Four Nine Seven The Long River Death

The swords and hammers intersect, and the eight bloody battles chased the thunder strike and pressed hard. The fighting spirits of both sides were intertwined and mixed together. Dorata only felt that the fighting spirit was too fast, and the impact power of the fighting spirit was so fierce! Just like the rumored giant dragon, he stepped on his war hammer with one foot, and was completely unable to turn over!

If it weren't for the war hammer's ability to block the fighting spirit, just this blow! Dorata knew very well that he would be injured and was pushed down and turned repeatedly, wanting to use the rotation method to dissolve the power.

The series of sparks were like gorgeous magic, bursting out between the two weapons, and Ji Dushou Slashing the Horse Saber was like a hacksaw covered with sharp serrated teeth. It nibbled a half-inch-deep knife mark on the Storm Hammer. Dorata's fighting spirit exploded and gasped, saving the Storm Hammer from the blade.

What level of knife is this kid in his hand? Dorata looked at the storm hammer in his hand with distress. The sixth-level fighting soldier passed down from the tribe. In front of this kid's sabre, he was as fragile as tofu!

Buzz! The slashing sword in Dynasty in his hand made a series of harsh sounds under the impact of the fighting spirit, making Dorata's opponent's hammer without time to be sad. The gorgeous sword light more than two feet long with a solemn aura, once again covering Dorata's whole body, like a huge iron bowl that was pulled down from the air.

Dorata feels like turning into a toad that is caught by an iron bowl. If the last knife can still avoid it, then there is no possibility of this knife.

"I'm afraid of you!"

The cover of death aroused the fierce rage in Dorata's heart as a dwarf. The Storm Hammer burst out with a trace of strange magic waves, mixed with fighting spirit to cover the war hammer, making a roar like a dragon roar, from bottom to top, like a crazy crazy cow hitting the war knife.

Clang! The sound waves generated by the harsh sound of metal collisions formed a huge airflow circle visible to the naked eye. The horse thieves lying on the ground suddenly felt that their clothes seemed to be blown by the strong wind, and they started to make a clamor.

Several horse thieves who had no time to cover their ears had bright red bloodshots from their ears, and their eardrums were instantly shaken!

Crack... Crack... Crack...

The slashing saber pressed on the storm hammer and slowly moved downward. Dorata's muscles were tense, and the capillaries under the skin were broken. Blood beads oozed out through the pores. In a blink of an eye, it looked like a bloody man who had been splashed with blood.

Heavy! Heavy! Heavy! Heavy! Heavy! Heavy! Dorata felt like a mountain that was being flew over, and she could not move even if she moved. Her arms collapsed down little by little, and her big blue-black tendons seemed to break free from the cover limits of her skin at any time.

How could it be? How could it be! Dorata looked at the slowly pressing down sword, and a feeling of power surged in his heart. I used the fighting technique possessed by the gods. Their power had been increased several times, and he also used a special fighting technique like Thunder Strike, which can instantly double the impact force. He actually... was still suppressed by this kid.

The saber magnified little by little in Durata's pupils, his shoulders trembled continuously, and his legs, as thick as stone pillars, were also slowly bent, bent!

Zheng! The saber cut down continuously and suddenly lifted it backwards. Dorata's arms seemed to feel that he had lost the weight of a mountain, and he was unprecedentedly relaxed!

He gently lifted his arm backwards, and his feet turned to tear up countless dust, blooming into the shape of a huge yellow lotus. The huge slashing sword burst out with a more gorgeous sword light again. The cold sword light was no longer the light that looked like a meteor's tail, but was scattered! Dispersed! Dispersed again!

The sword light slashed out by the horse-slashing sword turned into countless sword lights, turning into a huge snow-shiny lotus. Dorata seemed to have turned into a stamen in the middle of the lotus. She wanted to leave but found that she was completely surrounded in the middle and could not move.

Countless sword lights were blooming with gorgeous sword lights, falling like a meteor shower. Dorata felt the shadow of death really landing from the sky, completely covering himself.

Death! Dorata smelled the breath of death that he had felt on the battlefield of humans and demons. It was cold, deep and helpless, as if there was no point of leverage under his feet. The person was suspended in the darkness, wanting to struggle but not knowing how to struggle.

Defeat? Death? Dorata's eyes dimmed. Under the storm and storm, his mood calmed down completely. It seemed as if he could hear his heartbeat clearly. The grass and trees around him seemed to be in his hands, like the fingers of his body.

I have never felt before! Dorata felt that his fighting spirit was evolving and transforming! It was like a butterfly emerging from the cocoon. The fighting spirit that had never been condensed had a new development under the shadow of death at this moment! The fighting spirit that had not been moving forward for many years was finally alive at this moment!

