Every punch is done with all his might, and every punch brings a strong collision of musculoskeletal forces, and it is difficult for even a master of war spirit to last for such a fight.

Fifteen minutes later, Chang Le and Sogelov were both on the ground with their hands on the ground, kneeling in the muddy water to breathe, while still staring at each other fiercely.

There was already a mess within a radius of 100 meters, and the corpses of the Hanhai cavalry and horses that were originally lying horizontally and vertically were all shattered at this moment, and even the bones could not be preserved intact, because the shock wave caused by the clash of war spirits was enough to destroy everything!

Chang Le estimated that he had broken a few bones and his internal organs were bleeding, but he still swallowed back the blood that was surging in his throat and stood up faster than Sogerlov.

Fighting this with the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, Chang Le's demonic physique that healed at any time finally gave him the upper hand.

The blood that flowed from Soglov's mouth, mixed with saliva, stuck to his beard and dangled to his chest.

When he saw Chang Le get up, he laughed hoarsely:

"It seems that I underestimated you!"

After speaking, the "bear king" also stood up with difficulty, and the fierce light in his eyes was great:

"But I'm going to kill you anyway!"

"Whoosh~" A cold arrow flew from behind.

Chang Le reached out and grabbed the feather arrow from the air, preventing it from continuing to fly towards Soglov's throat.

He didn't look back to know who did it, so he just shook his head:

"Miraya, don't interfere!"

"But you're badly wounded!" Miraya cried out eagerly, "you've already won against him!

"He's mine!" Chang Le replied through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha......" Soglov looked at Miraya and laughed, "what a pretty little girl, I really want to break your neck with my own hands, click!

"I'm still worried about your own neck!" Chang Le took a few steps, gathered enough strength, and slammed out.

Soglov also roared, and his mountain-like body jumped up.

"Bang!" the two tattered bodies collided head-on, their fists sinking into each other's chest and abdomen at the same time, and the shock wave spread rapidly again, and the remaining clothes on both sides were all shattered, flying around like butterflies.

Chang Le couldn't restrain himself any longer, and opened his mouth to spew blood, turning into a large red mist in the air.

Soglov's face was distorted, and even though his beard was thick, he could see the twitching of the muscles underneath, but he still laughed hoarsely.

There was an exclamation around them, and dozens of elven warriors gathered with swords.

Chang Le withdrew his fist, opened his five fingers and made a stop gesture, still not allowing others to intervene, and kept his eyes on Sogelov.

"King Bear" laughed for a while, and suddenly muttered:

"Regret!"

Then he began to vomit blood, which was mixed with fragments of internal organs, and then his huge body fell on his back, smashing the ground into mud and water.

"King Bear" died.

This was also the first time that Chang Le had defeated the Peak Battle Spirit in a dignified manner, without relying on any tricks and tricks, and without using any artifact.

So the sense of accomplishment is unprecedented.

But the pain is unprecedented.

Cold sweat flowed from Chang Le's forehead, blood surged from his mouth, such a serious organ trauma, if an ordinary cultivator was not treated, he would die very quickly, that is, his demonic physique could still withstand it.

He didn't use the Phantom Feather Heavenly Dew immediately, although the magic medicine could quickly relieve his injuries, it would also deprive him of a precious opportunity to sharpen his soul.

So he just sat down slowly, relying on his willpower to fight the excruciating pain.

Miraya's anxious call sounded in his ears, and Chang Le was powerless to answer, so he could only raise his hand and wave, indicating that he was fine.

The wound of internal organs is different from the external wound of open skin, although the latter is fierce and can be endured by gritting teeth, the former is an indescribable torture, a kind of "strange pain" that is slightly less intense, and the water flows for a long time, but it is overwhelming.

Chang Le kept sweating coldly, his body trembled, and he resisted the temptation to drink medicine again and again, but finally fell into a trance and finally went into shock.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, only to find that he was not in the muddy water, but lying in Miraya's arms.

