"Whirlwind Slash?" Art looked at the berserker professional, a look of surprise on his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, there is a limit to the skills that each professional can awaken, and there are seven natural skills attached to normal professionals, and not all of these seven natal skills can be awakened.

Many god-level professionals have only awakened three or four, but as far as the berserker that Arte saw in front of him, from the mixing of the two skills at the beginning, plus the accumulation of anger, and the current whirlwind slash, the berserker in front of him has already used the natal skills of four berserkers, and this level of awakening is already very strong for professionals.

Just when Art was thinking like this, the Whirlwind Slash had already arrived in front of Art, and Art's brows jumped, but he didn't expect that at the moment when he thought like this, it was too late to react.

However, Art was not worried at all, with an obvious sneer on the corner of his mouth, Art's mind moved slightly, and the entire figure disappeared abruptly.

Although his body didn't have time to react, it was too late for something that could be moved, so in the blink of an eye, Art's figure arrived in the Tower of Babel.

For a professional whose mind cultivation is much stronger than him, Yate categorically does not dare to use this hand, but the professional in front of him is just a pseudo-god-level professional, for Yate, who has accepted the test of God's curse and blood, and his mind has been sharpened and is extremely powerful, the mind of a pseudo-god-level professional can no longer cut off his mind.

Therefore, it can be regarded as handy to do this.

As a result, this berserker's all-out attack failed, and this hit into the air, which suddenly made the berserker's body a little uncontrollable.

The frequent berserkers stopped his steps, and the berserker's face became solemn, and at the same time, his whole face was already flushed with iron.

As a pseudo-god-level professional, he didn't even know how Art disappeared, and he didn't even see the slightest.

This is no wonder, after all, Art is not moving, but the entire body disappears out of thin air, and there is no movement at all, how can it be possible to capture the slightest!

"Bang!" With a slam kick, the berserker suddenly felt a strong force coming from his lower back, and in the next moment, the whole person was kicked out in a fog.

Where he appeared, Arte's figure jumped out suddenly, looking at the figure of the berserker flying out with a sneer, the Tower of Babel can be said to be a golden finger, even if Arte's force value is slightly lower, it is enough to ensure that he is invincible.

The power that the Tower of Babel can store living creatures is too magical, and the magic that can be used can be regarded as very broad.

"I've had enough, now it's time to ask you a little bit of business. Art kicked the berserker four or five meters away, and turned his head to stare at the peak professional of the Holy Rank.

"Do you want to know why I found you to steal the door here, why did my family have a seal on the door of my family that you came to us, and where are the two peak Saint Rank professionals in our family!"

As soon as Art stepped on his feet, a huge coercion immediately pressed towards the peak professional of the Holy Rank in the distance.

However, before the peak professional of the Holy Rank could reply, Art's brow jumped suddenly, and his body involuntarily turned to the right side, and then a plate axe landed where he had flashed sideways before.

"I said I'd had enough, go die. There was a cold meaning on the corner of Art's mouth, and in an instant, the effect of the Heavenly Punishment Ring was triggered, and the spiritual power of Art's whole body was instantly transformed into the spiritual power of the Dragon Blade Guardian, and his entire body became as sharp as a sharp sword.

At the same time, a huge evil qi burst out from Art's thin body, and at this moment, Arte's hair and pupils changed in color, and now Art has entered murderous mode.

"Babel, suppression, amplification!" This is not over yet, Art has already moved his murderous intent at this moment, and the Tower of Babel also flew out, suddenly magnified hundreds of times, and fell directly on the berserker's body.

Originally, the hand of the other berserker who wanted to wield the plate axe immediately stagnated under the huge pressure of the Tower of Babel, and his powerful spiritual power was forced down by four layers.

And another layer of golden light suddenly appeared on the Tower of Babel, and it fell on Yat's body in diameter, which instantly increased Yat's combat power by two percent, and under the instant comparison of this comprehensive combat power, there was immediately a difference of six layers.

And at this moment, Art no longer suppressed his own power, but let all his power burst out, and the gap between the two sides was even more different.

The dagger in Art's hand shone brightly like never before, and Broken Moon jerked towards the berserker.

The speed is extremely fast, no one can see how Yat's hand moves, even this berserker didn't see it clearly, but the moment he felt the hair blowing all over his body, he pulled the plate axe to his chest, each plate axe is half a height, the two plate axes want to block this body is too simple, the plate axe that has hit the extreme can be measured casually to achieve the role of blocking.

Only this time, hiding behind the axe, but did not add the slightest sense of security to this berserker, there was a sneer on the corner of Art's mouth, and this extremely fast knife instantly came to a confrontation with the plate axe.

There was no sound of breaking, no sound, like cutting tofu, the short knife in Art's hand cooperated with his extremely powerful spiritual power, and easily slipped into the board axe, instantly cutting the board axe in half.

The berserker's pupils were wide open, and at the same time, his mouth was open to say something, but he found that he couldn't make the slightest sound, and gradually a trace of blood slowly appeared on his chest, and blood spurted out violently in an instant.

After the moment of squirting, the berserker's pupils also began to dim, and as time passed, the wound became extremely large in less than two seconds, and the inside of the wound could already be seen, even the place where the sternum and the heart inside were connected by a knife in two.

"Bang...."Some of the berserker's burly bodies smashed to the ground, kicking up a puff of dust, and then there was no sound, a generation of pseudo-god-level professionals, who can be regarded as peak-level figures, were buried in the hands of Yate so easily.

"Pseudo-god-level berserkers? Art shook his head, and his gaze fell on the peak Saint Rank professional in front of him again.

At this time, the peak professional of the Holy Rank was already speechless with his mouth wide open. (To be continued.) )