When the demons saw Downton's bravery, they were all suppressed, and they hurriedly retreated, fearing that he would be the first to find them.

"A bunch of trash!" Holyfield had been waiting for these people to continue killing each other, but they were frightened by a 'badly injured' guy who almost made him angry.

Downton stood up, took out a bottle of powerful magical energy, and poured it into his mouth to replenish the magical energy.

"Is this your talent?" Holyfield noticed a rune pattern appearing on Downton's face, as if it were a fish head.

"Of course!" Downton's face remained unchanged, but he secretly cried out in his heart for luck.

Xia Luo is definitely a real great potion master, the steel body potion sent out is perfect, Downton just drank it, his body surface turned a slightly yellowish metallic color after a few flashes, and even a shark rune climbed up his chest, spread across his neck, and reached his cheeks.

If it weren't for the potion taking effect, the flesh and blood would have turned into a body of steel, and Downton would have died under the ogre's blow!

"It doesn't matter what kind of talent you have, you're going to be blown up by me!" Holyfield sprinted, swinging his giant mace and smashing it into Downton's head.

Downton shot back.

Bang, the tomahawk and mace collided together, making a sound that almost cracked the eardrum.

In front of the ogre, Downton was like a weak bean sprout, but in the attack, he didn't take a step back, and carried it hard.

"You can't do it brutely, you have to find a way!"

Downton gritted his teeth, slashing at a time, and facing Holyfield, his advantage was largely negated.

The gap in Liliang is not too big, it is two or three times more, Downton can't do the same crushing as before, he really wants to draw some more Titan power, but he knows that he can't do that. Otherwise, the body will be damaged because it can't bear it, and as for the talent of Dou Zhuan Xingxing, because the opponent can't shoot magic, it has become a complete ornament.

The power of the giant's martial arts is still there, and with the power of ten trolls, it does a lot of damage to ogres.

Bang. In another collision, the mace hit Downton in the chest, sending him flying, but the ogre was not uncomfortable and was slashed in the shoulder by the tomahawk, leaving a half-meter-long gap.

Watching the blood flow from the ogre's tumbling flesh, Downton got up, he finally realized the divine power of the dragon-slaying elixir.

Worthy of being one of the five strongest defensive potions that even the dragon's scorching breath could not break through, the ogre's mace fell on his body. Not even a single wound was done, and if it were normal, Downton would have been beaten into a pulp.

But thinking that a Body of Steel potion costs a million gold coins, and it only works for three minutes, Downton is furious again, this time it is really a big loss, even if Holyfield is skinned and boneless, and he will be crushed as a slave for the rest of his life. It is estimated that I will not be able to make so much money back.

After all, drinking this potion is dozens of times more than the money that Downton has spent since he was born.

"I'm going to tear you down today!" Downton unleashed the Giant Charge. Shot at Holyfield, attacking with all his might, he was deliberately putting on a posture of losing his coolness, eager for the ogre to underestimate the enemy, and attack him.

In three minutes, if you can't defeat the ogre. Downton could only take out the unicorn mount and run away.

"Well come!" the ogre was overjoyed, the martial arts it learned were just a big deal, relying on brute force and strong physical fitness to kill all sides, Downton chose a favorite way to fight, how could it not be happy?

The two of them are like humanoid beasts. Fighting together.

At this point in the battle, the shields of the two men had all been broken, and they relied purely on their flesh to resist the attack, while Downton looked even more embarrassed, constantly retreating.

"Downton is dying!"

"Shall we rob it?"

"Can you beat the ogre? unless we're united!"

The onlookers had a bad idea again, making eye contact, it was really Downton's loot that was too rich for them to give up.

"Grab it first, then divide it!"

Soon, the onlookers reached an agreement.

"A bunch of idiots. "Homer stayed in the backpack that Jackson was carrying, and when he sucked the remnants of his soul, he didn't forget to pay attention to the battle situation, as for helping, it was impossible, yesterday in order to repel the female thief, it consumed a lot of magic origin, and now it can be replenished.

Of course, even if the origin is sufficient, Homer will not intervene in the battle, it is the ancient magic book, not a nanny, if Downton can't even survive these difficulties, then he is not worthy of being his master, but for now, it seems that he is doing well.

The nickname of the Fox of the Western Realm was not given for nothing.

Downton began to play tricks again, constantly retreating, and with a painful expression on his face, it seemed that he could be bombarded at any time, but the offensive was not weak, one round higher than the next.

"Something is wrong!"

The demon with good eyesight noticed that something was wrong, and Downton was backing away, but the blood that weishenme spilled was all ogre's, and there were more and more wounds on its body, and one of them even pierced its chest, almost disemboweling it.

Although Downton was occasionally hit hard and looked painful, his movements did not have the slightest effect.