Miraya sat on the ground, using her soft thighs and abdomen as a bed, and her arms as pillows, hugging and caring for Chang Le, but she didn't know how to treat it, she could only cry "whining".

Many elven warriors gathered not far away, all of them full of worry.

Chang Le has gained a lot in this battle, and the third star track has been slightly shining, and it can be upgraded as long as there is another similar fierce battle.

Miraya didn't know this, and hugged Changle and cried, like hugging a loved one who had just passed away.

However, when Chang Le opened his eyes, there was a soft cry of relief around him, and Miraya also stopped her grief, wiped a handful of tears, and shouted eagerly:

"Are you okay? Would you like water?"

"I'm fine......" Chang Le took a breath and struggled to get out of the elf princess's arms.

"Don't move! I just grafted you a bone!" Miraya refused to let go, her strength now overwhelming over the badly injured and weakened Chang Le.

Chang Le glanced at it, and he really tied a lot of bandages and smeared elf herbs.

He smiled, twisted his face to avoid the softness on Miraya's chest, felt the Phantom Feather Heavenly Dew and drank it, then took a deep breath and blinked:

"I'm fine, really!"

"Why are you so stupid!" Miraya pursed her lips and tears began to flow again, "There are so many of us, we can shoot him to death with a rain of arrows, you have to fight him alone, aren't you known as scheming? What's wrong today?"

"But it turns out I can win!"

"What did you win?, you're almost dead!" Mira shouted in her eyes, "If you really die......

The little girl's tears were in a string on her cheeks, and she waved her hand to wipe them away, and in an instant new tears were replenished.

Chang Le was shocked in his heart, Miraya was so affectionate to herself?

"Your mother and I ......," he said in a low voice, but was immediately interrupted by Miraya.

"Don't talk about it! I don't care about you and the queen! But as long as you don't marry her, you're not my stepfather! I just like you, and my mother and I compete fairly!"

Although Miraya is young, she dares to love, hate, and express, and is not bound by the ethical dogma of the human world.

And there is no doubt that she is a delicate little beauty, even her white and translucent complexion, as well as the two green halos that appear on her face when she is shy, are becoming more and more pleasing to the eye in Chang Le's opinion, and she has already changed from "strange" to "not interesting".

In terms of appearance and temperament, of course, Miraya can't compare to the peerless queen, but the little princess is also a little far better than her mother, which is one word: "pure"!

According to elf standards, Miraya is still underage, and Changle is the first man she admires, the standard "first love".

In the face of such a pure and beautiful girl, it is difficult for a man not to be moved.

However, no matter what you say, it's too unreasonable to have an entanglement with a mother and daughter at the same time!

Chang Le's head was bigger, and he couldn't reply to Miraya's words, so he had to slowly but resolutely break away from the little princess's arms, pointing to Sogelov's corpse and smiling:

"Let's go search, this guy is General Hanhai, there must be something good on him!"

Children are just so foolish, Miraya heard Chang Le's suggestion, her eyes lit up, and her attention immediately shifted.

Almost at the same moment, in the coalition camp west of the city of Sessnek, the gorgeous door curtain was opened, and the two generals walked into the commander's tent.

King Elliot summoned the liaison officer of the Maritime Cavalry and the Duke of Clifford, who was in charge of intelligence.

"I've been very upset. The king looked tired and his eyebrows tightened, "Mr. Duke, Chang Le really has no signs of action?"

"I assure you!" the Duke was full of confidence, "Changle's main force is still at Fort Stanley, and not a single soldier has been unusually moved!"

Elliott nodded, and turned to the liaison officer:

"Please use teleportation magic in front of me, I'm going to talk to Sogerlov personally. ”

The liaison officer was a little reluctant, but under the stern gaze of King Fisher, he did not dare not cooperate, and finally had to take out a crystal ball with a complex structure.

In the past, he and Sogerov were in private contact, claiming to have used "teleportation magic". Now that it is used in person, the truth is revealed, and the "communication magic" is actually a "communication prop", which will inevitably attract people's covetousness.

