The atmosphere in the space became more and more depressing, just like the terrifying demons driving out the dark nightmare and shrouding them. Xia Zuo ignored how many people would leave and how many people would join. Every day he just learned some skills from this monk named Lynn.

The monk is powerful and mysterious to him. Generally speaking, Xia Zuo is stronger in strength, but if you want to fight, the fool knows that Xia Zuo will not win, but the monk also said that if you really fight, then the one who dies will definitely be himself.

Xia Zuo didn't know whether he said this on purpose or to comfort himself, but now he doesn't think so much.

In addition to learning martial arts, Xia Zuo has another thing, that is, eating, eating with the sensation, which is already a terrifying amount of food. When it is completely released, it is completely unimaginable. Fortunately, Viscount McGrath did not buy a large amount of food at one time like Dodolly, and store it in the warehouse at one time, so that he could withstand his consumption.

Just as the hot oven was still melting steel, just as the civilians were still waving the spears in their hands, and just as the little ghosts were still watching the drama... Time passed quickly, the ground roared, the sky lost its color, and the terrifying demons finally rushed to the castle with endless darkness.

Xia Zuo stood above the castle and looked at the group of figures. The aura that enveloped their bodies was so cold, like wild beasts that were about to move, with terrifying fangs spreading their terrifying fangs, accompanied by the sound of armor, he roared wildly into the castle.

There was a silence in the castle. One by one, the figures were holding spears in their hands, or by processing long swords bound to wooden sticks, standing behind the castle. There were about seven or eight thousand people in the crowd, but there were only four or five thousand people who had a little combat power. Among these four or five thousand people, there were women who had just given birth to a child, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old ghost...

Time continued to drip like water drops, but the gathering water trembled with the rumbling sound. In the end, a team of tens of thousands of people surrounded the Rock Fort, a figure wearing cold armor stood in front of the crowd. Dozens of jazz in heavy armor stood behind him, followed by a row of cavalry. Countless soldiers stood behind the demon cavalry like a sea of ​​people. The strong and majestic war horses spewed white mist from their mouths, and the black eyes hidden under the armor were wrapped in countless bloodshots, looking like an angry bull.

"Why? Do you only dare to curl up in the turtle shell? Where is your courage? Where is your so-called dragon slayer?" A terrifying voice resounded above the castle. The voice contained a terrifying anger, like a cruel, terrifying beast, roaring wildly.

Xia Zuo smiled and waved his arm, "Let's go and see how powerful these things are!"

Shazzo led Oz, Borot, monk, woman, five knights, three winter city knights, and thirty soldiers to walk out of the Rock Fort together and stand outside the city gate, guarding the entrance and exit.

Compared to them, their number seemed so ridiculous and so weak. Even so, they still walked out of the castle and stood in front of this terrifying and terrifying "monster".

"Who is the Dragon Slayer?" The jazz standing at the front of the team, roaring loudly, and the cold breath swayed with his voice and resounded throughout the space.

"I'm right!" Xia Zuo suddenly roared, and the terrifying voice was like the thunder in the sky, containing an incomparable power, pouring down from the clouds layer by layer, so that the well-trained war horses were trembling.

"I heard you killed Lynn alone. How about you, dare to duel with me?" The jazz's eyes were deep red, and his eyes were as if they were swirled by endless bright red blood. His body was filled with a terrible and cold breath, like a figure climbing out of purgatory.

The demons already knew the belief that Xia Zuo had erected. If he was dealt with, then this battle would be much easier, and the minimum price was exchanged for the best interests. This was the result of the joint pursuit of merchants and generals.

Xia Zuo did not refuse, in fact, this was his idea...

The horse rode directly to the battlefield while sitting on the war horse. Xia Zuo was riding a highland war horse. The horse did not have too much protection on the surface. The horse only had three weapons: shield, sword, and spear. With Xia Zuo running, the jazz standing in front also ran out of the team at the same time...

The two were five or six hundred meters apart, and it took only twenty seconds to gallop. As the figure approached, Xia Zuo felt a terrible coldness that surged from the space. However, facing the interference of purgatory, Xia Zuo was not afraid. Instead, there was an inexplicable heat all over his body. Just as the heat was passed on to the mount, a trace of blood red appeared in the eyes of the war horse.

