The man touched the wound on his finger, and with a strange look on his face, he said:

"I didn't expect you, this little median god, to be able to hurt me, it's amazing! Ant, tell this god your name! ”

The Sword Master didn't answer his words, his eyes fixed on him, and his body exuded a vigorous battle intent.

Seeing the Juggernaut's movements, the man let out a disdainful chuckle:

"Roar~ The fighting spirit is quite high! Do you still want to fight me, I'm not their bunch of shit. If you want to play with me, you have to be prepared to die! ”

Although they were very angry and told the man that they were waste, Arthas and the Dreadlord did not dare to contradict it, they knew that this man's strength was far from being able to deal with them.

"Mirror!"

"Wind Walk!"

Suddenly, as he had done with Arthas before, several clones appeared and quickly disappeared. Looking at the empty eyes, the corners of the man's mouth hooked up a disdainful smile.

When he was less than three meters away from that person, the Sword Master and the clone suddenly appeared and jumped up at the same time, jumping and slashing at the person with one move.

Looking at the single-edged sword that shone with cold light, the man's lips opened lightly and he whispered:

"Ice of Despair!"

Suddenly, the five-meter range centered on this person instantly turned into ice cubes, and both the Sword Master and his clone were frozen in ice.

"Broken~"

The man let out a low shout, and the ice that had frozen the Sword Master turned into crumbs in an instant. And the frozen Sword Master flew out directly, and those clones disappeared in an instant......

"Bang!"

The sword master smashed to the ground and couldn't get up for half a day. His clothes were in tatters, revealing a body full of wounds, and the blood that had spilled from the wounds was covered in ice slag. Seeing the tragic situation of the Sword Master, Illidan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He didn't tighten the moon wheel in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and looked at the man with a nervous face.

Seeing Illidan's expression, the man smiled disdainfully and said:

"It's useless, if I want to kill you, it's just a snap of my fingers!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and before Illidan could react, he appeared in front of him in an instant, pointing the finger of his right hand at his forehead.

Illidan was immediately shocked and hurriedly tried to dodge, but after all, he was a step too slow.

"Ice Blast!"

The man's lips moved slightly, and he let out a soft snort.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~"

Endless shards of ice shot out from the man's fingertips, like bullets fired at high speed, all of them hitting Illidan.

"Ah~"

Illidan let out a scream, as if he was fixed in mid-air, and the ice shards kept passing through him like a thousand knives.

After more than ten seconds, the man stopped attacking, and Illidan fell to the ground like a broken sack, purple blood spilling from beneath him.

"It's so weak!"

Looking at Illidan and Juggernaut, who were already dying, the man shook his head disdainfully and turned to leave.

"There are no weaklings in my Fire Blade Clan!"

A faint voice sounded behind him, and he turned his head in some surprise. I saw that the Sword Saint, who didn't know life and death, stood up tremblingly, and the sword pestle supported himself on the ground.

"We have always been the elite warriors of the beast tribe, and we were destroyed by our own evil forces because of **. After our Fireblade Clan was torn apart, we carried the totem of our clan and fought to save ourselves and our clan brothers??? ”

Juggernaut muttered softly, and although it was a small voice, it spread throughout the battlefield. The other three heroes of the orc, who were not too far away from him, turned their heads to look at him one after another, their eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, as if they were faith or something.

He dragged the single-edged sword in his hand backwards, and walked towards the man step by step, and the fighting intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

"I can't fall, and I won't fall, because I'm a beast ~ clan ~ sword ~ saint!"

The last four words were almost shouted out, and the voice was full of sword intent, which made the Sword God Mountain masters who specialized in swordsmanship shocked.

"Storm of Blades!"

A sword qi shot out from him, followed by another. In an instant, countless sword qi shot out from his body and swirled around him. The sword qi became more and more, and the rotation generated a huge wind pressure that drove the surrounding air and magical elements.

Hearing the words "Sword Storm Storm", the faces of the Warcraft heroes who had dealt with the Sword Saint suddenly changed greatly, and they turned around and ran. The gods of the Aboriginal Alliance saw that the Warcraft heroes, who had always been known for their strength, turned around and fled, and did not care about the enemy, and quickly fled back to the shield with them.

