Just as the elven king's heavy sword was about to open the scoop on the top of Downs Wharton's head, suddenly, the furious elven king realized that if he just hacked this rebel to death so simply, wouldn't it be cheaper for him, and how could he completely vent the pain he had suffered all these years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the end, between the lightning and flint, the elf king decided that he couldn't kill her so cheaply, and had to torture him slowly and continuously, so as to heal the wounds that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

The elven king, who made the decision, jerked his hand back, trying to withdraw the heavy sword, but at this time, it was a little too late to regret it, although the heavy sword did not cut on the top of Downs Wharton's head, but the tip of the heavy sword still inevitably cut a cut on Downs Wharton's face!

I saw that in the middle of Downs Wharton's forehead, which was originally like mutton fat and white jade, there was an additional vertical sword mark the thickness of a thumb, which was not only very wide, but also very deep, and Downs Wharton's skull could already be seen from the wound, and even the skull where the tip of the sword swept was slightly shattered.

What's even worse is that the tip of Downs Wharton's heroic and towering nose was also split in the middle by a sword from the Elf King, fortunately the Elf King drew his sword in time, otherwise, with the force he used when he drew the sword, he had to split Downs Wharton in half from the middle.

In less than ten seconds, the thick layer of jet-black ash on Downs Wharton's face was washed away by the blood, and his face turned from a black appearance to a miserable blood red.

Despite the severe blow to his face, Downs Wharton didn't care, he didn't wipe the blood off his face, but smiled and looked directly into the Elven King's eyes, his eyes were full of mockery!

The more distorted the Elven King's face became, the more the corners of Downs Wharton's mouth curled, and the more disdain in his eyes grew.

Finally, the Elven King couldn't help himself, and yelled at Downs Wharton, "Rebel, what are you laughing at?"

"Didn't laugh at anything," Downs Wharton replied faintly, and then asked rhetorically, "I want to ask you, why didn't you kill me just now?"

"It's too cheap to kill you with a sword, and you must pay a long price for the grave sins you have committed!" the Elven King yelled back at Downs Wharton.

"You...... It's still so indecisive, just like when I left, it's because of you that the elves have degenerated to such an extent!" After listening to the elven king's hysterical roar, Downs Wharton sarcastically said to the elven king in a thick mocking tone.

Downs Wharton, whose face was covered in blood, looked particularly eerie when he uttered those sarcastic words, like a demon in hell singing a curse.

After listening to Downs Wharton's heart-wrenching words, the Elven King, who had managed to suppress his anger, was furious again, he raised his giant sword again, pointed the tip of the sword at Downs Wharton's head, and scolded: "Rebel! If it weren't for your rebellion, would the elves have fallen to such an extent, in the past twenty years, you have continuously led a group of northern barbarians to invade the elven forest, because of you traitor, how many brothers we have sacrificed, it is because of you!"

Obviously, the Elf King's refutation of Downs Wharton's words is suspected of shirking responsibility, in fact, everyone in the Elf Race knows that the reason for the fall of the Elf Race is because the Elf King did not take the lead, after all, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, if the Elf King is the kind of person who works hard, then, how can he tolerate the fall of the people below!

If you really want to settle this account, then the Elf King will bear ninety percent of all the responsibility for the fall of the elf race, and Downs Wharton will only carry one percent at most, or even less than one percent.

Although the facts are obvious, the main responsible person Elf King will never admit this, because he is the Elf King, so he can't be at fault, and even if he is at fault, it is someone else's fault.

After listening to the elven king's sophistry explanation, Downs Wharton was silent, but the irony in his gaze at the elven king was even stronger.

The Elven King, who was a little embarrassed by the burning gaze of his rebel, became angry, and he directly raised his giant sword and slashed it towards Downs Wharton's eyes.

If this sword is slashed into Downs Wharton's eyes, he will inevitably become blind, such a hard wound as blindness, but even high-level life potions can't cure it, and it must be cured with higher-level potions, such as Wang Xu's gold sore medicine, however, even if Wang Xu is crazy, he will not give Downs Wharton gold sore medicine, you know, Downs Wharton has sent several groups of assassins to assassinate Wang Xu, if Wang Xu sees him, then, he will be killed in minutes.

Just as the Elven King's horizontal sword was about to cut into Downs Wharton's face, there was a muffled sound of "dong ......", and a thigh-thick icicle suddenly emerged from the ground, freezing the heavy sword in the Elf King's hand, and soon, the frost aura spread along the frozen position on the heavy sword, sweeping towards the Elf King's arm.

The Elf King, who didn't want to be frozen, decisively let go of the hilt of his sword, and in the next second, the Elf King turned his head and glared at Luna, yelling and asking her: "This is a matter between our father and son, what are you doing as an outsider, what is your business here?"

Obviously, the angry Elf King didn't know his mind, and he even forgot that Luna was the woman of his dreams, and sprayed directly at Luna!

"Hmph......" After snorting coldly, Luna's water clone said to the Elf King faintly: "I will not interfere in the matter between your father and son, but before I ask him something clearly, you can't let him lose the ability to answer my questions, and when I finish asking, you can do whatever you want with him!"

And that's not all, after Luna's water clone scolded the Elven King, she also took out a bottle of high-level life potion and handed it to Downs Wharton.

Downs Wharton, who was not afraid of boiling water, did not refuse, and directly took the high-level life potion handed by Luna's water clone, and dried it with his neck tilted back like a send-off wine.

The moment he drank a whole bottle of high-level life potion, a burst of green life light surged around Downs Wharton, and the sword sore on his forehead and his nose that had been split in half gradually returned to their original state.

Looking at Downs Wharton, who was gradually recovering from his injuries, the Elf King was angry and asked Luna hysterically, "What questions do you have, do you need to help him heal his injuries before he can answer?"

After hearing the elven king's brainless roar, Luna's water clone glanced at him, and then, instead of answering him, Luna floated in front of Downs Wharton and asked, "Are you ......?"