"Do you feel it, there's a powerful energy coming!" the witcher Tatar's heart tightened, and he stopped moving forward. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Merica, the witcher, approached Tatar in a slightly hasty manner, a longsword glowing with silver in his hand.

"It may be the leader of the Blood Clan, should we choose to fight or avoid it?"

"Do you think this matter can be decided by me?" Tatar's eyes were alert, and his big rough hands had already grasped the big sword behind his back: "Tell your companions to concentrate on Lao Tzu to deal with the enemy, there is no reward for this mission, and no one should die here easily!"

"Don't worry!" Merrick said calmly, "We all crawled out of the pile of dead people, how can we fall into the hands of the bullshit blood clan!"

"Don't talk big, concentrate on the enemy!"

Tatar suddenly let out a loud cry, which made Merrick a little unresponsive. By the time Merrick looked at Tatar again, Tatar was already holding a broad-bladed giant with both hands, and he was soaring directly into the air on the ground.

Merrick had a confident smile on his face, but Tatar's voice rang in his ears.

As Tatar looked at the trajectory of his movements, Merrick was the first to rise above their heads, and a sky of black energy was coming towards them.

Soaring into the air, Tatar shimmered with a pale yellow glow that could only be found in the amulet seal. I saw that the muscles of his arms exposed to the air were tense, and the green tendons on his forehead were also highlighted. When he was about to collide with the black energy bullet in the sky, his whole body suddenly stopped, and he held the broad-bladed giant sword that emitted yellow light in both hands and swirled quickly in the air, bursts of ripple-like energy ripples floated out, forcibly blocking some of the black energy bullets that fell from the sky.

The one who attacked the demon hunters was the one led by Zhan Long, but Zhan Long saw that this attack did not meet his expectations, so he quickly locked on to Tatar, who had disturbed his good fortune, in the air. He raised his left hand, glowing with black light, and fired several energy projectiles at Tatar in succession. When the energy bullet was halfway through, it suddenly turned into spikes, shaped like spears that had been thrown.

The black light spear came quickly, and it had already hit the protective shield outside Tatar's body one after another. For Tatar, air combat was not stained, and due to the impact of the black light spear, he could no longer stabilize his body at the moment and quickly fell to the ground.

Tata, who fell to the ground, caused a boom, and even the ground was knocked out of a huge crater. And Zhan Long in the air sneered, he had already flown not far in front of Tatar with his hands behind his back.

"Hmph, is this the Witcher?" Zhan Long's words were filled with disdain, "Your existence is a joke!" He didn't care if he would anger Tatar, because in his eyes the Witcher had already embarked on the path of decay, and the current Witcher was nothing more than a swarm of living ants.

"Lao Tzu thinks you blood clan is a joke!" With another roar, Tatar suddenly rushed out of the pit where he had fallen, and unleashed an extremely powerful energy shock wave towards Zhan Long.

Zhan Long's face sank, and then he retreated for a distance, so that it did not spread. And at this moment, Tatar, who was already standing in front of Zhan Long with a broad-bladed giant sword in his hand, confronted him.

"Vulgar witcher!, could it be that he would only use this kind of sneak attack!" Zhan Long looked coldly at Tatar in front of him, his eyes mixed with anger and resentment.

"Haha!" Tatar suddenly burst out laughing: "No, you guy is so funny, happy to kill me, happy to kill me!"

"Hmph, you dare to laugh at me!" Zhan Long looked at Tatar who was laughing wildly, his expression was a little unnatural, and he directly threw up his right hand and gave Tatar an energy bomb.

Tatar instantly put away his smile and struck the energy ball directly back with the broad-bladed giant sword in his hand.

Seeing that his attack was rebounded, Zhan Long hurriedly dodged sideways, and by the way, he quickly sent two energy bombs to Tatar.

"Say the witchers are vulgar?" Tatar stepped forward to meet the attack, not dodging at all: "I think you blood clan are the real shameless!"

Despite the fact that Tatar was a little clumsy despite his wide size, he was about to get close to the incoming energy projectile, and he used his extremely tricky body to bypass the attack.

At this moment, Tatar appeared above Zhan Long's head with a sword in both hands, and he slashed down with all his strength, showing an unstoppable look.

Acetin!

When Tatar heard the crisp sound, he sensed that something was wrong, and his attack was now blocked. And the force that held him back was competing with him. When he looked closely, it turned out that Zhan Long stretched out his pair of red claws to hold the sword at the last moment.

What was flashing on Zhan Long's body at this moment was not a pure black light, but a combination of red and black. Tatar's body also burst out with a pale yellow halo, and the green tendons on both sides of his forehead also rose suddenly, and his eyes were like copper bells and glared at Zhan Long.

Due to the sudden unloading of Zhan Long, Tatar was unprepared and almost landed unsteadily. Zhan Long, on the other hand, took advantage of the gap to aim at Tatar's lower abdomen and fired an energy bomb.

Tatar was attacked and rolled backwards several times, and when he stabilized his form, Zhan Long's eyes became more bright red, and his claws were surrounded by an extremely evil light.

Tatar saw that Zhan Long was attacking him with an extremely fierce attack, and his eyes with a green pentagram texture also became more translucent, and the elemental power on his body was constantly increasing by him.

Zhan Long's strength at this moment was not inferior to Tatar, and he had also raised the elemental power contained in him to a higher level. Therefore, at the same time, the bodies of the two people are shining brightly.

When Tatar saw that Zhan Long had launched an attack first, he also moved his steps quickly, and the broad-bladed sword in his hand actually changed with his movements. The first thing I heard was that there was a strange sound from the central axis of the sword body, and then I saw that the outward facing blade suddenly flipped inward, and then revealed a jagged blade.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already close to each other.

Zhan Long's eyes were fierce, and he quickly danced his pair of ghostly red claws at Tatar's throat without touching them. Looking at Tatar's sword swing around his head, a yellow streamer like a crescent moon swirled out.

Until the sawtooth greatsword and the claw collided with each other, only sparks flew in all directions. At this time, Tatar violently shook the serrated greatsword in his hand with both hands, and forced Zhan Long back a few meters with domineering force.

Zhan Long's whole body quickly flew out backwards, only to see Tatar pressing towards Zhan Long with a sword at his feet. Seeing that the big sword was immediately slashing, only between the lightning and flint, Zhan Long instantly fell his body to the ground and successfully avoided Tatar's combo.

The moment he landed, an extremely rich black energy projectile condensed in Zhan Long's palm, and hit Tatar's head straight at it.

Although Tatar had already noticed it, judging from his current status, it was too late for him to completely avoid it. Although there was a talisman Fayin to resist this attack for Tatar, it also caused him to consume a lot of Fayin's defensive power.

After this round, Zhan Long has retreated to safety. However, he had an unexpected discovery, after the battle with the demon hunter just now, the claws that should have been repaired quickly appeared irreparable scars. It was only then that he remembered the strange greatsword in Tatar's hand.

"You don't come back and find out now, do you?" Tatar glared at Zhan Long, who was not moving forward, and said in a cold voice, "It's too late!"