Volume 5 Rising Winds and Clouds Chapter 4 Empty Hands and Swords and Dissection
The fifth volume of the wind and clouds surging Chapter 4 Entering the blade with empty hands and splitting the bones!
The mercenaries bravely walked out of the tavern, flipped and fell to the ground, and checked his injuries by Neham Aman, who had printed a pit on the ground.
But the result of the inspection was that Naiham Aman, who was thrown out, fainted directly.
He was not hurt at all, but the earth was tragic... Such a big pit broke...
The mercenaries were a little afraid of this mysterious man in black robe.
Old Mike and the young mercenary were sweating coldly, and they were also trying to think about the identity of this man in black robe.
Is it the prince of the Gran Empire? The young master of the White Tiger is dead? No, he is a warrior using an axe.
Is it that the young master of the Qinglong of the Gran Empire who is admired? But he will never come to this mercenary country alone!
And according to legend, he likes to wear green clothes and is a great knight, but this man in black robe does not ride a horse...
Then who is he?
The mercenaries thought.
At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded.
The mercenaries standing outside the tavern, with their faces as if dead, rolled into the tavern and shouted anxiously: "Warriors, it's the Warriors' Mercenary Group that is here..."
"Ah...this...this doesn't matter to us... let's go..." The noisy voice suddenly filled the entire tavern.
When faced with danger, people became confused...
Old Mike and the young mercenaries were also a little excited, but they were not afraid of the Warrior Mercenary Group, but were excited to see the mysterious man in black robe take action so that they could know who he was.
"Oh my god... is my tavern really going to be destroyed?" the boss murmured in frustration.
"The wine is good, this tavern will not be closed..." A gentle voice rang out with full determination.
The boss raised his head and saw an empty wine glass on the bar at some point, and the man in black robe had already arrived at the door.
Old Mike and the young mercenaries followed excitedly, and many mercenaries followed closely...
The man in black robe stood at the door but did not move. His gentle voice rang out again: "Don't go out..."
The mercenaries were stunned and had to stand in the tavern.
The man in black robe walked outside in that unique way.
The old Mike and the young mercenary were very curious, and they walked slowly out the door.
He poked his head out and saw that the man in black was facing a group of warriors and mercenaries holding weapons.
The stout mercenary man in the lead, holding a giant sword with both hands, shouted: "Who are you? Why are you blocking the road?"
"Is he yours?" The man in black asked directly without any intention of answering their words.
Looking at the voice of the man in black, I saw Neham Aman lying fainted in a large pit on the ground beside him.
"You beat this bastard Naiham Aman?" asked the stout man in the lead frowned.
"I was upset about a barking dog, so I slapped him..." the man in black robe said softly.
"A slap?" Hearing the black-robed man's words, the mercenaries in the tavern realized that they had knocked the black iron swordsman away with just one slap...
"Do you know who I am?" the stout mercenary man raised his eyebrows and asked roughly.
"I don't know..."
"I am the leader of the Warrior Mercenary Group..." The man was about to talk big, but was interrupted by the voice of the man in black and robe: "I don't care who you are, I will give you a chance to take your people out of here now."
"Haha... In this Utred town, no one can order the Warrior Mercenary Group to leave, even the White Tiger Knights of the Gran Empire cannot." The man was obviously angry and laughed loudly.
"White Tiger Knights?" The man in black robe was stunned and murmured.
"Boy, you are so arrogant. My leader of the Warrior Mercenary Group, Lancelot Jerrel, the Golden Sword Soldier, requested a duel with you!" Lancelot Jerrel, the Golden Sword Soldier, immediately shouted loudly.
"Duel?" When the man in black robe heard these two words, he seemed to be trapped in memory, and he murmured.
"Oh my God... Golden Sword Soldier Lancelot Jerrell..." Behind Old Mike, a group of mercenaries chattered and discussed.
"Do you dare to accept it?" Lancelot Jerrell, the golden swordsman, found that the man in black robe opposite was not speaking, and shouted in dissatisfaction.