The figures of the two began to approach. Sir Ryder held a spear about five meters long in his hand. The cold tip emitted a terrible cold light, aiming directly at Xia Zuo's chest. Xia Zuo held a two-meter short spear, his feet tightly clamped the waist of the war horse. The violent force swept across his body. The violent force gradually penetrated into it. With the slight trembling of the short spear, a buzzing trembling sound echoed in the space.

The jazz figure became closer and closer, and the cold aura seemed to solidify on his surface. Once someone approached, it would immediately make people feel a sense of coldness and fear that penetrated into their bones.

But Xia Zuo didn't. Now he only felt the heat, extremely hot. As the distance of the charge spear became shorter and shorter, the short spear about two meters long tore the shackles of space, stirring up a terrible white wave, and swung towards the piercing spear.

Huge sparks burst out from the space, and the dull impact sounds surging air waves, accompanied by the echo of the sound, constantly surging outwards.

With the impact of the short spear, the power contained in the spear actually reversed the short spear back. Even so, the spear pierced by the piercing was still opened. Just as the war horses were rushing closer, the short spear in Xia Zuo's hand should have been swung into his chest in a very short time and inserted it into his chest.

The cold fireworks exploded from the armor, and the terrible power was hindered by some kind of obstacle. With the impact of the piercing, he stabbed him from the war horse...

Xia Zuo jumped off his horse, and the highland war horse ran a few steps, but with a thud, he fell directly on the Gobi Desert. He could still support his weight when riding, but with the battle, it was not easy to carry that terrible force. In the previous duel, the bones on his back were crushed and crushed.

He pulled out the jazz sword from his waist, and an unknown light flashed in his blood-red pupils. During the previous test, he had sensed the terrible power contained in Xia Zuo's body. Compared to his murderous aura (purgatory), the aura emitted by the other party seemed to be specifically restraining himself.

However, for a war-torn jazz leader, such doubts only flashed through his heart, and soon he focused his consciousness on his opponent.

Plop.

The spear was inserted into the ground by him. Xia Zuo pulled out the cross sword at his waist, and the flames burned wildly in his body. The terrible power was like the accumulated quicksand, constantly solidifying in his body. Xia Zuo didn't know any martial arts or skills. He only knew to insert the cross sword in his hand into his chest.

He thought so and did the same, so as his body approached, Xia Zuo held the cross sword in his hand, and a killing assault pierced the Jazz's body.

Just in the jazz's eyes, Xia Zuo's figure suddenly turned into a phantom. When he slid through the space with his figure, the spear in his hand was like a flash of lightning, penetrated all obstacles, stirring up the heavy airflow, and superimposed on his body.

The jazz's figure suddenly moved, and the whole figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost. With the movement of the figure, countless afterimages remained on the surface of the space. As soon as the Xia Zuo cross sword penetrated into it, the cross sword suddenly made a tingling sound, and clusters of sparks burst out from the sword. There was no damage at all on the cross sword, but the other party's jazz sword left a series of cracks.

A series of fine wounds were exposed on the arm. Xia Zuo let the wound spread on his arm, and he just held the cross sword in his hand and penetrated it hard into his chest. From where did the monk know that most martial arts are mainly scratching, cutting, pointing, and stabbing, using the power of wrists, waist, and shoulders. Although it incorporates spiritual will, the lethality is not as great as straightforward. There is only one ending: one death and one injury.

The cold murderous aura surrounding the space seemed to become even colder, and was about to seep into the **, which was as frozen as the person's consciousness. However, this did not have any obstacles to Xia Zuo. The cross sword in Xia Zuo's hand penetrated straight into his body.

A cluster of sparks burst out on his body. The cross sword in Xia Zuo's hand broke through the armor in one till it and inserted it into his chest. Xia Zuo roared, and the violent force surged from his body. The cross sword in his hand penetrated the bond with one twitch and inserted into his chest with a thud.

At this moment, a throbbing came from the body, and Xia Zuo's body instinctively jumped away from the place, jumped away with the figure, and a cold light flashed through the space and directly slashed at Xia Zuo's previous neck.

Xia Zuo's figure had just landed, but the whole figure did not stop at all. Another killing assault rushed forward again. At the same time, with the figure crossing, a silver light suddenly drew out in the cross sword in his hand. With the light flashed, a head had already rolled to the ground.

A high shout came from behind, but at this moment it was quiet and terrible...

Xia Zuo took a deep breath, grabbed the head on the ground, and threw it directly at them. This is... come again!...)

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