The term 10,000 enemies sounds like a glorious and powerful person, but in fact such a hero does not exist, no matter how strong he is, as long as he still follows the laws of the world as a real creature, he will always be tired even if he is not injured or killed, so more often, 10,000 enemies or tens of millions of people have been more of a momentum.

Lear is in this kind of momentum right now, and the other good news is that the enemies he needs to deal with are definitely well below the 10,000 number, or even less than 1,000.

When a sheep retreated from its camouflage to reveal its sharp fangs, there was nothing better than blood, and the red Vulcan sword was no longer burning gently like a torch, stabbing, teasing, splitting, slashing, appearing from all angles that could appear, the sharp blade cutting through the arteries and white bones that were wrapped in it, and not much blood was spilled in the air or underground.

Because when the wound was cut open and the blood was about to gush out, it was immediately evaporated into a fishy and pungent steam by the monstrous wave of fire, and slowly, the faces of all the Medusa besieging Lear changed.

At first, they thought that this man was a weak magician, and they were still thinking about how to be gentle and considerate to prolong the life of this prey as much as possible, but later found that he was still a swordsman, but this discovery brought them not shock but a huge surprise, and the reason was also very simple, the stronger the body, the greater the vitality and tenacity, the thought of being able to gallop with a wild bull through the clouds and rain, these Medusa had to turn over the waves.

However, when they discovered that the bull had sharp claws that could easily kill them, the banter disappeared, and in less than a minute more than thirty of their countrymen died, hatred arose.

"Kill him!!" Queen Medusa roared sharply, and a long black iron arrow more than a meter thick than her thumb appeared in her hand at the same time, and she held a brown iron bow, the body of which was as tall as half of her body upright, showing the terrifying power of this bow.

Open the bow, full strings, this action is almost in one go, the slender arm does not appear to be swollen and bulging because of the excessive force, as if such a bow can not fully show her terrifying power that does not match her slender body at all.

Let go, the arrow of the long black iron arrow tore a white crack in the air, and in the dim halo pulled a long white light, the tip of the white light was sharp and firm, and the wail of the wind and the anger of the bow shot straight at Lear's vest.

This arrow did not have earth-shattering power, and even the black arrow body almost merged with the dim environment around it because of its speed, as if it was shot directly into the void.

Indeed, the arrow that carried Queen Medusa's anger out of her anger was bound to shoot Lear through from back to front, mercilessly burrowing into her back and leaving a small hole in her back, and then piercing through her chest, leaving a bloody hole at least the size of a bowl, and shattering the rock in front of her, and the arrow disappeared under the Queen's watchful eyes.

"............" even forgot whether she should be surprised, roared or wailed, the scene in front of her was completely beyond the Queen's comprehension, her eyes widened suddenly, her breathing stuck in an extremely uncomfortable frequency, fortunately Lear is a good person who takes the confusion of others as his own, and he quickly gives the answer.

A black light suddenly appeared from the place where it disappeared at a faster speed than just now, still so fierce and unstoppable, the torn air let out a more terrible wail, and even the arrows burned slightly due to the violent friction.

But its target is Queen Medusa herself.

"No!!" The queen roared and began to retreat rapidly, no one knew better than her how powerful her arrow was, and after the blessing of that strange power, it was no longer an arrow, but a deadly light talisman.

Before the two Medusa warriors could figure out what was going on, they found themselves being pushed in front of that terrifying black light, but luckily they just felt a bee-like pain in their chests and nothing happened, as if the arrow was not so terrifying?

......One of the warriors was gleeful about turning back to report his discovery to the Queen, but the voice had barely mentioned the first syllable from the larynx, and immediately a more powerful and irresistible force rushed out of her larynx.

It wasn't a gushing, it wasn't a flow, it wasn't a mouthful, a gulp of blood spurted out of her mouth, covering up what she wanted to say, and at the same time, the two proud waves in her chest were completely gone, replaced by a blood hole the size of a bowl, and the hole in her back was more than doubled, so that only a little thin flesh was left on her right shoulder, struggling to keep her body intact.

Luckily, she wasn't the only one to suffer this fate, as behind her, six Medusa warriors looked dazed, and finally, before the irresistible darkness completely overwhelmed her soul, she saw with the last of her eyes that the black light shot through the chest of the ninth compatriot, and then continued to hit the queen's right shoulder in an unstoppable sharp manner.

It's good that everyone can continue to be sisters again.