The mercenaries from the group of warrior mercenaries behind Lancelot Jerrell immediately shouted loudly: "Dull, duel..."
"Okay!" After a long time, the man in black robe replied simply.
"Then you will die!" said Lancelot Jerrel, the golden swordsman, with a hideous look on his rough face.
His muscle-filled arm was waving a giant sword with both hands, and bursts of hot red flames wrapped around his body.
"Oh my God... the fighting spirit of the fire element..." The mercenaries began to talk.
"Are you scared?" asked Lancelot Jerrel, the golden swordsman, with that hideous look.
"Do you set off fireworks? Just hurry up..." The man in black robe didn't care at all and urged.
"You are looking for death..." With a loud shout, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jerrell was angry. He slashed out with force, and the fiery red sword energy broke through the air and slashed at the black-robed man in a "rumbling" manner.
"So slow speed..." The man in black seemed to shake his head and sighed.
"Go to die..." Golden Swordsman Lancelot Jerel smiled grimly.
The fiery red sword energy was slashing towards the black-robed man step by step. In just one second, this huge fiery red semicircular sword energy could directly open the black-robed man.
Think about it, when the black-robed man's internal organs were all scattered on the ground and bright red blood was splattering everywhere, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller excitedly licked his shriveled lips with his tongue. He liked the stimulation of killing.
It’s a pity that he can’t meet this scene today.
The man in black robe disappeared in an incredible way.
The fiery red semicircular sword energy directly cut off a big tree around...
Where is the person?
The golden swordsman Lancelot Jerrell's hand holding the sword was a little wet, and the corners of his eyes were pounding quickly...
"How do you want to die?" A gentle voice came out from the air around.
"I don't want to die, go and die!" The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller was obviously extremely angry. He roared, and his fighting spirit rose rapidly like flames. He waved his giant sword with both hands and slashed around him.
The mercenaries behind him retreated one after another...
After waving for a long time, he used a lot of fighting spirit, but the man in black robe had not yet been found. Lancelot Jerel gasped, stared at his cow's eyes, and shouted: "If you have sex, don't run away! If you have sex, come out and face me head-on!"
"Okay!" An evil laughter rang out.
The golden swordsman Lancelot Jerrell stared at him and saw that the man in black robes was standing there five steps in front of him.
"Wowhaha... go to die!" After being played with by the man in black robe for so long, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jerrell, who saw that this damn guy was willing to appear, laughed a few times, raised his giant sword with both hands and slashed forward.
"Can this kind of toy be called a sword? I'll throw it away for you!" But when the man in black robe smiled evilly, he looked at the giant sword and slashed at his head, not hiding or avoiding the way.
Before the sound fell, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller felt a flash of sight before his eyes. A soft force came from his hand. His hand was released in panic. After a moment of ease, a "clang" sound rang in his ear.
He looked at it and saw that his giant sword with both hands was thrown not far away as scrap iron.
The mercenaries watching around took a cold breath together. They could take away the golden swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's full strength and still drop it. In just one second, this may be... I'm afraid only God can do it.
The man in black robe used the skill of using the sword without hands to get into the sword without hands.
"Ah..." As a golden swordsman, Lancelot Jerel, who was a golden swordsman, roared angrily and raised his fist full of fighting spirit and smashed it hard.
"Your hands are not good, I'll help you remove them all!" The evil voice continued.
Before the golden swordsman Lancelot Jerel could react, he could only hear a crisp "pop" sound.
His hands were filled with a heart-wrenching pain, and then he lost consciousness; cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he screamed at the top of his throat like a pig.
"How does it feel to split the bones of the bones?" the man in black asked with a smile.
The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller looked at him and saw that this was not his own hands!
It has clearly turned into two twists and turns, twisting together in a mess...
He screamed loudly, his face full of fear.
"You don't want this hand anymore. Do you think you want this leg?" The man in black robe took a step forward and asked with a wicked smile.
Hearing this evil voice, all the mercenaries present took a breath of air conditioning.
It's really scary. This is not a human, it's just a devil...
Before they knew it, many mercenaries began to tremble, fear and fear engulfed their hearts.