swordsman had been injured by this sword, and that was enough.

This proves that the other side can be defeated, perhaps...... It also represents that the other party has not yet reached the first place in the world that is unstoppable in his memory.

"Stand back, everybody, it's time for me to play."

Taking a deep breath, Green's mood calmed down, and after his spirit tended to be constant, he gradually became active again, faintly in a state of slight excitement.

It's a nervous situation, but it's also the best state against the enemy.

"Your Highness, I wish you good luck and prosperity."

Albert leaned on a shepherd's staff and offered his blessings sincerely.

"Seconded below."

In the eyes of the Black Wizard and the Gentleman in Black, this battle has not yet begun, and it seems that the end is already doomed.

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Necromantic Swordsman, this terrible title, is now gradually spreading throughout the entire Cabez continent with the powerful invasion of the Dark Lord. In addition to this name, he is also commonly referred to as the "king's right hand", few people know that his real name is Disburingka, and even fewer people have seen it, and under that pitch-black hood, it is nothing more than the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

He was ordinary-looking, he was taciturn, he was plainly dressed.

Such a person will simply disappear in the crowd, and he will be inconspicuous anywhere, and no one will pay more attention to him than a second.

- If he doesn't know swordsmanship.

How terrifying Disburingka's swordsmanship was, before this winter, few people knew. Break into the military fortress alone, annihilate the entire infantry regiment of Rodland, and kill the long-famous Imperial Sword Saint with one enemy and four enemies...... His terrible achievements swept the entire battlefield of resistance, but wherever he passed, all he left behind were the crushing defeats of human forces one after another. This is his fighting power alone.

Before his swordsmanship, it can be said that he had been alone in the Cabez Continent more than ten years ago, and in order to seek a higher level of sword intent, he finally chose to pledge his allegiance to the Dark Lord in exchange for the possibility of further swordsmanship.

As a deal, he hasn't been able to get the share he wants from the Dark Lord.

But today, Disburenca sees some clues.

The sudden power overwhelmed his strongest swordsmanship.

How long has it been?

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been injured.

Disbringka was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the black sword that was stuck upside down in one hand, the armor of her predecessor shattered, revealing her bloody chest.

The injury is not light, but not serious.

He didn't choose to deal with it, but raised his head and looked at the figure that was walking step by step, looking at the murderous aura that he was left behind. His gaze fell from the man's face to the unsheathed sword in his hand.

“…… What is that? ”

The tone is like small talk with a friend you know.

Glenn didn't mind, the two of them weren't familiar with each other in this life, but he knew that the Necromantic Swordsman was such a person. This way of speaking means that he is very interested.

He looked at Disburingka, and now he felt more like an old friend than the so-called hatred of seeking death and life in the game.

An obsession that has to understand the cause.

"A sword, in essence, is a military aura formed by the gathering of soldiers, but after the blessing of the laws of the kings of the Golden Peak, coupled with the guidance of the sword, it has been transformed into the damage you just suffered." Green briefly explained the principle and omitted all the key parts, "I guess this is the part you've been looking for, right?" Isn't your allegiance to the Dark Lord so that you can break through the current barrier from the power of the Golden Dome Kings? ”

The Necromantic Swordsman's gaze moved upwards to meet Green's.

He was a little curious about the young-looking man.

“…… If I beat you, teach me. Disburingka was silent for a moment, and then opened up a conversation that was different from that of a normal human brain circuit.

He was more curious about the sword than how Green knew his information.

But Green shook his head.

"I know you're very curious about that sword, but trust me, you'll be more interested in the future." The young duke put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, which was the divine weapon that Olga found from the treasury of the Dark Elves, the Wind Blower? "The world is so big, there will always be people you don't expect, who will appear at an unexpected time. ”

"But make no mistake, I'm not here to help you study kendo and teach you new swordsmanship."

"Defeated? You're thinking too much. ”

"Between you and me, there is only death."

Long sword, unsheathed.