Wu's warrior is a black man, his whole body covered with muscles like small hills. His eyes are straight, his upper body is swollen, and his lower body is wearing a long animal skin skirt. Explosive black hair hangs in the air, making him look like a hero.
The lion's neck is as hairy as ever, and when it appears, it gives people a sense of the pressure of Mount Tai.
There are many obvious scars on the dark skin, which are densely packed, just like the markings on a tiger. The clearest one is the scar from the heart to the waist. Unless you have experienced life and death, there are thousands of scars.
It is impossible for such scars to appear. And for someone to have so many proud scars all over his body, it is obvious that the other person is a warrior who has experienced life and death for a long time.
Boom~!
The giant ax hit the ground heavily, and cracks like spider webs spread outward. The cultivation level approaching the thousand-year crystal power exuded a dangerous aura. A pair of golden beast eyes like a Tyrannosaurus rex, with the talent of the god of death.
Some of the strong death energy was swept out coldly towards Wei Tian and Diarmuid.
"Who comes first!!!"
It was as if he hadn't spoken for many years, and there was a hint of boredom in his tone. But it was still sonorous and powerful, just like the bells ringing in an ancient temple, giving people a feeling that it was too loud.
"I told you that I challenged first!"
With a slight hint of helplessness, Diarmuid held the Spear of Judgment, which was about two meters long, on his left shoulder, and in his right hand held his Demon-Breaking Short Spear, which was about one third of the length of the spear. He stood quietly in front of the man with the giant axe.
In front of him, the very handsome face showed a happy and bright expression. But the eager eyes flashed in his eyes, which still completely exposed all the thoughts in this guy's heart.
The black man flashed a hint of surprise, let alone Diarmuid, a guy who has only been in the crystal level for four or five years. Even if he has officially entered the crystal level, a crystal level master who has been in the crystal level for more than a hundred years will still be confused by him when facing him.
The pressure that was deliberately created was so shocking that I was speechless.
But Diarmuid still acted very relaxed, as if all the pressure was no longer a threat in front of him. The relaxed expression had a very natural and comfortable smile, and the desire to fight in his eyes made this man
The black man, who was close to a thousand-year-old crystal-level cultivation and was the strongest person in the second-level temple, put away his little thoughts.
"My name is Batore! Is your name Diarmuid? I will remember your name!"
The black man Batore lifted his tomahawk, which weighed a hundred kilograms, with one arm. It was like a huge door, weighing heavily on his shoulders. The three-meter tomahawk weighed heavily on his shoulders.
, immediately caused the ground under Ba Torre's feet to shatter. It can be seen that the battle ax is so heavy that it has exceeded Diarmuid's own weight.
However, Diarmuid did not focus on Ba Torre's battle ax, but on Ba Torre. The reason is very simple. A crystal level master who is approaching a thousand years will pay attention to a crystal level master who has just entered the crystal level.
Four or five years of existence. This shows that Ba Tuore will not take the next battle lightly. He will definitely go all out and defeat himself with the strongest attack.
Sure enough, he is worthy of being an existence that has lived for thousands of years. Even if he stays in the Holy Soul Palace for a long time, his rich combat experience will be much richer than that of Diarmui, a guy who is only in his thirties. Just with one glance, he can
From the point of view of whether an enemy is worthy of attention, Batore is no longer a young master.
Diarmuid had just challenged the first level and was so perverted. It was inevitable that Diarmuid would secretly wonder what the next battle would be like. Therefore, he no longer showed any relaxed smile, and his eyes exuded an absolutely fierce aura.
Diarmuid said calmly: "Come and fight!!! Batore!!!"
Diarmuid showed his respect for Ba Torre in his own way and jumped down from the phoenix. He refused the help of the fire phoenix Kristisna and raised his spear resolutely, finally revealing that he had deliberately hidden it.
A long time of fighting spirit.
Boom~!
The fighting spirit of about two thousand years of cultivation immediately shattered the ground beneath his feet as soon as it appeared. It flowed continuously, as if stirring the vast sea, and began to sweep towards Ba Tuore like a ferocious beast that had materialized.
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Standing still, he was not attracted by Diarmuid's fighting spirit at all. Ba Tuore, whose face was still as dark as water, slightly raised his giant ax weighing more than 100 kilograms with one hand. The spirit in his eyes could be seen.
The light flashed past, and the giant ax like a mountain roared and fell towards Diarmuid.
So fast!
