"See all my strength?"

Listen to Brusus in the venue. Salufal's words, Mo Wen chuckled, to be honest, he himself is a little confused about how strong his strength is now, maybe it is still a second-rate peak level, but it is difficult for any first-class master to defeat him, maybe Brusus, who will be promoted to the first-class level in the future and holds an oak axe, is qualified to say this, but it is not at the moment.

A hand stretched out to the sky, and Mo Wen cracked his mouth at the orc in front of him.

"With your strength, it's still a little short of seeing my true ability, but it's still possible to see all my martial arts!"

The onlookers were slightly stunned, and then subconsciously thought that Mo Wen meant that in this battle, he would not use the kind of magic that burned the heavens and the earth, but simply used martial arts to compete, but what happened then made them know that they were very wrong, it was really 'all' martial arts!

I saw that in the middle of the field, with Mo Wen's gesture, countless colorful strange lights fell from the sky, and a handle with different shapes, shining with bright divine light weapons were inserted into the earth like a waterfall, and in just an instant, the brilliant brilliance spread all over the entire battlefield, stabbing people's eyes painfully.

"—This—This is!"

Everyone present gasped, except for Liadrin, who had already signed the contract, no one knew what was going on, and even Liadrin, who knew a qiē, was fascinated by the scene in front of her, after all, the weapon that shone with a divine light, each of them was a 'heroic certificate' belonging to His Royal Highness the Prince, looking at them was like looking at the prince's glorious past, how could she not indulge in it?

And on the other side. Tulayan looked at Mo Wen, who was shining golden with divine light in the field, and then looked at himself in tattered armor. I couldn't help but hold my mouth, and my heart was full of frustration. His elbow pushed against Uther on the side, and he said a little sourly: "Uther, this elf clan is too rich, take out one of them casually, it will be more valuable than the one on our body!" ”

And this time, Uther also echoed it in a rare way, only to see him look at the weapons in the field, and he couldn't help but show a trace of yearning, and finally muttered: "Maybe." I should also find a better weapon! ”

At this time, in the middle of the venue, Mo Wen looked at Sarufar, who was also surprised, but there was an excited smile on his face.

He casually pulled out a blue-purple giant sword inserted in his side, swung it twice, rolled up a strong wind, and then looked at the other party and said lightly: "Sarufar, every weapon in this is what I have used before, and it depends on your ability to see a few of them!" ”

With that, Mo Wen gripped the hilt of the giant sword tightly with both hands. As soon as his foot was chopped into the ground, he rushed out in an instant.

While!

Once again, the greatsword and the tomahawk collided, and the entire battlefield was enveloped in a violent roar.

While! While! While!

One voice after another.

Different from the delicate and delicate time of the previous fight, this time. Mo Wen swung the blade in his hand like a raging barbarian, and the giant sword opened and closed violently, slashing at Sarufar. Chop it back.

"What's wrong, what's wrong. It's not like you, Brusus. Sarufar! Where is the strength to kill the basilisk and the phoenix before? I'm looking forward to it! ”

In a frenzied attack. Mo Wen's eyes showed a trace of crazy battle intent, and he kept shouting at the retreating orcs.

How long has it been since he had faced such a close opponent?

Although the battle with Nesario is the peak of his strength, there is no doubt that this kind of hand-to-hand combat is the most exciting!

Around the venue, the onlookers had already dropped their jaws, and the elves were slashing and slashing the orcs with giant swords, and the awkward sense of difference made everyone uncomfortable.

The corners of Tulayan's eyes twitched slightly, he turned his head, glanced at Aurelia with a strange expression, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure that His Highness Kael'thas is really an elf and not some dragon?" ”

Aurelia glared at him, but after all, she didn't pursue his disrespect, I'm afraid that at this time, in her heart, she can't accept this scene in front of her!

Of course, the crowd of onlookers only felt awkward, but Sarufar in the arena was already uncomfortable to death, as an orc warrior, he was defeated by an elf in the most proud power.

The orc's eyes turned red in an instant, and he saw it hold up Mo Wen's giant sword, and then there was a roar!

"Don't underestimate people, elves!"

The steel-like muscles contracted, and the green tendons burst open like earthworms, and a hot breath erupted from Sarufar's nose, and with a full blow, he shook off the giant sword in front of him and fought back bravely.

was repelled by a blow, but Mo Wen was not surprised, he even directly let go of the hands holding the hilt of the sword, let the giant sword hover on the ground, and then jumped backwards, and fished out a short dagger inserted in his hand.