Therefore, he also had to repeatedly emphasize that this was a rare item from the Western Continent, which was priceless, and was usually used by the King of Hanhai to communicate with his subordinates.

The meaning of the words is actually to tell Elliot that he must not be interested in making money, if he dares to take the treasure of the Hanhai Kingdom as his own, the King of Hanhai is a war sect and will not sit idly by.

Hearing this, Elliott remained silent, and stretched out his hand with a cold face and did not speak.

The liaison officer hesitated to hand out the crystal ball, and carefully taught Elliott to use it, just use the fighting energy to activate the crystal, and Sogerlov on the opposite side will naturally activate it when he feels the fluctuations.

The two crystal balls can create magical resonances from afar, transmitting sound and images to each other, which is a kind of "point-to-point" long-distance communication.

There are also three gem-like crystals on the surface of the crystal ball, which are image collection devices, and as long as King Fisher brings his face close to the appropriate distance, his facial expression will appear above the opponent's crystal ball, and vice versa.

The king did everything he could, but for a long time there was no response.

Elliot's brow tightened, and his beautiful eyes glanced at the liaison officer, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

The liaison officer hurriedly explained:

"Your Majesty, I didn't lie to you, now that the crystal ball has been activated, just waiting for General Soglov to respond!

At this moment, there was finally a response from the other side, and a phantom appeared above the sphere, but it was not the face of General Soglov that he was expecting, but a mess and the sky was spinning.

Judging by the image, it seems that two people are fighting for the treasure.

There are also two voices, a man and a woman, constantly coming:

"Nasty!

"It's lit up!"

"What is this?"

"Huh, Elliott?"

Elliott's face changed drastically, and he leaned forward suddenly, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair, his eyes fixed on the image above the crystal ball.

A moment later, Chang Le's hippie smiling face appeared, squeezing his eyes at Elliott:

"Hey, your dear majesty, do you have anyone else with you? I'm afraid something is inconvenient to say. ”

Now that Chang Le got the crystal ball, there is no doubt that he still succeeded in ambushing the Hanhai people, and the eight thousand iron horsemen were more auspicious, and General Sogerlov's face was afraid that he would never see it again.

With a "click", Elliot finally crushed the handrail and glared at Duke Clifford through gritted teeth:

"You told me that Changle's main force is still in Fort Stanley! Now that the bait has been eaten, you tell me that the fish hasn't moved yet!"

The Duke was speechless, but he was puzzled.

"Get out!" Elliot roared, his voice as sharp as a woman's.

The generals were already surprised by the king's feminine qualities, and the duke ran out of the tent without saying a word.

The liaison officer stared at the crystal ball, hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but Elliot's murderous gaze made him cold, and he had to leave quickly.

"Are the idlers gone?" Chang Le said with a smile, "Honey, I miss you so much!"

Elliott's face turned red, ashamed and angry:

"Tell you the truth, was the Hanhai cavalry wiped out by you?

Chang Le didn't answer directly, but smiled and leaned forward, and the face in the image continued to enlarge, so big that it was deformed:

"Dear Elliot, as my woman, you don't care about the wounds on my face?"

"If you say something like that again, I'll kill you right away!"

Elliott clenched his fists, eager to strike at the translucent image.

But immediately someone did it for him, and a girl's delicate voice came from the opposite side:

"Why do you have so many women! Who is this Elliott?"

Then, there were two small pink fists, which were pounded on Chang Le's head and shoulders.

Chang Le smiled and dodged and resisted, while looking at Elliott:

"Want to know how I killed the Hanhai cavalry? I'll tell you when we meet!"

"How do you meet?" said Elliot, who was eager to kill right now.

"Two days later, Sesnek, I'll come with my army to visit!Honey, get ready, I'm going to take you a third time!"

"You bastard!"

Elliot flew to the ground, and the crystal ball fell to the ground and rolled wildly, and all images and sounds disappeared in an instant.