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The majestic force was unloaded on the ground, causing the entire ground to tremble.

The choking dust dispersed, revealing two extremely tall figures, which were two terrifying giants with a body size of nearly three meters!

They were naked, with only a leather armor under their abdomen, knotted muscles condensed, sweat flowing and steaming on them, and their entire bodies seemed to be made of steel in the sunlight.

"Come again!" one of the giants shouted, then swung his fist again.

The other giant was not to be outdone, and his steps were paused, and he also punched out.

With a sound that broke through the sound barrier, the two fists collided together.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, like a thunderous roar, and the ears of the people who shook him were numb.

One punch was ineffective, and the second one followed.

With the palm, "Boom!"

With your elbow, "Boom!"

With the shoulder, "Boom!"

With the legs, "Boom!"

......

In the snap of their fingers, the two fought more than a dozen times, each time they were full of energy, every time they were full of energy, and every time they were sonic shocks.

It was a collision of pure power and power, muscle to muscle.

Under the agitation of the violent energy, the entire arena was filled with dust, as if a sandstorm had been blown.

But the battle continued, and in the smoke and dust, countless huge roars were connected together, like countless thunderbolts tumbling and colliding in the sandstorm.

The sand and dust have not dispersed for a long time, and the thunder has been roaring.

Finally, there was a loud bang.

Countless energies escaped, clearing the surrounding smoke and dust in an instant. Let the figures of the two giants be revealed again in the sun.

They all gasped violently, sweat turning into a white mist on their hot skin.

"Ahh

"yes, it's been a long time since I've had such a happy fight, it's so cool!" the other giant also sighed.

After saying that, the two of them looked up to the sky and laughed in unison.

After laughing for a while, the two of them supported each other and walked towards the chaotic village and town not far away.

In front of the primitive tents in the villages, most of them sat a rough and strong man, some drinking wine, some talking about something to each other, and some carefully wiping their weapons......

Seeing the two of them appear, everyone stopped what they were doing and saluted them respectfully, and some people couldn't help but cheer happily.

These two giants were none other than the Viking king Rolf and his younger brother Thor, the original Arnold.

Under the respectful gaze of everyone, the two returned to the central tent.

After sitting down on the main seat of the big tent and pouring a few sips of wine, the Viking King sighed with emotion: "I really didn't expect that your strength would reach such a level after only a few years. In terms of pure strength, I feel a little inferior to you. ”

"That's the reason for the exercises. Arnold also grunted and poured his wine: "I have learned one more peerless internal skill that specializes in increasing strength. ”

After thinking about it, he said: "Oh, no, it's not just about increasing strength, it's also about increasing wisdom, otherwise I wouldn't have regained my clarity so quickly and regained my memory." ”

"What a magical exercise, this ......" the Viking King stretched out his voice, "You really can't teach it to me?"

"Didn't I say this question, it's not that I don't want to, but I can't! The young master said that this martial art can only be practiced by myself, and it can't be handed over to others. Arnold said solemnly: "I can't break my promise." ”

"Okay, okay, just because I didn't say it. The Viking King waved his hand and stopped insisting.

"Now that I've almost recovered, I can go and save the young master now. After a moment's hesitation, Arnold asked.

"I know that Baron Leon saved you and taught you miraculous exercises to restore your memory. The Viking King's face was a little unswerving: "It's just that you don't always call yourself such a young master and young master, you are the future king of our Vikings, and you always call yourself a slave like this, it's not good." ”

"Alas, brother, I understand what you mean, it's just ......" Arnold frowned and said, "It's just a little unrelenting." ”

"What's so hard to give up?" the Viking King said with some dissatisfaction in his tone: "I know that Baron Leon may have had an adventure and obtained the legacy of a peerless powerhouse, and he is also a good person, he is very good to you, and he also teaches you precious exercises." But that's not the reason for you to become his servant, you know? Although we Vikings are robbing everywhere and can't get on the stage, we still have some savings, and we can compensate him twice or three times! I don't need you to kneel down and sell your dignity! Be a human slave!"