In the shield, the leader of the Aboriginal Alliance shouted:

"Quick! Fast! Hurry up and inject magic power into the shield! ”

Hearing the leader's voice, the magicians in the middle of the city began to frantically pour all the magic power of their bodies into the magic circle.

"Boom~Boom~"

The sky slowly darkened. I saw a large dark cloud covering the entire battlefield, and the electric light flashed in the dark cloud, and electric snakes surged in it. And between this dark cloud and the earth, there is a thick black pillar of wind, and when the wind pillar stirs the dark cloud, electric snakes are born from it.

As the wind pillar turned, a large number of electric snakes poured into the wind column, making it exude a palpitating majesty.

The man looked at the pillar of wind that had connected heaven and earth, and his face was full of horror and regret, regretting that he had not directly killed the scourge of the one.

Juggernaut hovered in the center of the pillar of wind, his body spinning rapidly. Under his control, the pillar of wind rapidly moved towards the man with a frightened face. As soon as the gods of the celestial or hellish realms who were close to each other or did not believe in evil approached the pillar of wind, they were sucked into it. In the horrified eyes of the remaining gods, those who had been sucked in were sliced into the god's body by the endless blade of wind.

A wind blade is not terrifying, but an endless wind blade that even a god cannot resist. I saw that the endless wind blade was mixed with sword qi and lightning, and it struck those gods who were sucked in rapidly, leaving deep scars on their gods.

"Ah~ save me!"

"Help~"

The gods cried out in despair, but none of the surrounding gods came to their rescue, and even the man was hesitant to flee.

"Puff~Puff~"

In the desperation of those gods, they were directly cut by a thousand knives, reduced to minced meat, and even the godhead was chopped up. After slaying the gods, the sword storm of the Juggernaut quickly moved towards the man.

The man hesitated, then a look of determination appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands flat, a palpitating energy condensed between them.

As the blade storm approached, a fist-sized ball of light appeared between the man's hands. As time passed, the temperature in the surroundings dropped dramatically, and even snow began to fall.

I saw that the green tendons on the man's forehead were suddenly protruding, and at the same time, the vitality on his body was rapidly weakened. The original ice-blue hair instantly turned white, and his face was wrinkled. He let out a loud shout at the storm of blades that had moved in front of him:

"Despair Ice Kill!"

With his roar, the ball of light instantly shot into the blade storm.

Time froze at this moment, and a faint thin layer of ice was visible to the naked eye slowly covering the blade storm, and slowly increasing and thickening. In less than a moment, the entire storm of blades was frozen in ice, forming a huge icicle that connected the heavens and the earth. A faint figure can be seen floating in the icicles, holding a single-edged sword in his hand.

Seeing that the blade storm was frozen in ice, the man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person collapsed to the ground as if he had collapsed. Seeing the Sword Saint's blade storm being frozen in ice, the gods of the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm were full of joy, but the people on the side of the Aboriginal Alliance were full of disappointment.

Just as they were disappointed, a voice full of wisdom rang out.

"Grom, as the strongest warrior in my clan, won't fall so easily!"

When everyone heard this, they all turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, but it was the Orc Prophet. The Prophet rode on the wolf, and his eyes were full of wisdom, and he chuckled and said:

"It's just beginning!"

In the military camp of the Hell Realm, a man like an ordinary person was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and several sharp gods around him were waiting respectfully. The man suddenly opened his closed eyes and said lightly:

"Roy was careless, and although he made a big mistake, he is still useful now. Looks like it's my turn! ”

As he spoke, the man stood up, his figure swaying, and disappeared as if illusory.

When this person disappeared, in the Heavenly Realm camp on the other side, the same ordinary-looking person also disappeared in place at the same time.

"Since the Spirit of Wraiths has made a move, then it is time for me to do it too." ??????

"Click~Click~Click~"

Although the man named Roy froze the blade storm of the Sword Master, he also lost a lot of vitality because of it, and could only collapse on the ground and gasp for breath. Just when he thought it was all over, a strange sound suddenly came from the storm of blades.

Hearing this voice, Roy's face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked at the icicles that reached the sky with a shocked face.

