As the old orc spoke, all the orc soldiers stopped attacking.

"First, this young lady is not a Terran. Second, it was your clan soldiers who attacked us first. Dick stood up and said, but he sneered in his heart, seeing that the two of them were not easy to deal with, so he sent someone over to reason?

The orc sword saint Pros immediately said angrily: "Nonsense! our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, but you are unharmed, it is clear that you provoked the trouble, now, leave my tribe immediately, otherwise you will pay the price for your stupid actions!"

Dick rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay if you want us to leave, as long as you can let us enter the Temple of War in the canyon." ”

"Terran, I don't understand what you're saying. ”

Dick stretched out his hand and pointed to the depths of the canyon, "I mean, let's enter a miracle in this canyon, and you should know about it." ”

GLP's eyes immediately widened: "You want to enter the miracle left by the Beast God? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Dick said lightly: "What beast god, this is clearly the relic left by Tlansius, the god of war of my human race." ”

"What are you talking about, you dare to insult the beast god!" Pross was furious.

Dick was angry, this group of orcs attacked him first, and now he actually pressed himself for such a crime. He said without concessions: "Your Excellency Pross, you just say, let it or not?"

GLP raised his head to the sky and roared angrily: "Warriors, kill these two alien races that blaspheme the beast god!"

All the orc warriors roared in unison, and they all slashed at Dick, who glanced helplessly at Dimihera. Dimhera smiled softly, and the two stepped forward side by side. Meet the beasts that are surging like a green tide.

The roar of the orc infantry was thunderous, and the sound shook all over the wilderness. The swords and axes in their hands gleamed in the cold sunlight, the marauders charged on the backs of the wolves, brandishing their huge machetes, the Kodor knights marched forward with their war drums, and the shamans unleashed a bloodthirsty and furious aura over the orc warriors. The Sky Knights and Troll Batriders in the sky covered the sky and the sun, and they rushed forward in dense clusters.

Dick's left hand Dimensional Storm, and his right hand Demon Sword Netherworld, fought a bloody path in that dense wave of orcs, and the bright red blood stained the white clothes. Dimihera was bloodless. Any orc whose skin was cut through by the Demon Sword's sorrow would immediately burn from the wound with the purple flame that burned everything, and she rushed forward, not the slightest blood, but a thick layer of ash accumulated on the ground.

Seeing the blood of Dick's two killings, Pros couldn't help but roar, his eyes turned blood-red in an instant, his body jumped down from mid-air, and the huge machete in his hand drew a cold trajectory and slashed heavily at Dick.

Dick raised his sword to block. However, the force of the sword was so powerful that it slashed his Nether Sword back and left a deep wound on his shoulder.

The pinnacle of the Holy Realm! Dick instantly judged in his heart that such strength was worth using space-time magic. He parried GLP's long knife on one side. One lip twitched slightly, and the incantation was already being recited silently.

GLP is worthy of the name of the Sword Master, and his sword is fast and fierce. The shadow of the knife is continuous, and it is all one. So that people can't find a flaw. Dick first gave himself a "dark barrier", and the deep darkness formed a solid defense. Then he unleashed a "spatial spell" on GLP. It made him feel like he was in a quagmire, and it was very difficult to change his body.

The shadow of the sword is continuous, like a storm crashing on the shore, the sword light flies, like a reef standing, the sword light and sword shadow are intertwined, and the sound of continuous gold and iron strikes is issued. There are even more sparks that burst out from the place where the two clashed.

The orc soldiers had the heart to support, but the battle between the two was too fierce, and all the orcs who approached were all crushed into pieces by the dense sword light and sword shadows.

The magic sword "Sorrow" in Dimihera's hand swung like lightning, and groups of orc soldiers were burned to ashes by the terrifying purple flames. From time to time, she would glance at the circle where Dick and Pross were fighting, ready to help.

With a loud thud, Dick's figure flew sideways, knocking down a long row of orcs, and the dark barrier on his body shattered with the blow.

