Ernest roared wildly, wielding his greatsword with both hands to parry Ilu's slash.

Yilu's strength was already superior to Ernest, plus he was in full swing, and his volley slash had an overwhelming advantage. Ernest was half-kneeling at the axe, his arms numb.

Lin didn't need to look at it to guess the outcome of this battle, and even if Ernest didn't have a major loss of vitality, he couldn't compete with the swift orc Ilu, who should have the strength of a true spirit.

"I'm so disappointed, I thought you could be stronger, but now it seems that you don't deserve thirty-five points of honor," Ilu slashed at Ernest's greatsword, watching the latter stagger backwards, and said disdainfully, "It's better to end this boring game as soon as possible." ”

"Axe of Slaughter!"

The momentum on Yilu's body was extremely strong, and the giant axe in his hand slowly lifted off his hand and levitated, but did not fall to the ground, like an invisible ribbon connecting his hand and the giant axe.

"It's ...... Sing the sword!" Ernest was horrified.

Among the swordsmen of the Kingdom of God, there is such a school that does not confine themselves to holding weapons in their hands, but communicates with the spirit of the weapon, so that the weapon is out of their hands, and they become individuals who read and fight. The swordsman controls the attacks and parries of his weapons through his mind, a technique also known as the "art of the sword", a name derived from the eulogy of a bard:

"The sword flew wildly, as if it were bleeding into poetry. ”

The art of swordsmanship can make the battle picturesque, and there is a deadly killing machine hidden in the poignant, which is much more superb than ordinary swordsmanship. What Ernest couldn't understand was that a burly and heroic orc like Ilu could comprehend such aristocratic sword skills as the art of swordsmanship.

Lin received the prompt.

The user of [Sword Chanting] uses psionic energy to control long-range weapons, making it more difficult for enemies to parry, dodge, and block attacks, greatly increasing piercing strength, armor piercing +5, and increasing weapon damage by 120%.

This is a powerful skill, but it requires the user to maintain psionic energy for a long time. It is conceivable that the spiritual energy consumed by this powerful skill will not be less.

Now Ilu uses the art of the sword to harness his giant axe, and he has turned this elegant sword technique into the "art of the axe", which is quite helpless. However, this does not underestimate the strength of Yilu.

"The Axe of Slaughter - Collapse Mountain!"

Iru's fingers flipped suddenly, and the giant axe swirled high, spinning at high speed in mid-air, like a wheel of death, flying towards Ernest on the ground.

Ernest raised his greatsword to block, but the flying blade ghostly passed through the position of the greatsword block, only the hilt of the axe gently tapped the end of his greatsword with a muffled sound. The blade of the axe, glowing with cold light, was deeply imprinted on Ernest's chest, and blood flowed profusely.

The psychics exclaimed.

A sinister smile appeared on Yilu's face, and with a lift of his fingers, the huge axe flew out with a "clang", and flew into the air at high speed again, brewing the next wave of attacks.

"Axe of Slaughter - Ground Splitting!"

Following Yilu's guidance, the spinning axe shot wildly against the ground, turning a strong cyclone, rolling up the gravel and grass clippings on the ground high, and then falling down.

Ernest's greatsword slammed into the ground, his knees half-knees, his hands clenched on the hilt. He was going to block the slash on the ground.

With a "buzz", the giant sword was knocked high and plunged into the top of the second layer of the rock wall, and a few pieces of gravel and dirt fell in a row.

At the same time, the giant axe left another bloody wound on Ernest's thigh, about four fingers long, which was shocking.

Now the situation is at the end of the road for Ernest, his weapons have been knocked off, one leg is almost useless, and he has lost the ability to stand up.

"I didn't even survive my two moves, I really overestimated you," Ilu snapped his fingers, retracting the giant axe that was spinning and flying in mid-air, and put it back on his shoulder, "This battle is really boring. Go to hell. ”

Ilu walked slowly to Ernest's side, ready to cut off his head as his first feat.

"Chirp", a strange sound.

Elise looked sideways alertly, "What's going on?"

The movement was the location of those psychic, and those psychics saw that there was no hope of getting out, so they started to fight hard. One of the psychics was the first to strike, releasing the phantom he had engraved - a vampire!

This vampire, among the blood clan with many masters, is obviously not a strong man, and he doesn't even have a title. However, the psychic did not bet his hope on the vampire, he mainly confused the situation in the field, and directly let the vampire turn into a bat form, and the swarms of vampire bats glowed red, and pounced on the swift orc tribe in groups!

