"What ......"

At this point, the indigenous great shaman still hasn't figured out what is going on...... Obviously he is a wave singer, but he bursts out with a high speed that is impossible for any first-level wave singer, and in addition, his body is also extremely hard, and his strength is even more incredible.

This kind of super-spec power can't be possessed by the first energy level at all! Even if Grant was driving the Aether Armament bombardment, but if he knew that he was facing Grant's old opponent, how could he not make all the preparations in advance and wait for work, but now he crossed a long distance like this, wasting a huge amount of physical strength to intercept?

Mistaken - the opponent he has to face is a real genius......

Or a monster that can't be evaluated by common sense.

I thought so, but the great shaman knew that he hadn't lost yet...... The crocodile hasn't lost yet.

At this moment, Ian was already wrapped in a terrifying impact that made him feel like his body was broken, and it slammed straight into the center of the crocodile's head.

As he had predicted, the crocodile's flesh was too hard for ordinary people, but it was a good cushion for the Sand Armor Apprentice - when he blasted the flesh on top of the crocodile dragon's head into a huge bloody hole that sent the minced flesh scattered, he even felt that he only needed to go one step further to rush directly into the crocodile dragon's brain and completely destroy the beast's thinking center.

Since there is still one step left, then go ahead and do it.

Re-grasping the heavy abyss iron sword from the disintegrating flesh, Ian held the sword with his backhand, and was about to insert it into the gap above the crocodile dragon's head, and hit the opponent's brain with essentia.

But it weighed as much as a sword, but it was tightly clamped by a mass of flesh and blood.

The flesh had a vague humanoid form, but it was terrifying, a monstrous mass of muscles, scales, veins, and nerves, and a thick arm with a purple and orange fluid flowing rapidly and with majestic power.

The two sides looked at each other - if this is also called eye contact, then both Ian and the other party understand one thing.

This is the final part of the battle.

In the back of the crocodile, which is constantly struggling and tumbling, the flesh and blood humanoid and Ian are about to fight to the death for the last time.

The sword in his hand was clamped, and the attack was blocked for a while, and the flesh and blood of the crocodile dragon around him swept like tentacles, wanting to capture the boy.

But Ian seemed to have expected it.

Fighting in the water doesn't feel like you need a fulcrum on land, with Fairy Wings there are fulcrums everywhere - he immediately jumped to his feet, then harnessed Fairy Wings to advance, flying up and kicking at the hilt of his sword.

A burst of strength far greater than the arm caused the flesh-and-flesh humanoid to loosen the arm holding the sword, and the sword stabbed into its chest.

And at this moment, Ian did a somersault in the water, and the dexterous water jet adjusted the force, but he did not get too far away because of the previous reaction force, but stayed in place, and once again held the long sword in his forehand.

He pulled out the heavy abyss iron sword, brought up a handful of orange-red blood flowers, and then slashed backhand, smashing several flesh tentacles that wanted to get close to him.

This was a last resort, because the tentacles were almost wrapped around the boy's ankles...... And taking advantage of this gap, the battered flesh and blood humanoid body was full of essentia, and layers of light yellow essentia lines visible to the naked eye passed from the crocodile's body, and finally converged on its body, and the rich light even condensed into a layer of physical light shield around its body.

The surrounding sea sand gathered and covered the humanoid body, and it clenched its right fist, and its sharp stone claws strengthened by earth-derived materials to almost alloy were clawed straight towards the young man's heart.

The moment this blow was blasted, even the sea water was slashed, and the high-speed water visible to the naked eye swept in all directions, and the rapid turbulence and whirlpool were formed by the force of this blow, vowing to completely tear apart the target in front of him, turning it into a blur of flesh and blood.

But Ian didn't dodge.

Boom! The flesh-and-blood humanoid was visibly stunned by the dull crash of the claw, which he felt was enough to slam the reef-piercing claw into a thick, solid alloy plate, and the force of the shock even caused its body to float backwards and become unstable.

The other party is also an earth lineage...... It's an earth-based guardian inheritance that is even higher than the crocodile dragon it controls!

But isn't he his* water heritage?! How can it turn into dirt when you fight?!

At this moment, the flesh and blood humanoid wanted to curse no matter how faint it was, but this was not the end, it was shocked to realize that its attack not only did not penetrate the opponent's flesh and blood, but even the opponent's shirt did not crumble.

Ian spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's blow was not fully successful, the moment when the empty door was wide open due to the backshock, the young man held the sword in both hands and held it high above his head.

The core of the ancient dragon's heart, the self-origin seed, the heart of the fertile soil, and all the sublimation organs that can stimulate essentia and power are all operating violently, conveying power far beyond the first energy level waiting to erupt.

At this moment, he wants to wield the most powerful, the most powerful, and the most empty move of all the swordsmanship.

It is also a technique that can be called 'execution'.

Airplanes!

There was no howling wind or sonic vibrations in the water, only the low hum of the water could be heard, bringing up a sword that flashed like a meteor in the deep sea.

The sword light flashed, like a flying star breaking through the sky.

The flesh-and-blood humanoid still wanted to struggle, but under the sword that even the current of the deep sea was torn apart and turned into steam, its entire body was split by a sword.

Then, split into two sections.

After that, the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves that made up the flesh and blood humanoid were all paralyzed, and the flesh tentacles were no longer active - the six pupils of the crocodile, which had been constantly struggling, were all white, and it was clear that the brain was not damaged, but it seemed to have suffered an unbearable huge impact.

"It seems that it is the embodiment of the great shaman in the body of the totem - to kill it is equivalent to temporarily killing the soul of this giant beast."

Although the massive body of the Totem Lord will soon recondense into a new soul and mind core that is murderous and savage, primitive and unintelligent...... But Ian won't give him that chance anymore.

Exhaled—or rather, a stream of water, and Ian's eyes lit up with a silvery cyan glow.

As the purple mist churned, he saw the crocodile dragon at its most vulnerable, and the last area where the cyan mist was thickened.

The area just below him.

The boy held the sword in his backhand, then aimed hard and inserted it!

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and Ian fell into the crocodile's brain.

Outside, the crocodile twitched violently.

Tens of seconds later, when Ian reappeared outside, he held a large mass of brain crystals in his hands.

The pale golden brain crystals take on a regular icosahedron, and a purple and blue mist of light lingers around it.

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