Arad's crooked savior

The Dark One took out an ancient wooden cane from his arms. The tip was sharpened. This weapon, made from tree spirit roots, had absolutely nothing to do with the sword and could not be resonated by Bwanga's sword intention.

"Bwanga, I led a sneak attack on Shatli. The Bantu barbarians who died under my hands were not only one thousand but also eight hundred. I stabbed their throats with my own hands, and the position was very precise. It would not take a moment. It's fatal. Their lungs will be filled with blood, and every time they struggle to breathe, it will be like drowning." Youke's laughter was cold and made people feel goosebumps.

Although he knew that Underworld Youke was deliberately agitating his mentality in order to expose flaws in his offensive, the strong-blooded Bwanga was still jealous because of this, his hair stood on end, and his teeth were about to be broken.

"Yuke, I will cut you into pieces!"

"Now you can't even find my location, Bwanga. After you die, I will set off to the Snowy Land of Ston and open the skulls of the Bantu people one by one."

On the quiet and gray street corner, "Yuke the Underworld" walked slowly, with a stooped figure and cloudy eyes, bringing a deathly coldness, like a life-seeking ghost in the underworld.

"No, he is not Yuk. He has no heartbeat." Bwanga tried his best to imply that he must stay calm. In hunting in the snowy mountains for a long time, the key to fighting prey is calmness and patience.

He once lay down in the snow for two days and one night in order to hunt down the King of Ice Tigers, a ferocious beast at the level of the Awakener. Only at the dawn of dawn, when everything was silent, did he find the other person for a moment of laziness. Opportunity to break the Ice Tiger King's neck.

In the criss-crossing streets of the city, Buwanga stood warily at the crossroads. The Wolf God gave him a sharp gaze. There were "Yukes of the Underworld" coming from every direction, including the surrounding rooftops. They were densely packed everywhere. The rickety shadow of Uckers.

At a glance, there were at least nearly a thousand people, each holding a short wooden weapon in his hand, with a sinister smile on his face, and walking with murderous intent, like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

"Everyone is me, and everyone is not me. Can you tell the difference clearly?" Youke's slightly hoarse voice came from all directions and every corner. This is one of his trump cards. He can advance, attack, retreat or defend. .

Ta-ta...

The rickety old Youke suddenly quickened his pace and rushed towards Bwanga with a death-crazy attitude, true and false, false and true.

"Get away!"

Bwanga swung the huge totem blunt weapon, whipped up a fierce gust of wind, and tore apart several gray shadows of Yuk, but immediately his waist and abdomen hurt, and blood flowed profusely.

The short wooden weapon was stained with Bwanga's blood. Youke sneered with disdain. The famous Four Swordsmen were nothing more than that, just like Earl Barn, flashy.

Within half an hour, Bwanga's iron tower-like body was crumbling, and his strong and hard muscles were covered with horrific blood holes and bathed in blood, but he remained silent.

"Bwanga, I have a thousand chances to take your life, but I prefer your painful look, preferably paired with a little desperate wailing. Come on, shout it out."

Many underworld Yuks swarmed forward with wild laughter, and their shattered bodies turned into a wisp of evil black smoke, with a strong curse breath, which entered Buwanga's body one after another, making his face dark and gloomy.

The flesh and blood from his wounds were festering rapidly, his beard and hair were gray, and he was already dying.

"Nothing more than that." Youke disdained and hid among dozens of himself.

"You know, Yuk, the sense of smell of wolves is generally dozens of times better than that of humans." Bwanga suddenly opened his eyes, jumped like the wind, and grabbed Yuk's shoulders with his big plate-like hands, "I can smell it. The malice and stench about you.”

Phew~

Youke's injured arm was completely pulled down by the huge force, blood spurted out, and the bones were dyed red.

"ah!"

He escaped into the shadows again, gritted his teeth and used secret techniques to stop his bleeding. He was indeed careless. Bwonga actually dared to sacrifice his whole body for a chance to get close to him at the cost of being cursed.

"I changed my mind, I'm going to kill you directly!" Underworld Youk shook his head regretfully, stepped hard, and a layer of ripples spread rapidly. The house collapsed wherever he passed, the human body was torn into pieces, and the hard plate armor was also cracked to the size of a knuckle. of fragments.

