"Fuck...... What the situation. ”

Wren was directly beaten dumbfounded, this man was incredibly fierce, the sawdust sputtered wildly, like fragments of a powder keg that had exploded, and he tore the oncoming sawdust with his claws, but there were too many of them, a few pieces pierced into the flesh, and a large one pierced his left leg.

The one-eyed dragon and the tattooed man hurriedly hid behind the horses with the rest of the pirates.

There were more than thirty horses on the shore, and at this time they were screaming incessantly, and they fell into panic, and they were used as cover by these pirates, and the size of these horses became completely targeted, and all the fragments pierced over, as if they were rolling in a pile of broken glass, and they were dripping with flesh and blood, and they neighed in pain, and although they were not dead, they were bleeding all over their bodies, and they were not far from the end of their lives.

Xia Di and Swan resisted the terrifying spiral sword qi, but under their unrivaled strength, the iron weapons in their hands were twisted and twisted, and Yu Wei pierced his chest and abdomen, cutting out spiral-like wounds.

If it hadn't been for Wollman's rampage out, and the swing of the big axe, he would have dragged Marcus for a moment, I'm afraid that the two of them would have died.

"Lao Tzu hates the Syrians the most, and then the god stick, you stacked the talismans."

Wolman slammed the giant axe into Marcus' head, but the force field around him was so strange that even Wolman's great force was distracted by the distraction.

Before he could hit Marcus, the extra-large spiral sword with 300 pounds up caught his axe.

Then, in the whirling hum, with the sparks splashing, the blade of the axe was roasted until it melted, turning into golden-red molten iron and pouring it on the ground, melting out of the hole.

Wollman was shocked, too perverted.

And the sword wind flow of the extra-large spiral sword lifted dozens of scales on Wollman's arm, and the flesh and blood were blurred for a while.

In the previous battle against the Priest, Wollman had already killed until his eyes were red, and his palm was pressed towards Marcus's head, and he didn't believe that he could not be killed.

Morrison knew that this priest was more than one level stronger than Zahak, and although the position was only a priest in the church, far worse than the status of bishops and high priests, it was a real heavyweight.

Witch Hunt Secrets, something.

In addition to himself and Fen, there are also Li Shiter's strange equipment, these people on the ship have the ability, but they are not opponents, and many of them have also been killed.

Heavy punches must be thrown.

It's a pity that a person with such insight as Wollman died, and his reckless style of play now is completely sending him to death, and he will be buried in the next second.

There were too many gendarmes and defenders of the Holy See buried on the coast, and there were all kinds of weapons, although Morrison ran out of secret weapons, but with a whip blade, dozens of weapons were picked up from the ground and soared.

It was so fancy, it seemed to be acrobatics.

Axes, scimitars, broadswords, maces, all became Morrison's hidden weapons comparable to the crossbow arm strength of a bed, and he stepped on these corpses, volleyed in the air, and constantly grabbed these weapons and fired them like Marcus cannonballs.

Less than a second.

The broadsword that was thrown first had exploded into Marcus's head.

Marcus didn't care at all, the force field of this kind of thing was naturally isolated, and he wanted to swing the spiral sword to strangle the wurm into powder.

But......

Bang!

The axe in the back was actually faster, and then it was extremely delicate and planted the hilt of the broadsword in front, and the double force burst out at the same time.

The power of a battering crossbow is thrust again.

This broadsword is enough to blast a person to pieces.

Marcus had sensed it through the spreading force field, how could there be such a terrifying feat?

The roaring aura force field could not resist it, and Marcus swung back the extra-large spiral sword to block it and completely crush it.

But the stormy weapons were thrown one after another, and the swords, guns, and halberds were like a storm of weapons, and Marcus retreated again and again, and all of them blocked.

But this spiral sword is also rough iron, and it has cracked out one after another.

Morrison continued, whiplash picking up the weapons of the corpses on the ground and blasting wildly.

Marcus had to use the thin plate of power to dodge in the air to avoid the "hidden weapon" of thousands of killers, but Morrison seemed to already know his trajectory.

