On the explorer's side, the powerful Sword Master also took out his weapon, which was a black giant sword that was a man tall, but although the aura on his body was also fierce, it was somewhat exaggerated, and his companions were the same, and their breath was not very stable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The improvement of the rules of the world has greatly lowered the threshold for entering the Sword Master, but any martial artist with a little qualification can get a glimpse of the scenery of the Sword Master rank. But there are drawbacks to increasing strength too quickly, just like this group of explorers, the foundation is unstable, although the strength has been substantially improved, but they can't even fully control their breath.

"Boy, get out of here! Uncle Ben doesn't have time to play with you here!"

"I don't know what to live or die! How dare you stop our "Black Blade" brotherhood!"

"Get out of here!"

"Miscellaneous!

In the face of the clamor of a group of well-armed high-level explorers, the indifferent swordsman did not respond, and there was not even a trace of fluctuation in his gray eyes, and he raised the white long sword in his hand and put the red spar-like long sword in his other hand into the scabbard.

Seeing this action, the two Sword Masters on the opposite side immediately became angry.

With this thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, you think he can do it to us with a sword?

"Look for death!"

The sword saint holding the black giant sword roared wildly, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, and he rushed towards the indifferent swordsman with a thunderous thunderbolt, his eyes rolled with disdain, a waste who didn't even have basic coercion, how dare he despise his powerful sword saint like this?

"Bell!"

All the clamor was silenced at the moment when the weapons were clashing, and even the proud Sword Saint was confused by this change. How is it possible? A mere piece of garbage actually blocked the "heavy slash" that he had painstakingly cultivated, obviously a waste who didn't even have coercion, and he actually blocked the surprise attack of a sword saint with just one hand, is this world crazy?

"Hunting with the toxins of the next crop, you insult the weapon in your hand!"

The indifferent swordsman spoke for the first time after the war, but the cold voice was like the claws of death, firmly attached to the soul of the sword saint, and his body began to tremble, and he suddenly remembered what the seniors had said when they were talking and laughing in the mercenary union,

"Coercion doesn't actually mean strength, the most powerful martial artists are monsters that can perfectly control the breath, even if you walk in front of them, as long as they want to hide, you can't tell whether the opposite is a titled sword saint or an ordinary person. ”

"You... You... Titled Sword Master?"

As soon as the arrogant Swordmaster's question was spoken, his companion couldn't hold back the uneasiness in his heart, brandished his sword and shield and slammed straight into the indifferent swordsman, and the other brothers, following the Swordmaster, launched an attack on the swordsman.

"Don't!"

As soon as the Sword Master shouted these words, he saw the swordsman who blocked his heavy slash with his one-handed sword, his body shook, and two identical figures flew out of his body, rushing towards the all-out enemy, and his body also reversed the blade of the sword, and from an incredible angle, the white long sword had already kissed his neck before he had time to react.

Mirror !!

"That's... Titled Sword Master, run!"

"Ahh Help!"

The tall sword saint's body fell to the ground weakly, and the power of tortured death, driven by the swordsman who had comprehended the rules of hurricanes and phantoms, poured out from the sword body almost without reservation, destroying the body and soul of the sword saint in an instant, and with the light of his eyes slowly dissipating, he saw the last light, which was his companion, the sword master who was a shield warrior, and the head that rose to the sky.

"We... What kind of enemies have we provoked?"

Just a few minutes later, Lance put the torture sword that was not stained with even a trace of blood into the scabbard, searched for it on the body of the sword master who was still intact, and finally found a small vial of green potion, he pulled out the bottle and sniffed it, and then threw the potion to the seriously injured dragon eagle who was already paralyzed on the ground, watching it swallow the detoxification potion completely, Lance's indifferent face showed a smile.

He raised his head and looked at the sun, which had sunset, and in a flash, he disappeared into a bloody jungle.

Having spent enough time in the Misty Mountains, it's time to find your partner.

A week later, the barren stone plateau, the golden plain, the temple of the ancestors.

The shamans of the Clay Council were dressed in the traditional costumes they wore during the sacrifice, and the three inheritance artifacts were placed around the giant totem, perhaps because they had a premonition of today's specialness, in short, the light on these three-sided inheritance artifacts was far more dazzling and brilliant than usual.

All the strong orcs who have mastered the power of the rules followed behind Magmanda, standing around the totem in unison, chanting prayers in praise of the ancestors loudly, and in other parts of the entire orc empire, the orc civilians who had been notified in advance were also led by the priests, singing the praises of the bravery and strength of their ancestors.

The power of faith that each believer gushes out may not be much, but when the number reaches a certain point, the power of faith that gathers together even forms a white cloud that constantly drifts towards the ancestral temple in the sky of the orc empire.

Elivan and a few people from the old K group stood on the other side, he looked curiously at this quaint totem that was said to have been inherited from the Second Age, this thing was like a round log, but on the surface, it was carved with a variety of complex and mysterious patterns, which looked like the murals in the temple, and the most peculiar thing was that even with Elivan's current spiritual power, whenever he gathered his attention and tried to see the pattern on the totem pole clearly, the originally clear pattern would become blurred.

When he started to get serious, there would be a surge of spiritual power in that totem pole, a huge spiritual power full of fighting intent, mercilessly blocking Elivan's infiltrated spiritual power from the totem pole, probably knowing that Elivan was here to help, so this sharp spiritual power did not fight back.

"The will of the gods of the orcs is probably sleeping in this totem!"

Elevenn turned his head and whispered to Rattle,

"If you want to revive the Asgardian gods, you must also find the sleeping vessel of the will of the Odin gods!"

Rattle nodded, his face serious,

"The will of the great god Odin is actually sleeping in his god body, which is well protected by the Valkyries, but the will of the other great gods is hard to say where it is, which is why I am just letting the barbarians chant the great god Odin now. ”

"Study hard, lest you mess up when you come!"

Roman still can't spit out ivory, but at this solemn time, no one cares about him, the Grand Karcist is holding three different soul stones in his hand, different from ordinary purple stones, the appearance of these three soul stones is dark green, and it looks quite strange. And Lance, who had just returned to the team, didn't say a word, he stood there, his whole will was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the sharp breath even cut a series of curved gaps in the ground.