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Two huge offensives collided together, causing a strong tremor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The catharsis of the power of the info was even traumatized by the ground beneath his feet, and a circular collapse of a large diameter appeared on the ground under the force of the impact, centered on the warring Salion and Bakers. The knight and berserker were knocked out by the sheer force of each other almost simultaneously. The knight knelt on one knee with his sword in front of him, maintaining a fixed position, and slid several meters behind. The Berserker staggered back a few steps, and finally lost gravity and rolled backwards a few times.

The battled Bex scrambled to his feet, shaking his head twice and shaking off the dust from his hair. He looked at the broken two-handed sword in his hand, tossed the broken hilt, and began to look around for a new weapon. The survivors of the mercenary group, who had already fled far away, were extremely surprised, they had seen the horror and power of the berserker, but they did not expect that now Ju would start to use his thoughts to guide his actions. After picking two two-handed swords with less wear, the Berserker held one in one and let out an angry roar at his enemies again.

The knight with a black aura can no longer be called "paladin". The dark power that only the Black Knights of the Imperial Front worship is already clear at a glance, and perhaps the title of "Black Knight" is more suitable for the current Sarion. The black qi condensed on the blade of the sword protected the sword body well, and there was not a trace left in such a fierce confrontation. Sarion stood up and smiled wickedly at the Berserker, seemingly satisfied with his opponent's seriousness.

"Unexpectedly, while he had a glimpse of the mystery of the Holy Light, he would also use opposing dark forces. Although the two are fundamentally different and cannot exist at the same time, their skills in combat are similar, that is, to increase their attacks and increase their defenses. If this knight had been able to use the light as correctly as he had used the power of darkness from the beginning, I would not have even been qualified to stand in front of him!" The mercenary mage, who was hiding behind the stone mill in the distance, was a little scared at the thought.

A new round of battle began, and the berserker leapt to his feet, slashing down both two-handed swords at the same time. The black knight raised his sword over his head, holding the hilt of his sword in his right hand and the blade of his sword in his left hand, and did not shy away from receiving the blow. The strong force caused his originally straight elbow joint to bend suddenly, and Salion took advantage of the momentum to push, breaking free of the two two-handed swords that suppressed him, and then he seized the gap between the gaps, and the half-sword of his hand that shone with black light slashed twice on the berserker's body, leaving a cross-shaped wound. However, Bex's muscles and bones possessed by the soul of Sabak are extremely hard, and he does not lose a single cent in the face of attacks carrying dark power, and the wound is just a skin open.

The berserker completely ignored the bloody chest, and opened his bow with both his left and right hands, slashing at the black knight in front of him. Even if he wields the huge and heavy two-handed sword with one hand, he still wields it with ease, and his super-fast speed catches the newly acquired enemies off guard. The Black Knight parried the sword in his left hand, but he didn't have time to resist his right hand that was slashed at the same time, and his left shoulder and collarbone were slashed by the Berserker. The black qi around him really had the effect of strengthening the defense, and the berserker's furious blow did not have the slightest effect on the black knight's actions.

The Battle of the White Blades is once again underway, with Berserkers having the upper hand in speed and the Black Knight having the better skill in terms of skill. This wave of confrontation, the degree of excitement and brutality has greatly refreshed people's attention. After a few rounds of contact, many large and small scars appeared on both of them, and blood continued to flow from their bodies to their feet, but the Berserker and the Black Knight, who did not know what death and fear were, were only obsessed with inflicting damage on each other, and did not care about their own trauma at all, as if their bodies were not their own.

Seeing this, Feather Wing almost screamed out loud, but years of Windranger experience still made her continue to remain silent. Although the female elf's heart was already suspended, she still understood that no matter what she did at this moment, it would be useless.

"Oh my God, what kind of battle is this!" Morgan was about to climb onto the trunk of the tree, completely stunned to see it all.

"Boss, boss, let's go quickly, the money is gone, those two people are simply devils, it will be dangerous to stay." The skinny adventurer shivered in the distance of the battle.

"It's okay, it's okay, to be able to watch this very human battle, when I go back, I will be majestic. Look, don't those mercenaries also risk their lives to stay and watch?" said the Great Han Adventurer, pointing to the survivors of the mercenary group who were much closer than them.

After a dizzying duel, the Black Knight saw his chance and stabbed the Berserker's heart with precision with his half-sword. In the case of a normal attack, this deadly piercing is not enough to kill the Berserker instantly, and the Berserker driven by the Angry Elves will cut off the opponent's head before he can draw his blade. But the Black Knight's attack was extremely powerful with dark power, and the black qi on the blade made the berserker's excited body instantly dull, and the two-handed sword in his left hand had fallen to the ground. All the viewers were thrilled, did it mean that the Black Knight had won? If Bex's ordinary berserker were an ordinary berserker, the dark power that spread along his heart to all the meridians and veins of his body would completely stop all his actions. But after all, he was not driven by the berserk elves, but possessed by the spirit of Zabak. I saw that the berserker, although his strength was rapidly draining, still tried his best, firmly grasped the black knight's hands with his left hand, and then used the last trace of strength to insert the two-handed sword on his right hand deep into the black knight's chest.

Time froze in this moment, and both the Black Knight Sarion and the Berserker Bex remained motionless in their last positions. No one expected this to happen, and all viewers were dumbfounded. The only exception was the female elf wings, who covered her mouth with her hands, but she still couldn't hide the whimpering, the tears had burst the embankment, and the unbearable sorrow made her cry, "Saarion!", and the female elf lowered her head and cried!

After a few moments, the people finally came to their senses.

"This... This.... The mercenary magician wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a moment, and after a slight pause, he shook his head and muttered, "It's worth watching such a battle." I've been fighting for many years, and I've never been so shocked!"

"Yes, they all have incredible power, like falling stars, which once lit up the night sky. The pastor beside him also said with emotion.

"Boss, boss, I can't believe what I'm looking for!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm the same, my mind is still on the time of their fierce battle!" the Boss stood up from the shelter and turned around with a little sadness, only to find a group of men dressed as knights standing behind them.

"What's going on up ahead?" asked the knight at the head, who was none other than Hodoch, the Grand Knight of the National Capital.

"You're late, there was a once-in-a-century battle here, but unfortunately it's over now!" the boss was still a little depressed.

"Have you seen a paladin?" asked Dirome eagerly.

"Well, yes, it's a paladin, not only that, but I also see the Black Knight, the Berserker, the Holy Light, the Darkness, the Rampage, the Bloody, the Miserable!" the Boss's incoherent words confused the new knights.

Dirome hurried forward and looked at the place where the village had been fighting. Blood had stained the entire clearing, and there were broken corpses everywhere, especially in the pool of blood, the two people who maintained their posture at the time of death were particularly eye-catching. Dirome fixed his eyes, and instantly his face became embarrassed: "Saarion!"

Morgan was still standing on the trunk of the tree, looking at the weeping elf, and wanted to say something comforting, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to speak, so he had to bow his head and sigh.

Feather Wing lifted his head, a sad look spread over his face, perhaps wishing that everything he saw was an illusion, and wiped his eyes blurred by tears. But the scene that came into her eyes shocked her. The spirit of Zabak, which only the elves could see, was no longer on the warrior's back, but was shaking with his feet on top of the host's head. On the other side, Sarion's "corpse" is even more bizarre, the "corpse" is sucking blood, and with the help of the elf's innate good eyesight, the wings can clearly see that the blood on the ground is gathering under Sarion's body, and gradually starting to flow from the heel into the pierced ribcage.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]