Not only Diarmuid, but also Wei Tian was slightly surprised by the speed of the axe. Because the ax struck so fast, it was like lightning driving thunder, and it collapsed in an instant.
The air in front of Diarmuid was split quickly, and the moment the remaining power spread outward, the hard stone floor was already shattered.
A piece of it was shattered.
If Wei Tian faced an extremely fast and urgent axe, he should have at least ten ways to dodge it. After all, Wei Tian, who has rich fighting methods, can deal with various fighting situations anytime and anywhere. However, this way
With his ax power, there is only one way to deal with Diarmuid, and that is to avoid it!
Yes, Ba Tuore uses heavy weapons. Generally, heavy weapons are very powerful. But the greater the power, the slower the attack speed. Especially this kind of giant ax that weighs more than 100 kilograms.
The inertia is very huge. Under such an attack, after a moment of attack, there will be a pause in the return of force. And the moment of return of force, it is the time for Diarmuid to attack.
Boom~!
Diarmuid reacted extremely quickly and retreated, accurately avoiding this extremely fierce heavy axe. The battle ax struck the ground hard, and the whole thing was shattered into pieces in an instant. It seemed as if he was enduring
Like a mountainous pressure, when the ground began to fluctuate like a magnitude 3 earthquake, half of the entire giant ax was embedded in the ground.
Chance!!!
Diarmuid's eyes were like lightning, and he immediately opened them to the maximum extent. He could see the moment when the heavy ax fell on the ground with incomparable accuracy, and there was a slight pause. At the moment when Ba Torre put away the axe.
, Diarmuid immediately shouted loudly, and in an instant, the Spear of Judgment in his right hand turned into a golden lightning, pierced the air, tore and stabbed straight towards Ba Tuore.
Is it a hit?
Faced with such a situation, not only Diarmuid wondered why the masters in the Holy Soul Palace were so bad, but even Wei Tian was very surprised why such a situation occurred. Seeing such a shot, everyone was trying to retract the axe.
The powerful Ba Tuore was obviously unable to withstand it. Unless he abandoned his ax and ran away, he would have no choice but to be pierced.
However, the result was nothing like what he imagined. Instead of abandoning his ax and running away, Batore suddenly pressed his wrist heavily at this moment, as if it was a lever.
The moment his wrist dropped, the battle ax was raised high. It drew a sad arc, and it struck Diarmuid's shoulder at a speed that was still a little too fast.
So fast, like thunder and lightning!
Due to the close distance, Diarmuid was unintentional. The tomahawk had quickly broken through the air and pressed on Diarmuid's shoulder. With a squeaking sound, he pushed it back despite his efforts.
The body was injured, but the giant ax still broke through the armor on Diarmuid's body, accompanied by a high fountain of blood. In just one round of confrontation, Diarmuid was already seriously injured.
Ta-ta-ta-!!!
The iron boots touched the ground several times, and Diarmui quickly opened the distance between him and Ba Tuore. Weiwei gently covered the wound that was constantly bleeding. Although he was injured in just one round,
, Diarmuid did not become angry at this time. Instead, he had a calm face, and actually calmed down again at this time.
"Diarmuid, you should be like a knight and cooperate with your riders to fight with me. Don't stand on the ground like a spearman and collide with a warrior!" Swirling the tomahawk.
, after hitting the ground fiercely, with a complaining and dissatisfied tone, Batore said with a cold face.
"How long has Ctisna been able to hold on as a 1,500-year-old monster-level cultivator?" Diarmuid's left shoulder was injured, and his entire left arm could no longer lift any strength. Even the short spear in his hand had been dropped at this time.
On the ground, there was only one Spear of Judgment held in his right hand. Diarmuid, who already had a huge gap in experience, now had an even greater gap with Ba Torre.
But faced with such a predicament, Diarmuid still persisted in his belief. This made Ba Tuore very unhappy. He once again slightly raised his hand and raised his battle ax, and said: "How long have you persisted? Maybe
It won’t last long, but at least I’ll be much happier than I am now!” After saying that, Batore was swinging his battle ax fiercely, attacking with great violence, and at the same time, he let out a final cold shout.
, said: "Then I'll deal with you first. I hope the next guy can make me happier."
As he spoke, Ba Torre had already raised his battle ax high, and the evil presence appeared above Diarmuid's head. The bright flashing light of the ax seemed to be endowed with lightning-like speed and a pair of eyes that could automatically track the enemy.
The thunderous battle ax completely forced Diarmuid into a dangerous situation in an instant...