That kind of skill is unavoidable.

Even with the weapon that was thrown in the air before, Morrison was able to forcibly change his direction by adding a more powerful throw.

This is no longer a simple matter of attacking in a straight line, and a killing field has been formed around Marcus, and a killing array composed of different weapons has trapped Marcus, killing from up and down, left and right, in all directions.

Marcus, who now occupies air supremacy with the help of a thin plate of power, has fallen into a disadvantage, and the weapon can even shoot strangely from under his feet.

Marcus only felt incredible, this kind of skill, even in the horrific suppression campaign back then, was a top master.

The stakes that were swelling on the ground had stopped, and the sawdust was no longer flying, and Marcus had to devote all his attention to the movement here, giving the rest of the group a chance to breathe.

Marcus's swordsmanship is also first-class, under the induction of heaven and man, with the sword skills of the Perfection Realm, the weapons that come from all directions are all countered with spiral swords.

With the blessing of mana, his strength and speed have reached a terrifying level, even if it is a large spiral sword with a height of three hundred catties, it is as light as a feather, and it is as fast as a phantom when it is accurately resisted every time.

"Your heart and eyes seem to have a limit."

Morrison didn't use all his strength in his previous throws, just wanted to take a look at the "computing power" of this magic swordsman, although this force field is better than the eyes, but when it is complicated to a certain extent, it will be blinded by itself.

Marcus has been confused.

The last thing Marcus was blocking was not the flying sword, but Morrison himself, who was stomping on the walls of the cave, and with the blessing of the whip blade as a hook, it had already catapulted.

The blood-red mist of light stretched into a trail.

"Do you know why I don't use a sword, this kind of thing...... I'm tired of playing. ”

Morrison whispered, a powerful slash that slashed through Marcus' spiral sword, a slash that was stronger than Zahak's.

Bang.

Marcus was smashed straight into the air to the ground, but his feet were steady, and the unexpected attack made him unsteady in parrying, and his arms trembled faintly, but he quickly recovered.

Li Site saw that he was worthy of being an invincible killer, and he had to help support the field.

The King's Landing Sword took full form from the palm of its hand, and the cursed black mist spread from the arm to the blade, and then continued to expand, and the black light completely constructed by the cursed mist rose and spread wildly.

The edge seemed to cut through the surrounding light, and began to twist and distort, like a summer heat wave folding and squeezing the space.

Li Shi Te slashed with a horizontal sword in his left hand, and an arc-shaped black light that dissolved everything burst out.

Click!

Marcus resisted with a spiral sword, but the blade was cut in half directly by the black light, and his force field could not only offset the object, but also himself, and he flipped in the air at great speed.

But the Spiral Greatsword has been broken.

Li Shi thought that his physical strength was also being consumed, and his weapon was broken, and he couldn't last long.

"King's Landing Sword, it's a pity that you only have one, and you only have less than one percent of your strength, which is far from the same level."

Marcus was extremely knowledgeable, and even knew his name, and he didn't think that Lister was a stranger and wouldn't think about it that way. There is no shortage of people in this world who know the art of control, and the high priest of the Holy See knows the method, and there is a sword, although he can't exert all his strength to make a collection, but if the unaware person touches the sword indiscriminately, he will only be killed instantly.

Li Si Te was a little shocked, and quickly figured out that the so-called priest was also a high-level intellectual, which was not surprising.

"It seems that I can't keep my hands anymore, and going back with my obsession with catching alive will only make me die here, and I must be serious."

Arcane.

I saw that the severed spiral blade on the ground was retaken by Marcus, forming two halves that rotated in opposite directions.

The wind stirred and friction, and the entire extra-large sword actually burned into a raging fire, and it melted when touched.

Wood magic.

The wooden trestle around him burst and was torn open to finger-thick needles that levitated around him.

Marcus himself used the thin plate of strength and the powerful physical power that his magic power applied to him, and he pedaled and wandered wildly in mid-air, how scary and terrifying.

Originally, Li Si Te pondered that it was almost over.

"Does your mother have two stages?"

Li Si was completely convinced.