Majelov slashed down with his sword in one hand, and punched out with the other.

Balapur repeated his old technique and slapped his palm on the body of the giant sword, as expected, he slapped the giant sword off, and the other hand also clenched his fist and hammered at the opponent, just colliding with the opponent's hammered fist. After the muffled sound, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time.

Majelov kept shaking his hands with a serious expression.

Balapul twisted his wrist and attacked with a sinister grin.

Marjelov didn't flinch, and a small jump slash was smashed into the air. Balapur didn't hit the sword this time, he just turned over and dodged, his hands interlocked, and with a loud shout, he smashed towards his opponent who had not yet landed.

Balapul's slam slammed into Majelov's waist with a muffled sound. Majelov was knocked into the air again, and at the same time spilled blood along the way. Blood poured out of his mouth as he tumbled to the ground, and it was clear that the broken ribs must have punctured his internal organs.

Balapur, not knowing which tribe's heritage, shouted triumphantly in an unfamiliar syllable, then squinted at another strong white man with a two-horned helmet, and hooked his index finger.

The strong man didn't care about the provocation, and even smiled slightly, and stretched out his thumb to point at his companion who had fallen to the ground.

Majelov would have been incapacitated by the blow he had suffered, but he staggered to his feet, still holding his greatsword in his hand.

Hao Fei felt a little strange, but he was a little far away and couldn't feel it in detail.

Balapur's expression was also visibly surprised, and he froze for a few seconds before he roared again and crashed into his opponent.

Majelov held his sword in both hands, and when the opponent collided with him, he swung his sword and swept violently.

With a mocking look on his face, Balapur's palm glowing earthy, and he slapped the blade again.

The dark blade of the sword suddenly flashed with purple lightning, and the blade also changed direction with the rotation of the wrist holding the sword.

Balapur's mocking expression instantly turned into horror, and the lightning pierced through his earthy strength, paralyzing his arm, and the greatsword roared at this time, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The greatsword swept through with a blinding purple light unhindered, and the brown man Balapur was first cut off his arm, and then cut off by his waist. After the body was cut, the pressure in the body was released, and blood and internal organs gushed out, shot into the air and fell again, staining a large area red.

Balapul's tenacious vitality did not make him turn into white light immediately, the intense pain had distorted his face, he couldn't stop howling miserably, his thick arms waving and scratching indiscriminately, dragging half of his body around, it lasted for more than a minute, before turning into white light and disappearing.

Majelov watched coldly with the giant sword until his opponent disappeared, then he stretched out an arm and raised his fist high, while shouting: "Next!" ”

For ten minutes, no one came out again. Majelov laughed, picked up his opponent's dagger, and turned to eat the roast he had roasted.

Hao Fei could clearly see that as he ate, the injuries on his body were slowly recovering.

"Berserker's abilities!" Frank didn't know when he came to Hao Fei's side and said softly.

Hao Fei looked at the grass clippings and dirt all over his body, frowned and said, "You should hide it well!" ”

Frank glared and said, "Can I hide such a terrible howl!" ”

Now that he had come out, Hao Fei was no longer bothered with this question, and he asked softly, "What is the ability of the berserker?" ”

"Berserker is a very rare combat class, the increase in the attributes of the upgrade is not only high but also average, the heavier the injury, the higher the strength, but the duration is not too long. This man also has the ability to use food to recover from injuries, and is definitely a top-ranked expert in their country. ”

"Oh?" Hao Fei's target was the top ranked master, and when he heard this, he looked at the strong man again.

"Others are not stupid, he was just injured so badly, his strength must have risen very much, who will challenge it now. In another ten minutes, after his strength drops, there will definitely be someone who will pass. Frank pulled out a handful of wild berries that he had collected from nowhere, put them in his mouth and chewed them carefully.

Hao Fei snatched two and put them in his mouth, and the extremely sour juice gushed out, stimulating his mouth and refreshing him at the same time.

"Let's go, there are a lot of masters here, it's not a place for us to stay." After a few more minutes, Frank pulled Hao Fei and motioned for him to leave.

Hao Fei smiled and said, "I think it's very good here, with these two masters, others won't act rashly, but we are safe." ”

Frank stared at Hao Fei strangely and said, "Are you very powerful?" It's not like ah, with your head and body, even I can't compare. I know that your Huaxia kung fu is very powerful, but in the face of real strength and speed, hehe! ”

"I don't agree with what you say!" Hao Fei sat up straight and was about to speak, when the voice of the challenger came from below.

"Juan. Ignao. ”

This time there were three people who came out, and they were also of different races, and the first to speak was a brown-haired white man with a well-rounded figure, and what was more conspicuous was the faint light of fire between his hands. Behind him are two East Asian races, and it is very easy to identify the occupation, one is a huge fat man, covered in fat, at least six or seven hundred pounds by visual inspection, wearing only a pair of crotch pants, a strip of white cloth tied on his forehead, and a red dot in the middle, typical Japanese sumo wrestlers. The other is a Muay Thai fighter with an ape back and strips of cloth tied around his head and arms, his eyes closed, his whole body swinging rhythmically, as if he is doing a mysterious dance.

Majelov took a big gulp of water, his injuries were almost healed, and of course his improved attributes should also be weakened.

"Come on, you can go to war at any time!" The giant sword was pointed directly at the opponent, and the wide sword body did not tremble in the slightest.

The Argentine Juan smiled slightly, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he raised his hand and shot out a fireball.

Majelov's greatsword swung out, scattered the fireball with a thud, and began to advance. Juan pushed with both hands on his left and right, and the fire bomb technique continued to shoot out, while Majelov's greatsword emitted a faint purple light, horizontal in front of him, protecting the vital point, and continued to advance against the fire.

Juan smiled, his body actually rose slowly, his right hand continued to fire high-speed fire bombs, his left hand raised above his head, and a blazing fireball slowly took shape, getting bigger and bigger.

"Majelov!" The strong man in the two-horned helmet, who was originally sitting on the side, also sensed the power of the big fireball, and hurriedly reminded him.

The hot fireball Magerov also noticed, but the opponent lured him closer, and it was definitely too late to dodge at such a short distance, so he could only let go. He let out a loud shout, jumped high and swept through the air, and the purple thunder on the giant sword burst out, actually extending more than three meters, and a thick arc of electricity crossed with the sword body.

Juan didn't expect the other party to have this hand, and the expression on his face froze. He had a fireball in one hand and a large fireball in the other, and he couldn't use any other means. The arrow had to be fired, and the big fireball was smashed down by Juan fiercely, but the opponent's thunder and lightning were faster, and they slashed at him first, and neither of them dodged, and ate the full power of the opponent's move.