With a roar, Zahir's scimitar had already slashed in front of him, and if Nick parried, Linton behind him would pierce the back of his heart; If you dodge, the sand warriors rushing in front of you have already blocked the way. In the distance, a large group of men and horses were charging, and it seemed that Nick was certain to die.

Nick shook the saber in his hand with a sad face: "A few years have passed, and I am still playing the tactic of 'triple encirclement', which is really embarrassing." ”

As he spoke, he shouted: "Liuli Slash!" ”

Zahir and Linton both knew that Nick's "glass slash" was very domineering, and hurriedly closed up the defense. But I didn't expect that this sword didn't cut at them, nor did it cut at those samurai.

The knife slashed firmly into the ground.

"Is this guy crazy?" A question crossed Zahir's mind.

Her questions were answered quickly.

With a loud bang, the mud and sand that rose into the sky were like a tsunami landslide, and they smashed down on the Wild Sand Samurai.

Zahir subconsciously swung a knife, but felt the impact of the intersecting weapons, and her scimitar actually flew out of her hand!

Nick's saber was fast and ruthless, and with a single move, he shook off Zahir's scimitar and turned forward to strike three slashes.

Before the samurai who rushed out from behind the dunes could react, their heads were already flying in the air. This terrible situation frightened the other samurai to slow down for a moment, and began to reconsider which was the outside of their bodies, their heads and their salaries.

In the sand, Zahir stabbed again with her eyes closed, this time feeling the blade stab into her flesh. But when the dust settled, she opened her eyes again, but she was stunned: it was just another sand warrior who had ambushed her with her.

Linton's soul technique hurriedly struck, but Nick's figure was hidden among the many Wild Sand Warriors, and he couldn't target him at all, but killed many Wild Sand Warriors by mistake.

"Kill! Kill it! Benson led the cavalry at a rapid charge. But as soon as he was halfway there, Finks flew forward and threw him off the alpaca with a knee strike!

Before Benson could understand what was happening, he felt several ropes tied around his neck. He struggled to get to his feet, only to find several tripwires suddenly appear in the sand. A section of these ropes happened to be fastened to Benson's neck.

The alpacas tripped and fell, the cavalry fell off their horses, and the screams of those who fell to death and trampled to death were heard incessantly. And Benson's neck was instantly tightened by these ropes and strangled to death.

Finks slashed several cavalrymen with a swing of his sword, and snatched a short spear and stabbed Benson in the jaw: "You can die, but don't lie down." ”

Seeing that the ambush plan had failed, Zahir and Linton had to change their tactics and join forces to prepare for a head-on confrontation with Nick.

Watching Nick backhand obliterate a few more Sand Warriors, Linton swung his staff, resuming a gust of wind and sand. Zahir took advantage of this opportunity and rushed towards Nick like a gale.

She wielded her scimitar, its flashes of light, so fast that an ordinary samurai wouldn't have been able to catch her three times.

It's a pity that her opponent is Nick, who is proficient in swordsmanship.

The saber in Nick's hand was superb, and the strange knife technique attacked Zahir's eyes, throat and heart almost at the same time!

How could there be such a fast knife technique? Zahir hurriedly put away his knife and returned to defense, but before she could react, Nick's figure suddenly burst out in front of him. The hard fist was faster than the knife light, I don't know how many times, and it slammed into her face.

The punch was so powerful that Zahir only felt that his eyes were dark and his thoughts were fragmented. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already lying on the ground, her head was groggy, and in front of her was a patch of blood that she had just vomited, and her body was convulsing with a piercing pain.

"You...... You bastard. Zahir pointed at Nick viciously, barely standing up with the help of others.

Nick smiled nonchalantly, "Whether I'm a bastard or not doesn't have anything to do with you lying on the ground. Even if you repeat it a hundred times, you will only be beaten to the ground by me. ”

Linton behind him shouted, and the soul stone at the tip of the staff in his hand flashed with dazzling light. With his condensation soul magic ability in his hand, a powerful ball of flame slowly rose from his palm: "General Nick, you also underestimate us. With that, the fireball burst out and headed straight for Nick.

The fireball whistled past with its long, blazing tail, and Nick dodged as soon as his figure flashed.

But Linton was ready for the next attack. His fingers danced rapidly, forming the handprints of the Frost Soul Technique. A large pile of icicles coalesced around him, forming a cloud of cold, sharp arrows.

"You betrayed the Empire, today is your end." Linton pointed forward with his palm, and countless ice arrows suddenly fired in unison.

Ice picks whistled by, so fast and so numerous that Nick shouldn't be able to dodge them.

In fact, he didn't dodge, he just stood there motionless, as if thinking about something, preparing something.

"Uncle!" Finks exclaimed.

Just as the ice pick was about to get closer, Nick suddenly slashed out.

With just one sword, thousands of sword lights were swung out, connecting them into a dense network, enveloping him like a huge shield. In just an instant, those ice picks were shattered by Nick's blades, turning into vapor in the air.

Could this be the so-called "new trick" that Nick has just realized?

Nick understated Linton's offensive and sneered back, "Betrayal of the Empire? To put it mildly, I never thought that the demon clan would encroach on half of the territory of the Wild Sand Empire, but you still used the banner of the demon clan's 'protector mage' and regarded yourself as a demon minion. Is this still the face to bluff people? ”

Linton clenched his fists, and the central god began to gather soul energy.