"Click~"

A fist-sized block of ice fell from the icicle, and a tiny wind blade shot out from the broken spot.

"Click~Click~"

The ice fell one by one, and after a moment it rained, falling one after another, and countless wind blades shot out of it.

With such a big movement, those onlookers naturally felt it. Originally, the gods of the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm were ready to continue their attack on Walton City, but they stopped and looked at the icicles that were slowly crumbling.

"How can my Fireblade clan fall so easily, the clansmen who fought together for the clan have given me great strength to crush all the stumbling blocks that dare to stop my clan's return. Storm of Blades! ”

A roar full of determination and determination came from the icicle, and with the roar of the Sword Master, the icicle shattered, and the endless ice slag burst out like bullets. Several of the gods around him who were relatively close were shot in an instant, and countless ice slags all hit him. At the beginning, the gods of those gods could resist, but they were directly shot through by ice slag in the back, and their blood froze. The cries of misery were heard throughout the battlefield.

Seeing the terrifying picture of Heze, the other gods turned around and ran away, but there were still many gods who were a step slower and were shot into a sieve.

In the city of Walton, which was not too far away from the Sword Storm, several gods led by him were shocked when they saw this scene, and shouted loudly:

"Defend! Reinforced Shield! ”

Hearing the leader's terrifying voice, those magicians were suddenly shocked in their hearts, and even the little magic power left in their bodies was all input into the magic array.

The ice slag was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the protective shield, like a high-speed flying bullet, shooting wildly at the protective shield.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

The sound of impact was incessant, causing ripples in the shield.

The ice slag came and went as fast as it came, and it didn't take long for it to be gone. Looking at the protective shield, which was already as thin as a cicada's wings, the gods inside couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unexpectedly, this protective shield was not broken by the enemy, but was almost destroyed by his own people. At the same time, they were also glad in their hearts for the strength of the Sword Saint, and they deserved to be the first person in the Orc Clan.

Not to mention the Walton City, the gods of the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm saw that the ice slag had disappeared, and their originally worried hearts suddenly retracted into their chests. Looking at the dozens of bloody corpses on the ground, they couldn't help but feel a little happy. However, when they saw the storm of blades that was approaching quickly, those gods sped up and continued to escape, as for the dignity of any gods, it was a hairy comparison to life.

Looking at the storm of blades that was already close at hand, Roy, who had consumed all his divine power because he resisted the ice slag, could only close his eyes and wait for death. It was as if he had seen himself swept into a storm of blades, cut into minced flesh and suffering from a thousand cuts.

The Sword Master in the Storm of Blades saw Roy sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and waiting for death from a distance, and he couldn't help but show a sneer on his face, and he couldn't help but speed up and move towards him.

As the distance got closer, the wind blades escaping from the storm struck Roy, leaving faint scars on his god's body. Feeling more and more wind blades leaving scars on his body, Roy frowned slightly, he didn't want to scream, he had to hold back. Because he is a noble lower deity, although he is only advanced.

"Puff~"

Wind blades struck him, even the divine body could not bear it anymore, and a bloody mouth more than ten centimeters long appeared in front of his chest, and black and red blood flowed out of the wound.

"It's over!"

The Juggernaut said softly, and although it was not loud, it reached Roy's ears directly.

"Yes, it's over!"

He opened his arms to the impending death.

"You can't die just yet!"

Suddenly, a majestic and deep voice sounded in the storm of blades, and a very ordinary-looking person appeared beside Roy. And those wind blades disappeared inexplicably when they reached this man.

Hearing this familiar voice, Roy couldn't help but open his eyes, and looked at the familiar and terrifying face, he struggled to get up and fell to his knees, and said respectfully:

"I've seen Lord Armani!"

The entire seemingly extremely ordinary person is the one who disappeared from the military camp of the Hell Realm, the god of resentful spirits, Armani, the second servant of the god of death.

Giorgio Armani didn't look at Roy, who was on his knees, and looked at the Juggernaut suspended in mid-air with his hands behind his back. Since Roy has been caught up in a storm of blades, Armani is also among them.

Looking at Armani, who was unharmed in the storm of his blades, the Sword Master couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Although he is belligerent, it does not mean that he has no brains. (To be continued.) )