Celia turned her eyes and raised her hand, and a whirlwind condensed into a wind spear... "No need, this is the hatred and anger of the Bantu people." Bwanga loudly rejected Celia's kindness and raised his head unyieldingly.

"The reason why I am called the Underworld is because everyone who has seen me has gone to the underworld." Youke's figure suddenly disappeared, blending into the deep darkness, and not even the smallest breath could be heard.

A blood moon is in the sky, the light is bright red, and it is dripping blood into the darkness, one drop, two drops... The dark area turns into a melancholy blood color.

The murderous intention rises with the wind, and the blood moon penetrates the netherworld.

"Youyue Thorn!"

Youke's rickety figure suddenly stood tall and tall, roaring like the wind of the underworld. Billions of black lights were like thunder, passing over Bwanga's burly body, sputtering out wisps of warm blood.

boom!

Bwanga knelt on one knee, and the muscles and veins of his legs were severed. The blood was dripping and the pain was heartbreaking. He clenched his fists hard, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was exactly as recorded in the clan.

There is a bright blood moon rising into the sky, and the black shadow is like a ghost, ruthlessly and coldly harvesting the lives of the Bantu warriors.

"The best hunter should treat himself as prey and think from the perspective of prey." Bwanga murmured, his eyes still clear and bright.

"What stupid words are you talking about?" Youke passed by without a trace, and the muscles in Bwanga's shoulder were cut again.

Torture, torture until death!

"I'm telling you, do you know the scariest thing about the blunt sword master?" Bwanga punched the ground, the force vibrated, the sword resonated, and fragments of hundreds of building beams rose into the air.

"Even the vegetation in the world, and even a barely shaped stone, are all swords! Extreme God Storm Style."

The sword array condensed into shape in an instant, and the sword intent swept across the sky. Buwanga was bathed in golden light, faintly visible. A giant golden wolf roared upwards and shattered the blood moon. In an instant, sword lights intertwined, dazzling the world.

Wow~

The dark realm was fragmented, and Bwanga's blood boiled, causing more blood to flow out of the wound. He stared at Yuke who was firmly locked by the sword formation, stepped forward heavily, and raised the huge metal totem high.

cut! (Smash!)

…

Bwanga's unyielding body trembled, and he glanced down at the Yuk possessed on the totem blunt weapon, which was probably the flesh and blood of two legs.

"Damn you!" Although Youke avoided the sword attack as much as possible, his legs were still missing and empty.

But there is no chance. As long as the artificial dark eye is integrated, given the extremely strong vitality it gives, the legs will still have a chance to grow back.

This pain must be repaid by the Bantu people!

With only one arm left, he struggled to drag his body in a certain direction, that place... as long as he could reach that place...

Suddenly, the light above his head dimmed, and Bwanga's tall and burly body blocked the sunlight and blocked the path he must pass. He said indifferently: "Sorry, this place is full, and you have nowhere to escape."

He raised the huge totem blunt weapon and smashed it down, enchanting Yuk's head.

Filth +1, Disgust +1, Revenge +10086...

On the other side, Celia had already reached the palace hall. With a push of her hands, the magnificent building was destroyed, and a long road was automatically cleared.

Emperor Lyon, who was sitting alone on the damaged throne, tightened the killing gloves on his hands, picked up a dark red war spear, and said indifferently: "In the end, I will personally restore the glory of my ancestors and end the war with killing."

This magic gun had been broken. It came from Max, the first Soul of Slaughter. It had absorbed the breath of Leviathan, the first monster that was mutated by the apostle's breath. It was a semi-apostle monster that was later destroyed by Ye Lin. Shattered.

Max became a hero and showed the path of cultivation for future generations of hunters. However, he never thought that he had absorbed Leviathan's broken magic spear, which was obtained by Leon, melted and repaired.

"But I won't kill you." Celia shook her head slightly and said, "I will lock you deep in the Grand Forest and infinitely repent to the lost clansmen."

"Haha, Ye Lin has been captured by God. You are just a woman, so you should go back and prepare for his funeral. You will be a widow in the future." Leon was dressed in a handsome battle suit, with a tall and straight posture, full of strong confidence.

"Captured by a god? It seems you don't know. He refused to live the path of becoming a god." Celia smiled beautifully, but the words she spoke made the whole place silent.

Especially Leon, who was full of momentum, suddenly felt like he had a piece of bubble gum stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out, and he felt terribly uncomfortable.