Faced with the scene of the death knight stumbling left and right in the turbulence of the rolling space, the people up and down the magic mountain were stunned, shocked, and energized one by one.

Next, the Terrans, Eqin Island, Elves, and Giants were all overjoyed, smiling and smiling, their eyes were shining, while the undead clan, the kobold clan, and even the dwarf clan were depressed, how depressed and depressed they were.

God, my undead clan won't just prosper and decline, right? I thought that with three grand dukes in charge, and the death knight is the strongest person in the dark world, my undead clan will have no problem prospering for hundreds of years in the future, but now, what the hell is going on now?

The first strong man let the family walk and play, and if this continues, if the death knight has three longs and two shorts, then the undead clan is not going to take a break?

In the past five or six years, our undead have waged a war of extermination against the human race, and the magic tower on Eqin Island has also been overturned, provoking so many great enemies, if the death knight falls, the undead will be in the weakest moment, at that time, those who have a grudge against the undead will not attack it in groups?

Those ordinary cultivators said that they were melon-eating people, but the battle in the field was closely related to themselves, and even, whether they could cultivate well in the future and whether they could survive was very related!

The strong people of the public rank are the pillars of a race, they determine the rise and fall of a race, and a group with a strong man of the public rank can make it prosperous and develop, but if the strong of the public rank falls, the race loses the blessing of the Grand Duke, and the race is doomed to decline, which is the best example of this.

Seeing that their pillars were making people run away in embarrassment in the turbulent flow of space, these ordinary cultivators of the undead clan did not feel sorrow, and when they thought of the miserable life that the human race had lived after Sauron's death, these people felt a burst of despair.

The Dark Holy City, a district inhabited by the undead.

After some urgent contact, someone finally contacted the person who was cultivating in the Demon Mountain through the clone, but after hearing the other party say the big things that happened in the Demon Mountain, everyone was suddenly blindfolded.

"What? You said that the previous two Gong-rank Shenghua were caused by Kassel and Baker respectively? How is this possible? The two of them have only been cultivating for a few years?"

"Nonsense! If cultivation depends on the length of time, aren't all the two or three hundred-year-old old men in the clan the Grand Duke?"

"Even if, even if their talents are higher, then these two little rabbit cubs have cultivated too fast, right? It only took five or six years to enter the Demon Mountain, how could they become Grand Dukes, and there are two of them?"

"Hey, hey, Baker's side is okay, after all, he has been jumping several times with the same strength as eating the Dali (River Crab) Pill before, we have a preparation in our hearts, so what's going on with Cassel? Hasn't she been staying in the Black Key Secret Realm? Why did such a yellow-haired girl become the Grand Duke all of a sudden? Is there any heavenly reason?"

"Nima, you ask me, I'll ask who to go? People are so, what can you do?"

"It's foggy, the Terrans are really teddy, and it wasn't long after Zoro hung up, and two archdukes popped up at once, what a toothache!"

"Don't have a toothache, although the Terran side doesn't know how to come out of the two Grand Dukes, however, there is no comparison with our undead clan, the other Grand Dukes don't say it, just say Lord Death Knight, he can make the two new Grand Dukes of the Human Race bow down alone!"

"That's right, Lord Death Knight is the strongest person in the dark world, and the other party is just two Grand Dukes who have just broken through, if the Lord is ruthless, maybe he will destroy them all as soon as he makes a move. ”

When these people of the undead clan were talking, the corner of the cultivator who had a clone in the Demon Mountain twitched, and he almost cried, and the others saw that his face was wrong and hurriedly asked, and the brother then pouted his teeth and said with a constipated look: "Lord Death Knight is ...... now Now let Baker be trapped in the turbulence of space, and he can't break through for a while......"

"What? Are you feverish? Lord Death Knight has Baker trapped? What are you kidding!"

"Say the opposite, you!"

"Spatial turbulence? Beck's hairy boy who has just been promoted to the public rank, it's good to be able to smash out a palm-sized spatial turbulence, and he can't even let go of the hooves of the war horse where Lord Death Knight sits down, and you still say that he can't break through the spatial turbulence? Don't be kidding!"

"Okay, okay, I know that you kid wants to see the shocked expression on our faces, as you wish, my brother has already made it, now that you are satisfied, hurry up and tell the truth!"

......

While the Dark Holy City was in heated discussions, the drama of escaping and re-escaping from the spatial turbulence was still playing out in the Magic Mountain, with the Death Knight persevering towards the 'shore', and Baker controlling two dark red sticks in front of it and constantly striking in front of it, each time the struck shattered the area, making the Death Knight's escape go to waste.

Boom!

The two sticks struck again, shattering a piece of space, and suddenly, it became a black hole world, and the spatial turbulence within it was connected with the rest of the world, like an ocean.

Listening to the sonorous percussion sound, Baker's heart couldn't help but gradually complete, once upon a time, when he was in the shelter, he was subjected to the death knight's 'chopping' for more than two years, during that time, although he devoted himself to cultivation, but the feeling of hanging a sword of Damoris above his head in his subconscious always existed, and over time, there was a lot of psychological shadow in his heart.

Feng Shui takes turns, and now the Death Knight is trapped in the turbulence of space, and Baker is in control of the lifeblood of whether the other party can get out of the predicament, and every time the two big sticks are struck, the depression that Baker has accumulated in his heart in the past dissipates a point, which makes him feel very happy, and his heart is more and more complete.

The Death Knight with a giant sword in one hand and a shield in the other hand resisted the turbulence of the space around him, and the fierce war horse he sat on carried him to rush to different places, after hitting the wall one after another, the death knight's eyes that were only exposed outside the armor were terrifyingly blood-red, and the black armor on his body seemed to come to life, and the armor looked extremely weird one by one.

At one point, the Death Knight's eyes flashed, and then he saw a direction and urged his horse to rush that way, even though he was hindered again and again, but still did not change direction.

The death knight's rampage and struggle to move forward couldn't help but make the faces of the spectators look shocked, is he desperate? But even if he is desperate, this is also a dead end?

(End of chapter)