"Well, I'll make it clear to him after I get him out this time. Arnold closed his eyes.

"If you understand!" the Viking King continued, "But don't worry, since you have fully recovered, then we will set off in the next few days! When we return, I will give them orders and prepare for the voyage. ”

"Coming back, where are you going?" said Arnold didn't understand.

"Of course, I'm going to build you a handy weapon!" the Viking King explained, "You have now broken through to the Martial Saint level, and you are the king of our Vikings, so you can't do without the weapon you already have in hand." Didn't you envy my hammer before, and according to our Viking customs, it's time to build you a magic weapon!"

"Build a divine soldier?" Arnold was puzzled.

"yes, that's a lot of work, let's go and fill the readers first. The Viking King laughed.

Arnold didn't ask, but began to prepare the food, and in his hands, a few live bison were soon transformed into steaming steaks with juice.

Let the latter two be a meal of nonsense.

"Uh......" the Viking King burped, "I have to say, after a few years on land, your barbecue skills have improved a lot." ”

"It's just a matter of hearing and seeing. Arnold smiled and didn't say much.

"Okay, no more nonsense, let's go. With that, the Viking King rose to his feet, flew out of his tent, and soared into the sky.

Arnold didn't say a word, followed by him, and also turned into a black spot in the sky.

The Martial Saint's flight was extremely fast, and after a while, the two of them approached the Great Snow Mountain.

"Weapons in Ivy Valley?" said Arnold in the face of the fierce wind in the sky.

"Of course not! It's another place!" the Viking King didn't look back, "In the Valley of Dusk, the resting place of our ancestors!"

Flying all the way, crossing the perennial snow, but the valley is like spring all year round, the two came to a verdant forest, and landed on the road that had been washed black for a day in the forest.

The road was carved out of the forest, and the trees around it twisted and turned, stilted from side to side, and the ground was blackened with no grass, as if it had been burned by fire.

The Viking King didn't say much, but just led Arno all the way down the dark road, straight to a clearing.

It was a hollow clearing!

It was as if the gods had stepped on the ground and made a big pit in the ground.

The pit was also scorched black, with no trees attached and no grass growing.

In the center of the pit, there is a huge, pitch-black rough stone, oval-shaped, more than ten meters high, standing there quietly.

"That's the ore!" the Viking King introduced, "from outside the sky, the god Odin has given us the most precious treasure of the Vikings!

Walking to the rough stone and stroking the rough marks on it, Arnold sighed: "It's an extraterrestrial meteorite, brother, is your hammer made of it?"

With memories on his face, the Viking King touched the square hammer on his waist: "Yes, my father brought me here at that time and helped me build this hammer. ”

"But what should I do with it so big?" Arnold asked.

"Knock it down, of course. The Viking King laughed.

"Knock on a piece, how to knock it, and there are no tools here, do you knock it with your bare hands?" Arnold said he didn't understand.

"Yes, just knock it with your bare hands! You have now reached the Martial Saint level, and your strength is also good, of course you can knock it down. The Viking King explained, "Whatever you knock down, wait and so on!"

Then he emphasized: "It's tradition too!"

"That's right," Arnold didn't say much......

He began to caress the whole meteorite, from left to right, from top to bottom, every pit and pit of the magic stick, and every trace of time.

Then he chose a position and stood, closing his eyes.

He slowly raised his fist, and countless qi visible to the naked eye began to condense in his fist.

Two very different forces condense in the fist!

The power of the dragon elephant!

The power of thunder!

The power of the two peerless martial arts is entangled with each other and merging with each other!

The invisible and powerful momentum converged on him, and gradually climbed to the top.

Essence, qi, and spirit, the three are one, and the momentum has reached its peak.

Then, it's a punch!

This punch condensed Arnold's incomparably strong will, it was his strongest punch!

It's a mountain, and you're going to open it for me!

