The dust that had been fluttering in the square quietly returned to the ground, and in the circular space centered on Zoen's martial arts, it was a forbidden place that no one else could easily set foot in.

The Martial Skill Master leaned his back against the sturdy pillar to prevent himself from being attacked from behind, and at the same time his eyes were looking straight ahead, and under the threat of his gaze, the spider drow elves who were besieging for a while did not step forward.

The ugly monsters in front of them still seem to retain the slightest memory of their lives, and when it comes to life, it seems that the words are not accurate.

Although they are still alive, they are already alien objects that are not contained in the original society, which is more unacceptable than death for the monsters who vaguely hope to return to society.

Martial Arts Master Zohn gently threw his twin knives into the air, and under the influence of his unintentional movements, the arachnoid drow elves subconsciously took a few steps back.

In the eyes of the black-haired man, this kind of performance has deepened his previous judgment about whether there is consciousness, and in the same way, there is a new understanding of the strength of Zorn's martial arts master.

"Even the monsters who have lost their minds still remember Zorn's power vividly. The black-haired man thought secretly, he felt that the value of this warm-up match was much higher than that of the others, "because the juniors always like to imitate the seniors they dream of." ”

While thinking, Zhuge secretly glanced at Serafi beside him, and the other party's focused expression seemed to be no less than his own.

He turned his head and secretly used the ability of the magic net to break down all the movements and moves of the martial arts master.

On the one hand, it is to learn, and on the other hand, it is to better find ways to crack it.

The Martial Master took back his twin swords and held them in his backhand, then stood silently in place, just continuing to observe his opponent and not do anything else.

The arachnoid drow elves seemed to come back to their senses, and the cessation of Zorn's movements seemed to give them the best encouragement.

The black-haired man glanced at the equipment that the monsters relied on, spears, short swords, and so on, and most of them were scimitars, the equipment that the drow used, perhaps the same weapon they used before they "died".

But what left Zhuge on the most were the two who were not far behind the long pillar of martial arts, holding long sticks with gems in both hands—obviously containing quite strong spell energy.

As if noticing the anomaly behind him, Captain Zorn gently adjusted his position, using the stout pillars to isolate the path between the mage-like arachnoid drow elves and himself.

Stalemate is not the style of the belligerent arachnoid drows, but the first ones to attack are from the flank, it seems that these guys have indeed unconsciously arranged their own tactics, they hope to force the other party to give up a certain position through the surprise attack on the flank of Zorn's martial arts chief, and give the mages in the rear a chance to carry out long-range strikes on them, so as to achieve certain results in the first time.

However, the chief martial arts officer of Zorn still stood in place, his slight sideways gaze, and the black-haired man was confident that he would not fail to notice the surprise attack from the side.

Due to excessive alienation, the arachnid drow elves are much larger than ordinary drows in size, and one of the key points is that the spider legs on the lower body are like the spider "statues" seen by the black-haired man, occupying 3/4 of their bodies.

These sideways arachnoid drows run smoothly through the square, thanks in large part to the support of their lower feet.

Those long and narrow legs did not disturb the sleep of the loess again, but they stepped into deep holes in the thick quilt.

For a while, the spiders attacked in groups, and the momentum of these half-human and half-spiders running in unison was no less than the deterrence of a small cavalry charge in Zhuge 's eyes.

But Zorn's martial arts chief still maintained a stable posture as if he was fine.

However, when the flanking raider was only about 30 meters away from him, he leaned down, his feet staggered back and forth, while the heel of his right foot was slightly raised and stepped on the post behind him, which seemed more like a starting position to the black-haired man.

As if provoked by the disregard of the martial arts master, the spider drow began to make a "lotus" sound from their mouths, but at first glance it sounded no different from the normal drow.

The monsters began to accelerate, and there was only 10 meters left between them and the martial arts chief.

The black-haired man noticed that beside him, the usual whispering in private, Serafi, and the "father" Sehiris, as well as the rest of the drow in the audience, were holding their breath.

There was silence and silence.

He put aside the random thoughts in his mind and looked at the martial arts chief with a calm face, and at the same time transformed himself into the opponent's position, and tried to substitute the opponent's behavior, about the actual combat experience, which was what the black-haired man lacked the most at the moment.

The arachnoid drow who bore the brunt of the attack swung the scimitars of both hands vigorously, and under the guidance of the inertia of the fast running, it dropped like a black bombshell in the direction of the column.

Maybe there is still a solid basic fighting skill in the instinct, at least not to commit the embarrassing situation of letting the martial arts stay on guard.