"Yes, yes! That's it, if you can't get me to do my best, wouldn't it be pointless for me to promise this fight? ”

Looking at the orc who was killed, Mo Wen's mouth brought a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and he let go of the opponent's giant axe as soon as he was short, and then rushed forward flexibly, and the short dagger in his hand poked into the orc's neck like a poisonous snake.

Sarufar was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly withdrew the giant axe and blocked it in front of him.

Mars splash!

The sharp acacia slammed into the face of the giant axe, bringing up a little spark.

With their rich combat experience, the orcs still blocked this fatal blow in the end.

But this is not the end, the blow is over, Mo Wen's body began to shake, with a series of afterimages, like a butterfly around Sarufar.

If just now he was a barbarian with raging strength, now he is a vicious assassin, hiding around like a poisonous snake, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Some of them couldn't adapt to this drastic change in style, and Sarufar seemed a little scrambling. was forced into danger by Mo Wen several times in a row, if it weren't for good luck. I'm afraid I'll die in Huangquan, when even so. In this game of civet cat and stubborn bear, the purple mang that swelled with lovesickness still left a long mark on Sarufar's face, making the half of his face bleed.

After playing with the dagger for a long time, Mo Wen changed another weapon, only to see him casually throw the acacia in his hand into the orc's face, and then took the opportunity to pull out the third weapon.

It was a blue-colored long sword with a whole body and a very cold and bright body, and with a sword in his hand, Mo Wen's entire fighting style changed again.

Picking, stabbing, teasing, plucking, chopping. At this moment, he incarnated as a top swordsman, the long sword in his hand crossed a wonderful trajectory, and slashed towards Sarufar, every move, every style was concise, simply to the extreme, directly hitting the enemy's vital point, in just ten minutes of fighting, the orc warrior had no power to fight back at all, and the whole person could only silently struggle in the overwhelming sword rain.

Then, it seems, knowing that he has no hope of winning. As if unable to endure this merciless play, in the silence Sarufar erupted.

I saw that this brave orc gritted his teeth and suddenly raised a giant axe in the battle. Tensed its muscles, letting Mo Wen's sharp sword penetrate its chest, and then swung it down with both hands!

There was a soft stabbing sound. Mo Wen's armor was completely opened open from his chest, and a trace of blood oozed from there.

"Your Highness!"

"Prince Kael'thas!"

When everyone saw this, they exclaimed. Aurelia and Leah Delin were about to rush over.

But Mo Wen took a few steps back one after another, his face was as usual. He waved to stop them.

With his hand on his chest, looking at the bright red blood, he chuckled, if he couldn't dodge the blow just now, he was afraid that he would be split in two.

"Hey, hey, it's not fun to trade injuries for lives!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Wen still looked at Sarufar with a smile on his face, as if it wasn't him who had almost been killed just now.

On the other side, Sarufar did not speak, it drew the sharp sword inserted in its chest with an expressionless face, let the blood flow, and then stared at Mo Wen with its eyes, and raised the giant axe in its hand again.

"yes, that's a shame!"

Looking at Sarufar, who showed his attitude, Mo Wen muttered with some regret, he wanted to find someone to hone his martial arts, but it was not a hard match for others, Sarufar's current approach made no sense to him at all, and for waste, Mo Wen usually had only one disposal plan.

The foot stomped to the ground, and in a puff of flying dust, a thick chain was shaken up by the volley, Mo Wen grabbed one end of the chain with one hand, and swept directly towards Sarufar, while his free other hand was slammed in the other direction. In the distance, on a six-pillar knife wheel, a long knife immediately flew over, softened into a white liquid and protected his hand, and then, under the control of Mo Wendi, it turned into a giant claw and grabbed Sarufar in the air.

"-hah!"

Facing the two Qimen weapons attacked in the air, the orc warrior roared angrily, and the giant axe in his hand did not dodge or dodge, and directly met it.

Bang!

Sparks flew around, and the thick chains flew back upside down.

Stab!

The outstretched claws were torn apart, and all the liquid in the sky was scattered.

But—behind the splash of liquid, a figure came galloping, the pitch-black blade in his hand like a crescent moon, swinging down from above.

Then, all the qiē is over.

In the center of the field, Sarufar stood motionless with a giant axe in hand.

Without a sound, the giant axe standing in front of it naturally broke in two, and the section was as smooth as a mirror.

Half-squatting beside Sarufar, Mo Wen slowly stood up, looked at the blood line on the face of the orc warrior behind the giant axe, and then looked at the long knife glowing with cold light in his hand, and sighed softly.

"What a pity, Brusus. Sarufar! ”

Nine nights

Grade: B+

Category: Treasure Phantasm

The extremely strong and sharp sword is engraved with Amakusa-style runes, and it has the characteristics of one knife and two stages for items with materials and grades below itself. (To be continued......)

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