The white elephant hissed, the dragon roared, and the thunder roared.

An incomparable majestic force bombarded the meteorite!

Arnold's fist was tightly attached to the meteorite, but the huge meteorite did not move at all, only a small pit appeared in the place where Arnold attacked. On a rough visual inspection, it doesn't even fluctuate by a centimeter!

Arnold's face sank, he withdrew his fist, shook it twice, and turned around and sighed: "It's really a god-given stone, it's really hard!"

"So I said, well, it's hard work, and you have to eat to be full. The Viking King, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, according to tradition, I can't help you, so I have to come in person." ”

"I understand!" Arnold didn't say much, he closed his eyes and began to readjust his body, gather strength, and condense momentum.

And then, another punch!

"Boom!" a blow hit the same place just now.

After three breaths, another punch!

"Boom!" this time a little off.

Three more breaths.

"Boom!" the pit seemed to be a little deeper.

......

The sun sets and the moon rises, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the bombardment of fists continues.

He hit the meteorite, and the meteorite hit him.

The tide rises and falls again, the clouds gather and disperse, and the bombardment of fists does not stop.

A deep indentation appeared on the meteorite, which was the mark of a fist blowing, which was a direct manifestation of inhuman strength.

Arnold looked indifferent, and his punches were also extremely mechanical, with a fixed punch of three breaths, and each punch was full force.

He now understands the purpose of this impersonal "tradition", which is the most primitive tempering, not only tempering the divine soldiers, but more importantly, tempering himself!

How many punches have he hit these days? Is it 8,000 or 10,000? Arnold can't remember, he just knows that he needs more tempering, he needs to gain more strength, he needs to truly merge the dragon elephant and the thunder into one!

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!",

Gradually, countless punches, in the mechanical bombardment, there seemed to be a trace of rhythm, a sense of rhythm.

Hearing such a charm, the Viking King who was sitting next to him also opened his eyes, his face full of relief.

It's not the rhythm of the frequency of the blow, it's the rhythm of the power, it's the precise control of the unrivaled power.

That is the power that is tamed again, that the white elephant is no longer rampage, that is the dragon no longer soars wantonly, that is the thunder is accepted and absorbed......

Under the Viking King's satisfied gaze, one of Arnold's fists was raised high, blood flowing from it, but it shone with a dazzling light.

Thunder began to turn into a phantom beast!

Thunder elephant rushing, thunder dragon soaring sea!

"Boom !!"

An unprecedented bang

With a "bang", a huge meteorite block fell to the ground.

It was waist-high and unprecedentedly large!

"Congratulations, my brother!" the Viking King's voice was full of admiration, "You are already qualified for the position of the Viking King!"

After a violent gasp, Arnold's voice was a little weak: "So, how do you turn it into a weapon?"

"Take it, follow me!" said the Viking King.

The meteorite block was surprisingly heavy, and holding the meteorite block hard, Arnold followed with some difficulty.

After another burst of flight, they came to the halfway point of the Great Snow Mountain, in front of a cave shaded by trees.

Walking into the cave, it was not dark inside, and countless huge whale oil lamps illuminated the place very brightly.

As the road at the entrance of the cave descended, small separate rooms gradually appeared on both sides, but they were all empty, and there was nothing in them.

Ahead, something appeared in the small room, a huge skeleton, and a variety of weapons.

Arnold suddenly understood that this was the place where the ancestors rested.

It went all the way down, but the air gradually became hot.

I don't know how long it took, but a long, glowing river appeared in front of the two of them.

It's a river of lava!

The heat is so hot that it seems like the air is burning.

"Alas. The Viking King sighed, "Give me the stone, and I'll build you a divine weapon!" ”

Arnold placed the meteorite in front of him.

"By the way, what kind of weapon do you want to fight? Is it also a square hammer? Depending on your amount, you should be able to hit two. The Viking King asked

"No, give me a mace. Arnold replied

(To be continued.) )