As it approached, the monster's lower body grew with the strength of one of its long legs, as evidenced by the shape of the cave created in the yellow earth.

He crossed his hands and flew towards the martial arts chief on the side of the pillar, and when he was about to approach the martial arts chief, the scimitar suddenly struck, and the bright blade left a clear image on the pillar under the light of the torch.

The unfolded scimitar suddenly accelerated in the air with a staggered arc, swift and dexterous, slashing at Zorn's head from a tricky angle, sealing the space where he could dodge left and right.

Zorn finally got to his feet.

The martial arts master, who had been waiting for a long time, did not choose to fight hard with the opponent, and when the sword light was not completely close, he suddenly leaned down and got as close to the ground as possible.

At the same time, the right foot of the pillar exerts force, causing the martial artist to slide towards the lower gear of the spider drow spirit at a faster speed.

The scimitar held in his back almost remained in its original position, but after a brief moment of sharpness, the arachnoid drow let out a mournful wail.

Under Zhuge watching, the unrecognizable monster lost its balance in an instant, and it crashed head-on towards the spiderized drow rushing from the other side!

The mages behind the pillar quickly picked up their staffs, and the gems at the top began to gather spell energy, and they hurriedly pursued the figure of the martial arts chief, and threw out the strong red flame sphere at the first time.

Zorn didn't stop after the blow, and as a cushion, he rolled in the yellow earth, and the scimitar he held behind him didn't stop him in the slightest.

The Red Flame Orb soared quickly through the air, and drew a scorching tail wing, smashing straight into the direction where the martial arts chief landed.

Seeing that the magic is about to end the offensive posture of the martial arts chief. However, Zorn then made a surprising move, and he rushed towards the Red Flame Fireball!

It turns out that Zorn's goal has always been on the mages behind the pillars.

As he landed and rolled, the martial arts chief changed his legs, still clinging to the ground, his body like a torpedo gliding on the ground.

Based on his previous momentum, he used more force to forcibly change the angle of his movement and burst out faster.

The two red flames smashed smoothly into the position behind the martial arts chief, and for Zorn, the actual damage was nothing more than grazing the ends of his flying hair.

The Arachnized Drow Mage looked in shock at the fast-moving martial arts master in front of him, and in a panic, he was busy gathering his energy spells again.

When he saw this moment, Zhuge secretly said to himself: "It's too late, the spell needs to be prepared for chanting." There's only one way to speed up the casting—use a magic web, or something to do with it. ”

"Unfortunately, they are 'losers' in that sense. ”

Faced with the extremely fast approaching but aggressive manic scimitar of the Martial Arts Master, the panicked mages no longer cared whether the energy gathering was completed or not, they hurriedly threw the improvised spell energy and threw it at the other party, trying to buy more time for their companions who were coming to support in the rear.

But how could Zorn keep their wishful thinking alive?

The mages looked down in disbelief at the scimitar that pierced their chests, scarlet blood gushing down the machete's blood groove, and their consciousness seemed to be rapidly breaking out of their grasp.

After a shudder on the spider's long legs, the massive mutant body slammed into the ground with a splash of yellow dust.

The shouts from behind drew closer, and Zonn didn't look back, he stretched out his left foot and stepped on the body of one of the dead spider drow elves, calmly drew his scimitar, and threw out a gorgeous sword flower in the air, letting the undrained blood on the loess around him.

He turned and looked at the pursuers behind him, and the face with a deep scar began to let out a domineering laugh. Captain Zonn was wielding his twin swords, and he took a slow, steady but steady step toward the arachnoid drow elves that were charging at him.

Next, it's not so much a battle, no matter what it calls a massacre.

Gulrolla's number one martial artist deserves the title of the strongest, wielding his twin swords at will, as if to prove his ability to engage head-on.

No matter what angle his opponent rushed at him, he only turned slightly sideways and blocked with a one-handed scimitar, while the other scimitar would inevitably take the opponent's life in the next moment.

The black-haired man noticed the fists of the male next to him clenching and relaxing from time to time, and Serafi's performance was very obvious, and he didn't know if he was excited because of the strong performance of his idol or because of the strength of his opponent.

And the high priest of Drow stared at the only figure left in the square but bit his lower lip, but his brows were tightly locked, and Zhuge didn't understand her thoughts and ideas, after all, a woman's perspective on problems and things always seemed so peculiar.

He looked up, and the crimson girl also looked at his body, looking at it with a puzzled expression, and the movements of his mouth opening and closing from time to time re-pulled Zhuge up.

The other party asked clearly.

"Mr. Zhuge ?"