Dick's voice echoed throughout the battlefield: "Death of time!"

The years are long, time flies, no matter how beautiful haode, there is a moment of withering, no matter how strong, there is also a time of weakness, no matter how brilliant, there is also a day of falling. The river of time is endless, and no one or anything can escape from time!

In an instant, GLP's spirit seemed to have drifted through the river of time for billions of years. He just stood in place, caught in an infinite sentimentality of the lost time.

Dick's figure flashed, and he immediately teleported in front of the Sword Saint Pros, and the magic sword Netherworld in his hand drew a pitch-black light curtain, slashing diagonally towards Pros's neck.

However, at this time, a clear light flashed in Pros's eyes, and he blocked it horizontally, narrowly blocking the danger of being beheaded with a sword. A few snow-white hairs fluttered down in the wind, and it was the snow-white beard on Prologs' chin.

The orc sword saint Pros was furious, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, held the knife in both hands, raised the long knife horizontally, and then took his feet as the center of gravity, and spun quickly like a spinning top. Dao Qi erupted from his body and the long knife, revolving around him as well. A terrible storm is formed!

Dick was shocked, and hurriedly sent himself a "dark barrier", but the dark barrier was unstable in the storm composed of sword blades, and it was in danger of destruction at any time.

What a terrible trick! Dick was secretly frightened, I am afraid that even the demigod powerhouse will not be able to stop this terrible storm of blades. However, in this world, there is no move that is absolutely unbreakable, and Dick himself is the nemesis of this blade storm!

Dick's body shook slightly, and the next moment he appeared dozens of meters away, far away from the range of the terrible storm. GLP chased after the storm of blades, and at the same time, a faint suction force was faintly revealed in the storm, invisibly pulling Dick's figure.

Dick shook again, and teleported away again, avoiding GLP's edge.

Pross couldn't catch up, and he stopped in anger, and the terrible storm disappeared, and he shouted, "Terran, have the courage to take my blow!"

Dick responded with a soft shout, "Cursed music!"

Darkness, weakness, oblivion, sluggishness, senescence. The five powerful curses all acted on Pros's body in an instant, and Pros was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

Pross was furious, brandished his long knife and chased Dick again, but he was hit by the "Space Curse" and the "Cursed Music" in his body successively, and his speed dropped again and again, and his long knife was no longer a threat to Dick.

Dick swung his sword like the wind, attacking with Pros, and the battle circle was full of energy and flickering flames.

Dick suddenly made a teleportation technique, flashing to a distance of dozens of meters, and at the same time, he shouted softly: "Random cutting!"

He stretched out his left hand, and dozens of spatial cutting lines formed by the fragmentation and collapse of space spread out from the tips of his five fingers, and the space all rippled with the naked eye as these chaotic cutting lines danced.

Dick's five fingers danced deftly, and dozens of spatial cutting lines danced the music of death, winding towards GLP.

GLP swung his knife to block, and the long knife slashed at the spatial cutting line with a numbing "snort" sound, but there was only one knife, and there were dozens of spatial cutting lines! And with Dick's current high-level strength in the Holy Realm, he was able to maintain the existence of the spatial cutting line for a long time.

Scars began to appear on Pros's body, deep in the bones, blood pouring down, and the long knife in his hand was also corroded with holes and gaps. He was in pain and angry, and he screamed wildly.

At this moment, Dimihera's voice came from afar: "Dick, I have found the Temple of the God of War!"

Dick looked around when he heard this, only to see that Dimihera had already killed her in the distant canyon at some point, and the surrounding orc soldiers also chased her into the canyon.

Dick immediately stopped paying attention to the seriously injured Pross, and his figure rose into the air, tracking in the direction where the voice had just come from.

"zhanzhu! you are not allowed to blaspheme the miracles of the beast god!" Pross roared wildly, and was about to catch up. But his movement immediately affected the wounds all over his body, causing him to fall to his knees involuntarily at the beginning, gasping for breath. (To be continued......)