Not to mention that the mountain wall was made a mess by the huge roar and smoke in the sky, Lear on the ground did not hesitate because of the arrow, and a lightning light thicker than the bucket suddenly broke away from his palm and rushed into the crowd in front of him, and after hitting the first warrior, it exploded, and then dispersed into dozens of slightly slender but actually thigh-thick electric rays and continued to jump.

By analogy, knowing that the electric light would disappear completely after five consecutive jumps, and dozens of charred corpses had already lay in front of Lear, and a pungent scorching smell filled the air, but except for the friction of the electric lightning, those Medusas didn't even have time to scream.

Ignoring the corpses in front of him, Lear continued to rush towards the crowd on the left with his sword, either don't do it or do it absolutely, this is his consistent creed, at the beginning he didn't want to kill, now that he has killed now, then he must not leave a living mouth.

The purple fighting spirit swirled around the blade, making the blade that was already attached to the surging fire almost skyrocketed by more than half, and there was almost no need to be slashed between the blades, as long as those fierce magic flames were contaminated with a little, they would immediately go crazy like maggots on the tarsal bones to penetrate into the pores and blood vessels of the skin and then burn the bones and meridians inside.

The archery skills that the Medusas were so proud of were of little use in this kind of direct hand-to-hand combat, and the enemy was only one and as fast as lightning, and opening the bow rashly had no effect other than shooting their own people, and what was even more terrifying was that they could not even open their eyes to cast the petrified Medusa eyes on that person.

Because just after that electric light, a ball of light like the sun suddenly rose in the dimness, and the sudden appearance of the bright light made the Medusa, who had adapted to the darkness of the underground world and had mutated their eyeballs, like being pierced in the eyes, and they rolled on the ground with tears on their faces and wailed.

At the same time, all kinds of curse magic continued to fly out of Lear's body and fall into the Medusa group, all of which were low-level spells that didn't require much strength, such as the Slow Dafa Evil Curse Possession, and at most a weak spell was already a rare intermediate spell.

However, the terrifying thing is that these spells are all group magic, and the enveloping range includes almost everyone on the ground, and those Medusa, who could still use the terrain and location to fight in the distance and occasionally release cold arrows, have become as slow as earthworms on the ground after encountering repeated curses.

It wasn't a fair fight, and killing one by a thousand was definitely torture in the usual sense, but it was only then that the Medusas realized a desperate truth, they guessed the beginning, but not the end.

The torture continues, but the one who carries out the torture is the young human who they used to take the essence machine.

Ignoring the surrounding Medusa, who had turned from madness to fear and then to a rat-hugging mouse, if it weren't for the fear that the movement would be too big to attract a more powerful existence, Lear even wanted a meteor shower to solve them, and after slaughtering dozens of Medusa again, this slow speed had already begun to make him feel dissatisfied.

An indescribable ball of fire elemental light rose from his hand and quickly gathered into a ball with a diameter of more than five meters, it is difficult to describe the power contained in this fireball, not simply scorching or destroying, but containing more rage, chaos, madness, and all kinds of information that can make the spirit fall into hysteria.

When the terrifying fireball gradually solidified to some kind of critical point, Lear did not eject it as he had done in the past, but instead swung a sword and slashed at the weakest point of origin of the fireball.

"Poof!"

It was like the sound of a ball being pierced with a steel needle, because from any angle, the fireball was supposed to make a 'boom' or something like a furious roar and then burst violently, and then scorched and incinerated any enemy it was aimed at, but it only made a soft pop, and then it turned into a strange streamer and flew away, falling into the surrounding Medusa like innocuous fireworks.

"What are you doing! You're crazy!"

A terrible scream suddenly sounded from afar, and in the darkness a Medusa stared at her companion with stunned and frightened eyes, because just as her attention was still shaking the terrifying fireball, her companion suddenly stabbed the iron arrow in her hand into her chest without warning.

Bright red blood gushed out from the wound like a spring of arrows, but what was redder than blood were the eyes of their companions, bright red, blood red, dark red, which was no longer strange that could be described by color, as if the blood of the demons in the depths of hell was directly smeared on the eyeballs, and the demon's crazy thirst for killing and hatred also penetrated into the soul.

The same terrible screams have been resounding in the crowd since the fireworks were scattered, at first they were just sneak attacks, then they turned into active attacks in self-defense, and then they no longer needed Lear's hands, and all the Medusa fell into a frenzied cannibalism.

"Crazy. ”

Lear put down the Vulcan Sword in his hand, and then stared indifferently at what was happening in front of him.

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