One is an ancient beast, comparable in size to a city wall, with rough skin and thick flesh, and the famous Beamon giant beast of land war.

One is the first honest and the first sloth in the Bloodhoof camp, slightly inferior in size to the Beamon beast, with the same rough skin and thick meat, and anyone who sees it can bully the giant gray lion "Iron Mountain" of the giant fierce beast twice.

However, at this time, Tie Shan, a member of the Bloody Hoof Delegation, was pressed to the ground by the Beamon giant beast like a dead dog, and his face was scratched, not to mention, and one of his front teeth was knocked off.

Alan was secretly anxious, he still underestimated this Beamon giant beast, he thought that Iron Mountain was in the final stage of evolution, even if he couldn't beat the other party, he could at least delay for a while, but he didn't expect Iron Mountain to be so uncompetitive, in addition to starting to push his head as if he was angry with a child, and then he pressed it to the ground and let Beamon giant beast beat him wildly.

However, Alan doesn't have the energy and time to help Iron Mountain now, because he also has an evenly matched enemy in front of him, Mourinho.

Although his understanding of Mourinho is all through rumors, and the other party has not shown much strength, Allen knows that perhaps the handsome and unspeakable Beamon No. 1 coach in front of him may be the strongest opponent he has encountered since the crossing.

Alan likes this kind of enemy that can bring him a sense of oppression, and every time he wanders on the edge of life and death, he can break through the bottleneck, not in physical strength, but in mentality.

Deep down in his heart, he has always thought that he is a warrior, a pure warrior, and he never thinks that there is any shame in not being able to master spells and learn to fight in a fighting spirit, he prefers to fight in close quarters with an evenly matched enemy, so he does not stimulate the barbarian battle ring, he likes this kind of battle, rather than standing a few hundred meters away to blast magic or be longer than anyone's sword qi.

No one interfered in the battle between the Beamon Behemoth and the Iron Mountain, and no one could interfere with it.

The barbarians revered the brave, and Beamon also worshipped the warrior and followed the oldest form of dueling.

So no one interfered in the upcoming battle between Mourinho and Allen, and both of them had their own little calculations.

The two people who stood at each other secretly regretted it in their hearts.

Mourinho's gaze crossed over to Allen, and he saw the bloodhoof warriors in the Holy Light Castle who were like icebergs with eternal expressions, and regretted that he had just not personally climbed the city wall to slaughter this small barbarian, those bloodhoof warriors were the best soldiers he had ever seen.

Alan looked at the beaten and rolling Iron Mountain, and regretted a little why he didn't just bring it out to the Wasteland Storm.

"Wild. Ah no, barbarian warrior, I don't know your name yet. Mourinho asked lightly: "My name is Mourinho, Mourinho of Beamon." ”

Eren rolled his eyes, he wanted to say that he was some kind of son of chaos, Baron Locke, the first warrior of the wasteland, and the most handsome chief of the Savage Ancient Plains。。。。。 And so on and so forth, the string of stinky, long and bluffing names, but after thinking about it, I still gave up, compared to Mourinho's breezy self-introduction, forcing so many people to fall behind.

"Mix... Montal. Lun. Alan felt that he was definitely not as handsome as the other party, but his chest muscles were bigger than the other party, so he straightened his chest and said, "Dear Beamon, can I ask you a question?" ”

Mourinho nodded, he was not in a hurry, because since the Beamon Behemoth stepped on the battlefield, he didn't believe that anyone could stop the footsteps of the Beamon Behemoth, and after a while, he would kill the leader of the other party with his own hands, and it would end this battle that should have ended a long time ago, this damn battle, yes, it was a damn battle, inexplicably popped out of a barbarian, assassinated so many lion and tiger princes, and then kept making trouble for himself, burning logistics, guarding the city wall, and delaying the bloody battle in the corridor. Using the mad Orephin Elephant Warrior to hit morale and cause collateral damage, until now, he has actually recruited so many reinforcements that are not weak, etc., etc., all because of this barbarian in front of him who came out of nowhere

But he wasn't angry now, because he was finally starting to take the initiative in the war again.

"I want to ask... Allen seemed to be racking his brains for words, suddenly raised his head and pointed behind Mourinho, and shouted with an exaggerated face: "Hey, why is the Beamon army on fire?" ”

Mourinho subconsciously looked back。。。。。

Beamon's first handsome man could never be a stupid person like Babylon who didn't have an IQ online, and he wouldn't make this most common low-level mistake, but he still turned back.

Because he never dreamed that the other party would be so limitless...

The moment Mourinho turned his head slightly in confusion, Allen pulled out the triangular army from behind. Thorn, after lowering his posture, his body pounced like a cheetah.