A trace of fighting spirit is entangled, entangled, entangled! It seems to be recombining a new arrangement, turning back into the golden fighting heart and combining, as if it is breeding some new creature.

Defeat? How is it possible? In an instant, Dorata felt that he had found the dawn of survival in desperate situations, and his low heart was like a lotus petal blooming in full bloom! The war hammer in his hand that seemed to be in a low position began to shine again, as if a small sun was held in his hand. With the waving turned into dozens or hundreds of golden suns, countless suns finally gathered together to become a huge golden sun, rushing towards the center of the angry lotus.

The energetic shoulders shook slightly, and countless angry lotus swords shrank rapidly. It was no longer a huge angry lotus, but a long river! The galaxy that penetrated the night sky! The long river that drowned all the flames.

Te Jiaofei's pupils contracted rapidly, and the needle tip was shining with cold light in surprise. This sword! It was countless momentum, as if it really merged the stars and rivers in the sky into this sword! It seemed that it was no longer a sword, but a long river in the starry sky! The energy was like the god of this small world, and the river of the star was created in his hands.

A nearly creation knife swept across the huge sun, and the hammers were completely intertwined, and countless pieces of debris and metal and sparks flew everywhere.

Dorata's hammer surpassed the strongest moment in the past. The entire spiritual fighting spirit was infinitely raised, as if even the high stars could not stop him from rising, and he wanted to break through the stars hanging in the sky! The moment the swords and hammers intersected, the soil on the ground at Dorata's feet gathered together and rose up. The clothes were torn off by the fighting spirit, completely shattered, revealing its thick body. The layer of red body hair was also completely crushed by the rotating fighting spirit, like a burning body of flames.

"This is……"

Dorata's chest suddenly felt stuffy, as if he was hit by a war hammer. The rising fighting spirit, the almost condensed fighting spirit, was like an egg that broke the shell, was pressed back by the pressure of the collapse of the sky, and the fighting spirit that had been condensed to the half will no longer continue to be generated.

One knife? Two knife? One hundred knife? Or one knife?

Dorata found that it was impossible to tell whether the Qianjin was like a galaxy sword. Is it a slash or a bombardment from countless slashes? The only feeling was that it was suppressed, completely suppressed, and the quiet world was completely destroyed by the storm.

"ah……"

"Ouch……"

The horse thief who fell to the ground near the ground was broken by the metal debris flying out of the war hammer. The severe pain made them wail.

Te Jiaofei tilted his head and avoided the flying fragments. He secretly felt fortunate that if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, even with the body-protecting fighting skills, he could not withstand the attack of the broken iron. That was the debris of the fighting soldiers.

The dust surrounding the two men gradually dispersed and landed. The horse thieves who could no longer see the battlefield clearly looked at the two men in the center of the battlefield with their eyes dull.

The battle is over, but the way it ends is unrecognizable.

"Damn! I won... how could it be possible?" Te Jiaofei rubbed his eyes hard and stared at Dorata, who was slashing his neck with a sabre on his neck.

Lost! Te Jiaofei really doubted that he had read it wrong. Only the Demon-Destroying Warrior could know how powerful this fierce dwarf is. Even the horse thief Ba Huang Wusheng once said that Dorata is the first person under the golden fighting spirit today!

As long as there is no warrior who condenses the fighting soul, it is impossible to defeat Dorata! Even if it is a warrior who has awakened his bloodline power, even two bloodline warriors who have reached the top level of the Golden Fighting Heart, they cannot defeat Dorata when using their bloodline to fight.

Perhaps, today's six ultimate bloodline warriors can use the top holy fighting skills in the family to escape, and it is impossible to defeat Dorata.

Such a dwarf was defeated! He was defeated by a warrior who was just the top-notch fighter, the Demon-killing Nine Battles... He was not even a Demon-killing Warrior!

Losing? Dorata's tall body seemed to be a deflated ball, and from a height of more than two meters to a short and strong look that was above one meter at the beginning. His two huge eyes stared blankly at the war hammer falling to the ground.

This battle was not only a failure in combat skills, but also a defeat in weapons! Before the magic on the Storm Hammer could be activated, it was slashed by the sabre!

Not just a break! But a modification! Dorata felt that he was still activateing the magic on the war hammer, but the magic that would fly out with the fighting skills in the past did not fly out this time, but rushed into his body along the war hammer!

Magic is still the same magic! It’s just that magic, the launching track and direction are completely different! The momentary stun magic, without any defense, directly caused instant stun, directly caused instant stun. Just a moment, victory, loss, life and death are enough to determine the final result, defeat!

Is it a coincidence? Or... Dorata slowly raised his head, forgetting that there was a slash of horse-slaying sabre on his neck that could take his life at any time. The ferocious blade left a shallow blood mark on his thick neck, and there was no pain. He just looked at Qianjin, his eyes were full of guesses.
Chapter completed!