Fierce Battle on the Novro Continent

The mammoth opened the shackles on Nian Hao's body, and the heavy chains instantly fell to the ground, making an unsettling collision sound.

"Bloody battle!" After Mammoth said these two words to Nian Hao, he explained: "A bloody battle in the name of the ancestors is called a duel in your other world."

"Huh?" Nian Hao was stunned and quickly looked at the leader of the Wolf Riders in the distance. The leader was sitting on his mount, with a height of more than three meters, looking like a giant. He has a large sword of about 2 meters in his hand, which glows with dark metal. Many important parts of the leather armor he wears are covered with thick metal. The mount under his crotch looked even stronger, with ferocious eyes, long fangs, and the claws on its limbs seemed to be inlaid with sharp metal weapons.

"Can't you beat it?" Mammoth said: "They said you cut off one of Trondheim's arms."

Before Nian Hao could answer, Thorfinn thrust a long sword into his hand and said in his ear: "If you want to survive, this is the way to go."

Nian Hao looked at the long sword in his hand and was a little surprised. This sword was obviously in the shape of the Longquan sword, but the metal of the sword body was black, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of. Nian Hao stretched out his left hand and touched the blade slightly, feeling the sharpness. He simply shook his arm, threw out a sword flower, and felt its weight carefully.

"They don't care whether you chopped off Trondheim's arm." Mammoth explained: "But because you can repel the gods, you are qualified to initiate a bloody battle. After winning the bloody battle, the orcs can promise you Any conditions, but if you lose, you die.”

Thorfinn immediately added in Nian Hao's ear: "Don't tell the truth. If you said you were not responsible for repelling the gods, you wouldn't even have a chance to fight in a bloody battle. If they want to execute you, even we, the Ziyuan Dynasty, can't do anything about it. "

Hearing this, Nian Hao looked at Thorfinn with embarrassment.

Thorfinn waved his hand and said helplessly: "Who made you offend the god Trondheim?"

Nian Hao laid the sword across his chest and tapped the sword lightly with his other hand. There was a clang and a dull metallic sound. From the sound, Nian Hao felt that the sword was extraordinary. Although the material was not as good as his own sword, it was still tougher than ordinary steel.

"Is this the only way?" Nian Hao asked.

Thorfinn nodded. Mammoth looked at Thorfinn's statement and nodded one after another.

Nian Hao's body leaned back slightly and his sword slowly moved forward. Seeing him like this, Thorfinn reminded: "The Wolf Rider is very fast, with a maximum speed of one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. Normally, it can basically maintain a forward speed of eighty kilometers per hour."

Thorfinn's words were meant to remind Nian Hao. Because he knew that Nian Hao made such an action obviously to escape. After hearing Thorfinn's suggestion, Nian Hao stopped. Nian Hao looked at the surrounding terrain. There were many trees and the land was high and low, which was very suitable for escaping. But those wolf riders who lived here must be very familiar with this terrain. If he ran away rashly again, he might really be killed by them.

"Ready?" Mammoth asked.

Before Nian Hao could answer, Mammoth shouted to the Wolf Rider leader: "Dear Wolf Rider Commander, with the record of defeating the gods, do the aliens from this world have the right to challenge you to a bloody battle! In the name of blood!"

The leading wolf rider remained silent while his subordinates behind him began to make noise. The giant wolf mounts also howled one after another. Most of the human slaves on Mammoth's side trembled in fear when they heard the roars of these wolves.

After two minutes of continuous noise, the leader of the Wolf Riders raised his hand and signaled to the people behind him to stop. The wolf riders immediately fell silent.

"I, Tarke, the third leader of the red-blooded wolf clan, accept your bloody battle from another world in the name of my ancestors!"

Tarke! Thorfinn's eyes immediately widened when he heard the name. At this time, the other three Ziyuan soldiers also seemed to have a premonition of something and gathered together. The four Shion soldiers looked at each other.

The mammoth's eyes were filled with fear. Tarke of the red-blooded wolf tribe is a real eighth-level senior warrior. This eighth-level senior warrior could stab himself to death with just one finger.

After Nian Hao heard this, he walked towards Tarke without any hesitation.

Kirk grinned, got off his mount, and slashed twice with the machete in his hand. The blade was struck by wind and passed over the stone under his feet. The stone was directly torn apart by the blade wind.

Thorfinn said secretly to the other people: "We can't let this little guy die!" After hearing this, the other three people nodded, and together with Thorfinn, they held their hands on the handle of the weapon, ready to attack at any time.

Nian Hao saw that Tarke's blade could actually generate wind blades, and his anxious mood suddenly became calmer.

Any weapon can produce wind blades.

The sword is sword energy.

The sword is the sword style.

The spear is a spear.

Strange knowledge flashed in Nian Hao's mind. This is his own memory, and Nian Hao knows this clearly. But where does this knowledge come from. In my limited life, there is no gap that this kind of memory can fill.

do not care. Nian Hao walked toward Tarke with his sword in hand and said: "I, Mo Hen. Oh! No!" A different name came out. Nian Hao was stunned at first, but he quickly calmed down: "Me! Nian Hao! Remember this name!"

Tarke laughed and made a virtual slash forward with his sword. The strong wind of the sword came out and blasted towards Nian Hao.

Seeing the sudden attack, Thorfinn didn't care about anything for a moment, drew his dagger and ran straight away.

The wind of the knife whipped up a rough shock wave, spinning and tearing apart everything in its path.

The speed of the sword wind is too fast! Thorfinn only took one step forward, and the wind of the knife was already spinning. Thorfinn was only on the outside and was knocked to the ground by the huge force.

It’s over! This boy is finished! Thorfinn was swirled in the air by the air flow stirred by the wind of the sword, and his mind went blank. When he was about to land, he suddenly raised his hands and stood up, looking hurriedly towards Nian Hao.

just.

There were no torn bodies, no blood splattered everywhere.

Nian Hao actually still stood there, one person and one sword.

When he stepped into the range of the sword wind, even his own fourth-level samurai could not stop him, but this young man was able to directly bear it down! Could it be that it is the power of Emperor Ziyuan again! Thinking of this, Thorfinn's eyes glowed with light, and the power of Emperor Shion came to this otherworldly boy again. Then this young man must be extraordinary!

Talke's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Nian Hao standing there without any injuries. The power of his casual sword attack would be impossible for even a samurai of the same level to confront him head-on. Could it be that this alien from this world is really capable of cutting off the arm of a god as rumored? Surprised, Tarke quickly collected himself.

No, this young man from another world is not confronting his sword style head-on. Tucker realized this immediately.

Indeed, Nian Hao was unable to resist Tarke's move. When Nian Hao saw Tarke's sword wind approaching, his footsteps subconsciously moved a few centimeters, and his whole body slowly swayed with his footsteps. And this simple movement actually passed directly through the gap in the sword wind.

Tarke was worthy of being an eighth-level senior warrior, and he immediately thought of this. He was a full thirty meters away from Nian Hao. Within ten meters, his sword wind was extremely thick and twisted into a ball. After more than ten meters, the thick sword wind would be divided into five wind blades. Twenty meters later, the five wind blades bifurcated, but the width was very small. Thirty meters later, the gap in the five wind blades was wide enough for one person. However, Tarke knew that the wind blade he attacked was different every time, and the gaps in it were irregular. It was difficult for anyone to see the gaps and pass through them easily, even at the ninth level. Even the samurai can't do it!

Could it be that this young man is as good as a god!