After a sound of gold and iron resounding, Allen's figure retreated, and in his hand De Niro used a special steel Vajra triangular army. The thorn actually had a gap the size of a grain of rice.

"I give you respect." Mourinho held a long golden ruler and said playfully: "You have to give me the respect you have to deserve." ”

Allen, who failed to sneak attack, was no longer the hippie smiling face, and his eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the weapon in Mourinho's hand.

The weapon that is not gold and wood, I don't know if the material itself is the color or blessed with the power of the song, it keeps flashing a faint golden yellow light, slightly dazzling, the hair is golden, it is so handsome, and the weapon is particularly golden, Alan feels that after returning to the camp, he should also let De Niro create two weapons to support the scene.

The shape of the weapon in Mourinho's hand is similar to the ancient weapon "Iron Ruler" in the previous century, also known as the pen holder fork, this weapon design is mainly used to restrain the sword, many moves are used for jamming the knife, breaking the sword, attacking the roar, and it is obvious that the defense of this weapon is stronger and attacking.

However, the weapon in Mourinho's hand is obviously only similar in appearance, the thing in his hand is much shorter than a normal iron ruler, and the middle handle is not hexagonal or octagonal prism, just like an oval enlarged dinner fork.

At the moment of the hand-to-hand encounter, Allen's triangular army. The dazzling look was about to penetrate Mourinho's lungs, and the other party actually exposed the weapon from the cuffs, as if it was a random pick, and the military thorn in his hand was actually a little uncontrollable.

So instead of continuing to attack, he retreated sharply.

Alan asked with a little interest: "What kind of weapon do you have in your hand, haven't you seen it, can you introduce it?" ”

Mourinho flicked his left arm, and his left hand revealed a weapon of the same shape, holding one hand and holding the other hand, and said with a smile after crossing his hands: "I am a sacrifice, this is my singing power amplification instrument, a thousand hands!" ”

"Damn!" Alan found that Mourinho was also quite shameless, using a strange-shaped weapon as a musical instrument, why don't you take a big guillotine and say it is a musical instrument.

Place the triangular edge. After the stab was changed to a reverse grip, Allen rushed forward again, but this time he was very careful, he knew that the other party was a sacrifice, but he must also be a skilled hand-to-hand combat master, otherwise it would be impossible to use this kind of short weapon.

You must know that one inch is strong and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, Allen is an expert in playing short weapons, unless he is like a barbarian warrior or a master of fighting spirit who can use a long weapon to split the enemy in half, ordinary people use long weapons, at most, they leave huge wounds on the skin, giving people a very strong illusion, in fact, it is a skin injury, not to mention hurting the muscles and bones.

But short weapons are different, such as a variety of daggers, generally pierced to the body will cause fatal damage, and machete giant sword is different, once stabbed by a short weapon, the body will only leave a deep and small wound, maybe this wound has no visual impact, but the lethality is amazing, after years of training, attacking vital parts has almost become instinctive, such as the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs, etc., if the rescue is not timely, it is a death, even if it stabs the arm, thigh, groin, armpit of the large artery, Every minute is also a human life, and this kind of wound has no way to stop the bleeding, which is the main reason why Alan likes short weapons very much, in the continent of San Cassis, even if the enemy is lucky not to hurt the key parts, but without timely treatment from the priest, it is easy to die of tetanus in the end.

Mourinho was the first opponent Alan met with a short weapon after crossing over, whether it was a Beamon warrior or a vindictive warrior, the bigger the weapon the better, and the stronger the visual impact.

But Allen understands that in close combat, short weapons are even more deadly.

Moreover, to control this kind of short weapon, it is definitely not enough to train hard for three or five years

Mourinho really didn't let Allen look away, his body was like a ghost, his left-handed weapon attacked and his right-handed weapon was blocked, and the coordination was seamless.

Alan fought and retreated, with a triangular army in his hands. With less stabbing and more defense, he felt as if he was back in his previous life, the feeling of dancing with the Grim Reaper.

Whenever the weapon in Mourinho's hand brushed against him, the cold feeling on his skin, the thrill of adrenaline rushing, made Alan enjoy it very much.

And the more Mourinho attacked, the more surprised he became, because he found that his opponent was on the verge of death every time, and whenever he thought that he would kill his opponent in the next second, this extremely agile guy was always in danger.

A huge shadow flew through the air, and a bunch of large black and white balls jumped down.

Mourinho stopped his attack, and when he saw a large gang of fierce rags, he jumped murderously on the back of the Beamon beast.

Alan looked up and saw the acid-etched giant crow Murto flying to the position of the middle army of Beamon with the old duff, and said lightly to Mourinho: "It's time to end this battle!" ”

"Really?" Mourinho said lightly: "This sentence, should I say it?" ”

Alan hated the other party's demeanor, and he thought that he would definitely beat the other party into a pig's head for a while.