() Chapter 470 Fighting

Akasha was not moved by the other party's provocation in the slightest, but silently pulled out the sorrow of the frost and pointed coldly at Hernulas. Although the other party is a whole level higher than herself, with the sorrow of the artifact frost, she may not have the strength to fight.

"Hehe, it seems that this is your answer, and it's okay, although I like beautiful slaves, I prefer the blood of beautiful women." Hernuras smacked his lips and pulled out a thick-backed broadsword.

As a dreaddemon king, Hernuras is very good at taking advantage of the weakness of the other party's jīng god, and he wanted to deliberately provoke the other party with his words, forcing Akasha's jīng god sea to reveal a flaw, and then taking the opportunity to attack with the jīng god, but it didn't work.

In this case, he had no choice but to face the enemy head-on.

Hernuras slowly spread his wings, and the machete in his hand was flooded with a thick fog of green sè, which was the signature skill of the Dreadlord clan, the rancid swarm swarm, this kind of green sè smoke corroded xìng very strongly, not to mention touching people, even if it touched top equipment, it would make its spirit lose a lot, and even corrode some holes.

Hernuras was attacking, but at this moment, the figure of Akasha in front of him flashed and disappeared.

"Flickering?" A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Hernuras's mouth, he didn't think about it, he turned around with a knife, and the machete on his back brought up a thick green light, slashing straight at Akasha who had just appeared,

"Phew!" With the screeching sound of gold and stone, Akasha slammed her sword onto the machete on her back, and she felt a tremendous force along the frost sorrow, shaking her sword almost out of her hand.

The smoke formed by the colony of rancid bees immediately enveloped Frost Sorrow, and there was a loud buzz!

Hernulas completely gained the upper hand with one blow, and his scarlet pupils flashed a hint of hideousness, skill--Cripple Fear!

A purple sè cross spell mark was sent out from Hernuras's hand, and instantly submerged into Akasha's jīng god sea, Akasha only felt a whirlwind of the sky, and then all kinds of terrifying visions filled her jīng god sea, she first saw Gu Nansheng killed, and then saw Kil'Gardan descend on the Dota continent, Hernulas grabbed herself and signed a master-servant contract......

Although Akasha knew in her heart that these were illusions, her jīng divine power could no longer be concentrated, so not only could she not use the energy flow in her body, but she even became weak and powerless.

The gap between the seventh and sixth orders is too big!

Hernuras sneered and ended the battle with a single sword, but at this moment, Frost's Sorrow, which had been shrouded in green smoke, suddenly burst out with a bloody glow!

The thick smoke was directly bounced away by the blood, and then the Frost Sorrow whined, and a black sword that seemed to be materialized sent out from the Frost Sorrow pierced Hernulas in the lower abdomen!

Hernulas was shocked by the sudden change, and at this time he was too late to dodge, so he could only fold his wings to block the blow, the wings of the Dreadlord were the hardest part of their body, and they were usually used to resist attacks comparable to shield armor.

But what frightened Hernuras happened, and the black sword of Frost's sorrow pierced through his wings like a piece of broken paper, bringing out a stream of blood arrows through his body!

Hernuras looked at the transparent wound in his lower abdomen in disbelief, how was this possible? What is the origin of that sword!?

If the blow just now was not aimed at his lower abdomen, but his heart, then this blow would probably cost him half of his life, and the cold sweat behind Hernulas was dripping with thought of this.

Hernulas looked at the frost's sad gaze with deep fear, he couldn't imagine that when the master had lost the sea of gods, the sword could still make an active attack, but fortunately, the attack of this sword was just instinctive, if someone came to *** longitudinal, I am afraid that the attack part may not be his lower abdomen.

Hernulas was repairing his wounds with *** energy, and at the same time quickly pondered the origin of this sword.

This sword should be a natal artifact refined by a god-level powerhouse, but the refining of a natal artifact is not an overnight effort, it not only requires the origin of the jīng god, but also takes a long time to cultivate the artifact's soul, so not every god-level powerhouse in history has an artifact.

In addition to the artifacts refined by god-level powerhouses, there is also an artifact left by the Titans, but those artifacts left by the Titans have now fallen into a semi-sleeping state, and no one can use them at all.

As for Kilgardan and Akmund, the two Burning Legion giants have no love for artifacts, and what they want to do after obtaining them is not to use them, but to suck out the jīng divine origin contained in them to strengthen themselves.

Thinking of absorbing the six words of jīng's divine origin, Hernuras subconsciously clenched his hand like an eagle's claw, as if he wanted to hold it in the palm of his hand.

Jīng's Divine Origin had always been beyond Hernuras's reach, and he was willing to attack the Holy Land this time for the news of the Heart of the Oak.

Of course, the Heart of the Oak Tree is not that easy to absorb, in fact, most of the things that have the origin of the jīng god are extremely tricky to absorb, including the sword in front of you.

If he could obtain this artifact, maybe he would be able to wipe out the sword soul of this sword through long-term consumption, and then slowly refine the jīng divine origin in it, and then he would have the opportunity to control the power of the law and advance to the god level.

Thinking of this, a hint of frenzy flashed in Hernuras's eyes.

Although the other party has an artifact, Hernuras is still sure of this battle, the reason why the artifact can be regarded as an artifact is not only because they are made by a god, but also because they can only be used by a god, and the woman in front of her obviously does not have the origin of the jīng god, that is to say, she can't control this artifact at all, as long as she kills this woman, she can slowly find a way to take this sword away.

At this time, Akasha had already broken free from the curse of the jīng god who was afraid of being disabled, and she had also seen the whole process of the frost sorrow stabbing Hernulas in the chaos of the jīng god just now, and she could only hate that she couldn't control this sword at all, otherwise the blow just now would make him seriously injured even if she couldn't kill hernulas, and he would be unable to fight again.

She silently calculated the time in her heart, the troops led by Malfurion and Tyrande should have fought Nefarian by now, Akasha was not optimistic about them at all, if the two battlefields collapsed, the Holy Land would be lost. By then, Nefarian has collected five dragon soul fragments, and I am afraid that it will not take Kil'gardan to descend, and the end of the world will come early.