"Is he pretending to be invincible?" The demon was taken aback, and looked at Downton's gaze with deep jealousy, in this kind of fierce battle that could die at any time, he could still be far-sighted, and he was too calm to be terrifying, this kind of person will become a great weapon in the future.

Holyfield was indeed scarred, and the terrifying injuries made its attacks more and more weak, but the severe pain made it desperate to kill Downton to vent his anger, and most importantly, the painful expression on Downton's face, the pace of defeat, made the ogre have the illusion that he could kill him with a little more force.

But this power has not come for a long time.

Although after Downton drank the Iron Body Elixir, the ogre's blow could not hurt him, but just now after all, several ribs were broken, and there was blood in his chest, and this kind of fierce battle involved his body, making him also painful and vomit blood.

Of course, even if it is bruising, it can't be wasted, and Downton vomited all on his clothes, so it looked like it was very bloody.

"Weishenme, you still don't fall?"

couldn't attack for a long time, so Holyfield finally appeared anxious, and didn't understand how Downton's 'thin' body contained such a strong tenacity?

The demon servants are very hard-working, but the difference in strength is too great, even the first and second will fall under the blow of the mace, which also makes Downton desperate to absorb the undead in the dungeon.

If there is an army of abominations, it will definitely crush these ogres.

"What's going on?" Hu Tao also sensed that something was wrong, "Weishenme's ogre has the upper hand, but it hurts more than the big brother?"

"I remember, that pattern, it seems to be a phenomenon after drinking the potion of the Body of Steel!" a magician looked at the runes on Downton's face, and finally came to his senses, but he was still not sure.

There is no way, this potion is too high-end, and the price is expensive, even the children of those wealthy nobles may not have touched one, let alone see the characteristics after use.

"Wouldn't it? A dragon-slaying potion that costs up to a million gold coins?

"How else can you explain that he is not injured?"

The magicians recalled that Downton had been knocked away a few times just now, and they originally thought that Downton's bones were broken, but now it seems that it was completely disguised, because his movements were not deformed at all, which was not like a wounded person with broken bones.

"The point is that he drank it! a million, just drank it!" a magician muttered, looking at the bottle that Downton had just lost, his eyes were full of envy and jealousy, the potion that people drank and the money he earned for most of his life were estimated to be impossible to buy.

"Damn, you're lying to me?" Holyfield, whose broken ear had been bitten off by Tyson, was furious when he heard the whispers of the magicians.

"Who made you stupid!" Downton stimulated the ogre as he pulled out a powerful magic potion and poured it into his mouth.

"Die!" the ogre was furious and wanted to explode, but to its horror, it was unable to exert all its strength.

"It was a good fight, wasn't it? Downton snorted coldly, put his right foot on the ground, stopped the retreat, and slashed with all his might.

Bang!

Holyfield's arm trembled slightly, and for the first time he took a step back.

"It's a bloodletting tactic!" In the battlefield, only Homer saw it best, and after seeing that he could not kill the enemy with one blow, Downton decisively 'retreated' and adopted attrition tactics.

Now the ogre has nearly a hundred wounds on his body, although they are not fatal, but when they add up, not to mention the large amount of blood lost, the pain is enough for him to drink a pot.

Downton's focus was on Holyfield's limbs, because any movement he made after a muscle injury would be deformed and sluggish.

This is also the reason why the ogre Weishenme now feels that it will be difficult to intercept Downton's attack.

Downton, who has replenished his magical energy, is finally on fire!

Roar!

His lungs expanded, and Downton took a sharp breath, exhaled and raised his voice, roaring a giant's roar, and a huge wave of sound instantly swept all around.

Holyfield, who was facing the control technique head-on, roared in his ears and dizzy, and leaned on his fighting instinct to raise his mace.

With a bang, the giant slashed the mace off the rails, and then blasted out with two combos, slicing open a thumb-deep wound on its body.

The flesh was flipped open, and thick blood poured out.

"Come and help me!" Holyfield screamed in pain, and was just about to fight back and force Downton back, when the ground collapsed under the trampling of the giant, and it was unsteady on its feet, staggering a few steps, and before it could regain its balance, a huge magic energy battle axe fell from the sky.

Boom, one of Holyfield's arms was cut off in the cracks of the slate.

Arnold also knew that the most critical moment had come, and he did his best to intercept the ogres who wanted Holyfield, and the ghouls who could still move were also killed.

"Big brother, come on!" Hu Tao worked very hard, and in the chaos, he cut off the leg of an ogre.

Giant windmill!

Downton twisted his waist and swinged his arm, flipped sideways, like a spinning naginata, and attacked Holyfield, the blade of the axe glowing with blue shimmer, dazzling in the starlight, like the aurora of the North! (To be continued......