Located to the east of the 10,000-year-old snow-capped mountains, the Stroll Mountains are a natural hazard that isolates the rest of the Arad continent, and on the ridge of this Stru, Bantu warriors are stationed here to prevent outsiders from entering.

I have to say that Spark's ability to enter the Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain was purely an accident, if it weren't for the magic array on Lotus's body, it would be almost impossible for ordinary people to cross the Heavenly Danger Strul Mountain Range and then pass through the ridge stopped by the elite warriors of the Bantu tribe. Thinking of Lotus, Sparker couldn't help but sigh a little, the original leather book was still lying quietly in his bag, and the content in it was more than half of Spark's certainty, but in the content of Lotus's mention of the demon world, Sparker was not sure whether it was the truth or not, but the test he was facing now still did not allow Sparker to bother to think about these anymore. "It's better to wait until you have time to verify it slowly, after all, it's too evil!" Sparky muttered, shaking his head.

Along the way, although Sparker was under the cold storm and snow, but the snow wool leather armor on his body is a rare good thing, at this time, although Spark's face was hurt by the cold wind, but his body was indeed warm and warm, and when he came to the foot of the Stroo Mountains, looking at the endless mountain road, Sparker also had a headache, but since he chose to face the test of the Bantu tribe, Sparker had to climb up the mountain road.

Fortunately, Sparker is also a small accomplished practitioner, and although he was out of breath after climbing up the mountain road, he finally reached his destination. Spark, who came to the ridge, was "warmly welcomed" by the Bantu warriors the moment he was revealed, and there were many others, faintly the frozen breath of the Bantu female warriors who followed the towering wooden fence towards him, which made Spark's headshots run away.

"Sisters, work hard, there are quick-frozen dumplings to eat today!" What made Sparky angry the most was that these Bantu shrews were actually shouting and treating Sparky as quick-frozen dumplings waiting to be put on the pot!

"Grandma's, a bunch of stinky girls dare to bully Lao Tzu!" Sparker finally understood, feeling that before he came, these Bantu warriors stationed here had been ordered by Orka to "entertain" Spark, and seeing that there was no peaceful solution at all, Sparky had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush forward.

Frozen Breath rained down on Sparkk under the combined efforts of no less than thirty Bantu female warriors, but fortunately, Spark's proudest thing was his dodging ability, using erratic movement and fast and slow forward methods, Sparky finally came to the wooden fence safely, "Hey!" With a low roar, Sparky gathered his blood energy and mental energy under his feet and jumped up with a force, and it wasn't until Spark's appearance that the Bantu female warriors were stunned, wondering if this outsider had practiced pole vaulting or something before? Why didn't such a high fence actually play the slightest role?

Seeing these Bantu female warriors stunned, Sparker naturally wouldn't be polite, after all, he was not a little angry just now, and now he finally found an opportunity to take revenge, jumped into the Bantu female warriors at the moment, and stood upside down the moment he landed, supporting the ground with both hands, and stretching his feet on both sides, driving his body to rotate, and shouting at the same time: "Look at the move, roaming technique: roundabout kick!" I saw that Spark's feet seemed to suddenly appear two red rays, and it was directly a gorgeous roundabout kick, and the Bantu female warriors who were recruited fell to the ground one after another, while the other Bantu female warriors had no fear at all, since the long-distance frozen breath did not work, these old ladies suddenly turned into shrews and rushed over, scratching and kicking at Spark.

"Oh, I'll go, what kind of test are you, it's just for me to fight with a group of losers!" Sparker dodged his claws, and couldn't help scolding in his heart, but now is not the time to complain, although Sparker is a "decent gentleman", he still won't stay behind for people who want to hurt him, even if she is a woman, in the eyes of Sparker in battle, she is just a fierce pseudo-girl.

Because the distance between him and the other party was too close after landing, Sparker didn't have the intention of moving the Colt automatic pistol on his waist, and simply used the blood energy that had become more and more proficient recently to counterattack with physical skills.

Looking at this group of Bantu female warriors who could only lie on the ground sulking and panting after their fists and kicks, Sparky buckled his nose and said, "Hey, what do you say you are panting for? I am waiting for my brother and I to correct you all on the spot? I don't know how to look in the mirror and put on makeup, I don't like shrews!" and smeared it lightly on the ground, Sparker swaggered and continued to walk towards the ridge.

But he didn't take two steps, and with countless shouts, he saw about thirty more Bantu male warriors blocking in front of Spark.

"Hey, why did your husband come to avenge you?" Sparker said back, but these Bantu male warriors didn't care about your ridicule, and they all attacked Spark, and they came to Spark's face with a heavy punch.

"I rub it, you don't know if you don't hit people in the face, do you understand the rules?" Sparker moved sideways to avoid the heavy punch and scolded, but then Sparker didn't bother to scold if he wanted to, thinking that he found that these thirty or so Bantu warriors were all masters who beat people and slapped people in the face.

In the face of such an unruly opponent, Sparker naturally will not be soft, from the few dodges just now, it was observed that although these Bantu male warriors have amazing punch power, they do not have the agility of those female warriors to reach out, so the corner of Spark's mouth showed a wicked smile, and then he stepped back a few meters to take out the Colt automatic pistol on his waist, raised his arms flat and aimed at the front and shouted: "Look at the move: roaming Aoyigai: mobile shooting!" Although the power of the Colt automatic pistol is indeed very small, but it is a simple measurement of the power of its ordinary shots, and the Sparker is very different today, wrapped in blood energy and mental energy, the bullet also flashes a red light, shooting forward. Another point of the automatic pistol is that the shooting speed is fast and the number of bullets is large, Spark's round of mobile shooting is called a cool, after all, the number of bullets is large, the longer the mobile shooting can be done, and those Bantu male warriors who are shot in the bullet are also considered to be strong, although the bullets with blood energy and mental energy are shot on the body, although they scream again and again, but there is no effect of a big hole like a shot before.

But I can't kill you with one shot, and I can't shoot you with two shots?" With this in mind, Spark's speed of pulling the trigger became faster and faster, and after a while, the two magazines ran out. And Sparker nodded with satisfaction after retracting the Colt-automatic pistol, only to see that the Bantu male warrior who was still outnumbered just now was already lying down and falling, where was the momentum just now.

"Hey, you guys return home here and wife, I still have to look up!" Seeing that there was no enemy here, Sparker was sure that the first line of defense on this ridge was completely broken by him, although the process seemed very simple, and Sparker was also frequently gagging, but at this time Spark's heart was very dignified, after all, the first line of defense on this ridge has such a strong fight, so what kind of difficult battle will it be to go up? Thinking of this, Spark's face sank, and his hands swung at the sides of his waist at all times, ready to draw his gun and fight back in the face of a sneak attack