Nick looked around at the remnants of the Wild Sand Warriors around him, and asked loudly, "Although I have nothing to do with the 'Golden Scorpion', I also respect him for three years of fighting against the demons. Who are you, even under his banner, colluding with a demon minions, aren't you afraid that he will turn around and kill you? ”

The samurai were visibly in a commotion.

You must know that the "Five Gods of War of the Wild Sands" are all bad-tempered, and if they really anger any of them, they will cut off their hands and feet, or pick their skin and cramps.

As a subordinate of the "Golden Scorpion", Zahir didn't have to protect him in the wasted capital, and he also took them out to assist the "Protector of the Archmage" from the demon race. If this kind of thing really knew about the "Five War Gods", I am afraid that their entire family would be buried alive in the tomb of the old king.

Linton straightened his black robe and shouted angrily, "You wretched, I'll send your head to the temple today to be sacrificed!" ”

"Then it's up to you to have the ability." Nick suddenly restrained his smile, pulled out his feet and rushed towards him, the saber in his hand was raised high, and with just one sword, he instantly rolled up sixteen qi blades and slashed across the battlefield, and several streams of wind and sand mixed with cyclones went straight to the black robe!

The staff in Linton's hand quickly summoned a wall of wind to resist, but he didn't expect that Nick's "Glass Slash" had already been practiced to the point of perfection, and now the enlightenment had successfully stepped onto a new realm. At this moment, his qi blade was indestructible, quickly tearing through the wind wall, forcing Queen Lintoncang to retreat.

"Even a fool like you would dare to fight me head-on? Have you already chosen the location of the mausoleum? As he spoke, Nick rushed to him, slashing his saber down with his head.

Zahir on the side hurriedly brandished his scimitar and stepped forward to help parry, but he didn't expect Finx to silently stab his sword in the back, almost piercing Zahir's back.

Zahir had to defend. Unexpectedly, Finks's thin sword hit her almost breathlessly like a torrential rain, and a pair of scimitars blocked back and forth, and she couldn't get half a penny.

Linton roared again and danced his staff, and the black robe on his body was inspired by the wind, revealing the talisman circle given to him by the protector mage behind him. A dazzling light flashed in the center of the circle, and a powerful cloud of shadow energy burst out, rushing towards Nick with great momentum!

"And this hand?" Nick took six or seven steps back, slashing and defending. The soul flame on Linton's body suddenly soared, obviously exceeding his supposed realm, which couldn't help but make Nick, an old fox, vigilant.

Linton held his hands high, soul energy churning between his fingers, and the sound of chanting resounded through the desert, like an ancient and solemn prayer, full of endless power. As he chanted, a huge bolt of lightning slashed down from the sky and pointed straight at Nick.

Lightning roared, and the light was blazing. It is like a moat, crossing the entire desert, splitting the heavens and the earth, and instantly creating a bright scene!

Fortunately, Nick was prepared, and when he saw the thunder coming, he hurriedly drilled under the alpaca. Pity the few cavalrymen who followed Benson to charge, and finally escaped Finks's stumbling block, but became Nick's lightning rod. In the roar, he was electrocuted and turned on his back.

Nick escaped the catastrophe by crawling and scolding, "Doing such a big thunderbolt just to split me alone." Do you have to wipe your butt with a sheet when you shit? ”

The vulgar metaphor annoyed Linton even more.

"Bastard, you can't run away this time!" Linton roared angrily, and formed a handprint in his left hand, and the staff in his hand suddenly dissolved in a burst of light, turning into a silver-white long sword. He stared at Nick with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Look at the move, the Heavenly Thunder God Punishment Sword!" ”

The long sword emitted endless thunder light, and instantly slashed out twelve lightning bolts and attacked Nick.

Nick laughed, "What kind of swordsmanship does a soul magician who can't measure himself dare to play in front of a samurai?" ”

said that he made a saber move and used the "glass slash". Only a sharp whistling sound was heard, and twenty-four sword lights rushed towards twelve lightning bolts.

Lightning and air blades staggered through mid-air, striking each other, bursting with dazzling lightning and shattering energy. The rumbling sound of soul magic exploding was endless, and the yellow sand was blown up to cover the sky and the sun, and it was like a sandstorm coming!

At this moment, all the Wild Sand warriors were stunned.

Even Zahir and Finks stopped fighting and stared straight at the two men.

The sand fog gradually dissipated, and the two figures stood and confronted.

Nick had a few more wounds on his body, and although his face was expressionless at the moment, his eyes still showed his lazy confidence.

Linton stood not far away, breathing heavily as he looked at the man in front of him. He felt that the energy of the talisman array behind him was fading, and his body was a little weak.

"Do you still want to fight?" Linton looked at Nick defiantly, "You and I are no longer able to fight, but fortunately I still have some soldiers, and you ...... Nothing. ”

Nick snorted, "If you can't beat it, you'll start talking about it, it's still what I'm left over from the old days." ”

Linton gritted his teeth and raised his sword to point at Nick, "You down-and-out defeated dog, when the sword can't win you back fame and fortune, you can only be anesthetized in the gratitude of the low-level slaves, but you are just an unruly warrior." With you single-handed, alone, who can you save? ”

Nick laughed and grinned: "You know a fart, the weak will swing a knife and slash at the weaker, and the real strong should fight for the weak." Besides, I realize that you still don't seem to understand, what happened? ”

Linton secretly invoked soul magic to heal his injuries, but he was still delaying time: "What do you want to quibble?" ”

Nick continued to laugh, "Who told you you had to be there to save someone?" ”