Lasuke and the others, who were more than 100 meters away, could feel the spiritual coercion exuded by Qualkek, and Hardinson, who was closest to Qualkek, also had a drastic change in his face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You've been hiding your strength all along." Hardinson's face was extremely ugly. The spiritual power exuded by Qualkek was so powerful that it almost broke his will. Not to mention whether he can fight Qualkek or not, he can now stabilize his body and not tremble, and he has used up all his energy.

This is the momentum of the ancient barbarians.

As a young man, Hardinson also challenged the three Ancient Guards at the Top of Arret. If it weren't for the fact that the three Ancient Guards were just testing the challenger, he wouldn't have the slightest confidence that he would be able to defeat one of them. At that time, it was this kind of spiritual coercion that emanated from the three ancient guards.

Domineering, flamboyant, unyielding.

This is the will of the barbarians, the shelter of the first generation of humanity.

"Let's do it." Qualkek seemed to be a different person, raised his big sword with one hand and pointed it directly at Hardinson and said in a deep voice. The previous madness seemed to be just an illusion. The whole person looked as calm as the Arrett Mountains deep into the sky.

"You've comprehended the ancient heritage, and so do I!" Hardinson jerked his waist. The body suddenly burst out with a strong momentum that was also not inferior to Qualkek.

In the distance, Rasuk and the others were taken aback again. The spiritual coercion that came later was also extremely strong, making people unable to raise the slightest fighting spirit. Although it is similar to the spiritual coercion exuded by Qualkek, there seems to be something different in it. As for the difference between the two spiritual coercions, no one can come up with a fitting description.

Bang.

Qualkek and Rasuk finally got their hands dirty. After the two of them fought, the thunderous muffled sound immediately spread, shocking Rasuk and the others subconsciously covered their ears.

"Die!" It's okay that Quarkek doesn't use his hands, and when he does it, it's as if he has turned into an ancient beast. The heavy sword brought up the cold light, and slashed straight down again and again. He has completely abandoned the skills of the barbarians, just flat slash and flat slash and flat slash.

With each sword split, Hardinson had to block again and again, and he couldn't find a chance to launch a skill counterattack. Every time he blocked a sword, he had to take a step back to dissolve the strong force. After a dozen swords in a row, his arms were numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the giant axe.

"Because of you, I went against the wishes of my ancestors!" Qualkek's beard was unswerving, and with a furious sword, he slashed Hardinson and nearly flew the great axe.

"Because of you, I bear sins that are difficult to wash!" Qualkek slashed Hardinson two steps back with another sword.

"Because of you, I almost destroyed the barbarians!" Quarkek strode forward, his heavy sword slashing down. With a well-heard crunch, Hardinson was slashed upside down and landed three meters away.

Hardinson was frantically depressed. Qualkek took one sword at a time, seemingly full of flaws, but in fact, each sword was so closely connected that there was no possibility of counterattacking at all. What's more, a dozen swords came down in a row, and one sword was heavier than the other. The last sword just now was almost capable of destroying a small mountain.

"That's all your own will!" Hardinson roared, rolled on the ground, rolled over, and stared at Qualkek on his knees.

Qualkek was stagnant, and his momentum was inevitably stagnant. Hardinson's roar hit the nail on the head. Yes, he turned his back on tradition and chose to side with Hardingson, acquiescing that no one forced him to do what Hardinson did. It was all his own decision.

Once upon a time, he also opposed Hardinson. But after a stalemate between the two sides, he saw that the ideas preached by Hardinson had indeed greatly increased the birth rate of barbarians in a short period of time. So he chose to back down. In his mind, the development of the barbarian race has always come first.

If you want to strengthen the barbarians, the population base is the most important thing.

Is the shame really brought on Hardinson himself?

Qualkek was in a daze. The number of barbarians has skyrocketed in a short period of time, allowing the barbarians to quickly gain a strong position in Harlogas. This fact inevitably led him to doubt tradition. Skepticism of tradition led directly to him siding with Hutinson. It was because of his defection that Hardinson's faction had the absolute upper hand among the barbarians.

"I was wrong. Am I wrong? Qualkek muttered to himself in despair. The momentum around the body rises and falls, and it becomes extremely unstable.

Seeing this, Hardinson got up and laughed, "Qualkek, the great heir to the title. No one can control your will. It's all your own choice. ”

In just a few words, Qualkek's mental defenses were completely shattered. Repentance of his race and hatred of his own lack of determination caused him to fall to his knees. The heavy sword fell on the hard earth with a clatter. The original formidable momentum suddenly declined rapidly. Seeing it, Hardinson's momentum completely prevailed.

"Hahaha......" Hardinson broke through Qualkek's mental defense and gained the upper hand in one fell swoop, and couldn't help but be proud. With the great axe in one hand, he walked up to Qualkek and raised it condescendingly with a victor's smile.

At this time, Rasuk and the others in the distance were stunned. It was clear that Qualkek had the absolute upper hand, but in a blink of an eye, Quarkek turned out to be depressed. What just happened?

Everyone quickly glanced at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes. No one understood what had just happened. It turned out to be a defeat for Qualkek.

"Qualkek!" Seeing that Hardinson was about to cut off Qualkek's head with his great axe raised, Lasuk couldn't help but roar in a hurry. It is separated by more than 100 meters, so you don't need to think about it at all if you put it in normal times. But the axe fell, and it only took a blink of an eye to cut off Qualkek's head.

Rasuk's roar caused Guerrera and the others to react. Everyone hurriedly launched various skills to launch a race against time to rescue. Although no one believed that Quarkek could be saved, the situation was critical and they had to intervene.

Quarkek is not only the number one master among the barbarians, but also the spiritual leader, and he cannot be saved.

Hardinson glanced mockingly at the commotion. Of all the barbarians, including Rasuk, he feared only Quarkek. Quarkek is the title heir.

Each title inheritor has a special legacy. It's like the ancient aura that suddenly erupted from Qualkek. One qualkek is enough. He would not allow another barbarian to emerge among Rasuk and the others who had comprehended the breath of antiquity.

Hardinson withdrew his gaze and refocused on the dejected Qualke's face, a victor's smile on his lips. Most of the Nordink's side had already taken advantage of this time to conquer the barbarian tribe. With mental calculation or unintentional, it is not too easy to gather more than 3,000 professionals to sneak attack a barbarian tribe that lacks top powerhouses.

It took a whole year to bring out the people this time.

"It's over, and I'm the king of the Arret Plateau from now on." The corners of Hardinson's mouth curled, and the giant axe in his hand whistled down without hesitation.

"No!" Rasuk and the others were stunned, and they watched in despair as the snowy giant axe fell.

While!

With a crisp sound, a figure suddenly appeared beside Quarkek, blocking the axe blade with a two-handed sword: "How can you have the breath of Tyrell on you?" ”