[Bat Avatar]: A vampire natal skill that turns into a swarm of bloodthirsty bats to bite enemies. During the incarnation, the vampire has no vital points, and has a 33% chance to dodge single physical attacks and magic attacks, but will take an additional 33% damage when encountering physical damage and magic damage in the area. Each death of a vampire bat will cause the vampire to weaken after reuniting, and if the bat is completely destroyed, the vampire will die automatically and cannot be resurrected.

The other level 9 psychic was not an ordinary person, one summoned a two-headed centipede, four or five meters long, and several people sat on the centipede's body, trying to escape. This centipede is obviously a master of melee, hundreds of claws carrying venom, crawling across the ground, and the wet ground is emitting a faint white smoke, which is disgusting. Another psychic summoned a ferocious animal and roared to break the trail, hoping to delay for a while.

Elise saw the large vampire bat, her face turned pale, she raised her eyebrows, and waved her staff: "Foolish ants, under the wrath of the great Geush, turn to ashes!"

[Withered Death]: The caster summons destructive energy to create a withered graveyard within the designated area (8*8), and all living creatures within the skill range will first take moderate magic damage, and in the next minute, they will also take light continuous magic damage. Enemies in the area will be mildly blinded and slowed.

The group of vampire bats deserved to be unlucky, and they were directly hit by this cloud of negative destructive energy, and the power of death and withering unfolded, forming a circular dark energy field, and one by one the bats exploded into a blood mist in a painful hiss.

"Damn it, my vampire!" one psychic screamed in pain in real-world language. This bloodline is a powerful phantom that this psychic master has not been easy to capture, and he has rarely encountered danger as he has been honed in the Origin Realm - when the vampire's health drops below the warning line, he will cast [Bat Avatar] to draw blood, and now he has met a swift orc mage who is good at area spells, which is really bad luck.

If the vampire fights with his real body, he can still support it for a while, and now he has turned into a swarm of bats, but he has been killed by a range surname skill, and it has to be said that in the battle of the life spirit, the role of tactics is very important.

"I hate guys who bother me to kill people, I hate guys who don't do anything. Illulin snorted, and instead of bothering Ernest on the side, he threw the great axe from afar.

"Axe of Slaughter - Rack the Sea!" the giant axe roared wildly, bringing up rolling waves, like a tumbling tide, and the strong air pressure blew the swift orcs along the way unable to open their eyes.

When the swift beasts opened their eyes, they found that the two-headed centipede had been split in two by this sharp axe, and it was rolling violently on the ground in pain, and even its arthropods were curled up in pain.

"Kill them all!" After abolishing the souls of several psychics who had fled for their lives, Ilu Tie ordered with a blushing face.

All the swift orcs rushed towards the psychics with a roar as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. The oracle of the orc god Gułsh clearly states that every surface man who sneaks into the underworld deserves to die, and the more you kill, the more you will be able to accept the great god of sleep!

At this moment, a rumbling sound came, and Yilu's face changed slightly, and he looked at Elise: "What's the matter, there seems to be a noise over there." ”

Elise also heard it, and she said with a solemn face, "Maybe I'm thinking too much...... It's like the sound of a landslide!"

Every year, there are large and small landslides in the underworld, because the glow-in-the-dark canyon is squeezed by a lot of underground forces, like squeezing a blanket from both sides, some places will uplift, and some places will collapse. The seven-story structure of the glow-in-the-dark canyon, which resembles seven blankets, is often subject to small-scale landslides and ground elevation events.

"All clansmen, retreat to Theon!" Iru yelled at the swift orcs.

A gloomy sneer sounded, as sad as a ghost crying: "No, little Yilu, little Elise...... All of you swift orcs...... Death to you, here!"

The visitor spoke orc language, but both Elise and Ilu could hear it clearly.

Elise sneered: "It's the one who hides his head and tail, it's the teeth, right? This small underground landslide should be your masterpiece, right? Dare to challenge our Swift Orc tribe, you gnolls seem to be about to exterminate the clan!"

The one who came was none other than the king of the gnolls, the old man. Although the old gnolls are no longer as brave and strong as they were young, they have gradually learned to calculate as their teeth grow older.

He sneered, and said in fluent spiritual script, "Extermination? Little Elise, your reliance is nothing more than your brave father. ”

Elise snorted: "So what, my father has always been the first powerhouse of the second layer of the Luminous Canyon! Anyone who wants to challenge the majesty of the swift beastmen must bear the wrath of the first warrior of the second layer of the Luminous Canyon!"

Iru grunted dissatisfiedly beside him, as if to say that he was the strongest.

"It's a pity that your father has died at the hands of a group of outsiders, and his head is still in the bag of a black-clothed outsider." ”