"What? You thought you could escape with him, haha..." Kaka's voice was very tender, but he was very arrogant and arrogant. When the laughter stopped, a green light appeared in his eyes, "Tell me! I am the head here. If you catch me, you may have a chance to escape, but if you catch that idiot, even if you kill him today, you will..."

Puff~~

The cold cross sword penetrated ** and made a series of sounds that tear the muscles. This strange sound made Kaka's tone pause, and in everyone's eyes, the cold cross sword penetrated directly into the chief's back, penetrated his body, and drops of blood dripped along the tip of the sword and fell on the ground.

"It seems that he is not as useless as you said!" Looking at the face whose face changed at the same time, Xia Zuo smiled coldly and pulled out the cross sword from the chief's body.

As soon as Xia Zuo's cross sword was pulled out, the chief's figure was kneeling on the ground in everyone's eyes. Seeing that the figure was about to collapse on the ground, Xia Zuo's hand suddenly grabbed his hair, and the cross sword in his hand was placed straight on his neck...

"Let him go! I'll let you leave." Seeing Xia Zuo's cross sword about to cut the chief's throat, although he knew Xia Zuo was deliberately threatening him, Kaka had to give in.

The knight's eyes couldn't help but put on Xia Zuo. In this case, any rational person knew that he would make a rational choice, but Xia Zuo... might not be considered a rational person!

Xia Zuo looked directly at the little ghost, and suddenly smiled coldly at him on his face. However, the cross sword in his hand was cut open the chief's neck in front of everyone. As blood splashed out from his throat, he felt the life in his hand passing rapidly until the end of his life, there was no change in Xia Zuo's face!

Gululu~~

Throwing his head in front of the red-faced Kaka, the chief's body slowly fell on the ground, dark blood seeped into the soil, and a stench that could not be hidden. Xia Zuo waved the cross sword in his hand, and the blood flew away from the sword body with it. Xia Zuo held the cross sword tightly in his hand and pointed directly at the figure opposite, "We are the most powerful knights. Even if we want to leave, we don't need to use that dirty method. Now let's take a look: Is your faith strong or our courage strong?"

Kaka has never met a person like this. The other party can see through his plan so early, which is enough to prove that he is a smart person, but he kills the chief in front of everyone, which is equivalent to throwing away the chips. There is obviously a better way, why did he do such a seemingly stupid but unpredictable action?

Did they already know that the Chief could use dark magic and threaten them, so they would kill him first, or... just want to shock himself!? Well, he did it.

The blood was like restless magma, constantly rolling in the body, and the red halo was flowing under the skin, making Xia Zuo's face reveal a strange color. The cross sword in his hand seemed to have a premonition of the battle that he had waited for, and it made a buzzing trembling and shock, and the sword was also intertwined with unprecedented light.

Huhu...

The whistling sound that never happened was whistling in the space. The strange silence did not last long. A golden light appeared on Kaka's body. The clear and powerful language echoed in the space from his mouth. Such language could not even be understood by Xia Zuo. He could only feel that there was a fearful fluctuation in his voice.

With the echo of the spell, figures stood out from the crowd and stood in front of Kaka...

"Be careful, this is a magical technique!" A quick voice sounded from behind, and Xia Zuo knew it was Lancaster's voice as soon as he heard it.

The legendary magic comes from the so-called gods. In addition to having the golden fighting spirit, they must be a devout believer. Only in this way can the gods teach you how to use this power. Otherwise, there is no difference between the golden fighting spirit and the general fighting spirit?

But when you know how to use it correctly, you can indeed exert unimaginable powers, such as: healing, amplification, speeding up, blessings, etc., but a little devil can use such magical powers, which is beyond everyone's expectations. No wonder even Lancaster made Xia Zuo be careful!

The golden light shrouded the Hebrews. While the strange light brought them strength, it also gave them courage. The originally quiet and depressing atmosphere, accompanied by the flash of the golden light, became restless again. The Hebrews looked at the knight bravely, and there was no longer the previous shrinkage.

"Loyalty - glory - courage"

Xia Zuo shouted loudly at the three major principles of the knight, and the surging fighting spirit exploded from his body at this moment. Faced with this unknown force, Xia Zuo did not retreat at all. He hesitated. His whole figure turned into a phantom and rushed over first. As Xia Zuo's figure just moved, Duoge's figure had already rushed over first.

With the striking figure, the sharp claws in his hand shaking the blocker's figure. Then, the sharp teeth frantically thrust at the figures...

The figures of the Hebrews surged like a sea of ​​people. Unlike the natives on the ice field, the Hebrews each held weapons tightly, iron forks, sharpened wooden sticks, homemade bows and arrows, and poisonous needles on the blowing tube... Although it was simple, it could indeed be considered weapons. However, it did not show any fear in Xia Zuo's eyes. There was only madness and bloodthirst flashing in the beating of his eyes.

Puff...

He held the cross sword tightly in his hand and directly inserted into the crowd. Then, Xia Zuo's entire figure crashed into the crowd, and a torn roar deep in his throat, like a monster that had been sleeping for a long time, and a roar after awakening.

There was a sudden turmoil in the crowd. Countless people squeezed close to them, under the suppression of Xia Zuo's powerful force, were forced to retreat. The cross sword in his hand was constantly stirred up. With the harvest of the cross sword, the bodies of several people were cut, and the slippery internal organs and the remaining limbs rolled down to the ground, and then they were trampled under their feet.

The opponent's weapons were protected by Xia Zuo's heavy armor, just like a joke. Xia Zuo smashed all obstacles in the most arrogant way, and with the continuous advancement, countless blood and broken bones were spread on his way forward...

The blood dyed Xia Zuo's vision red, and the fighting spirit on his body was rotating wildly with killing. The red halo under his skin seemed to become more and more intense, and the flames that had dimmed for a long time were shining with unprecedented light along with such a battle.

Xia Zuo roared, the Cross Sword was killing wildly, and his feet continued to move forward: Even if they had weapons, even if they had gained the increase in their strength, even if they gained courage, they were still weak and pitiful in Xia Zuo's eyes. At least their strength was far from comparable to the natives on the ice field; at least their cruelty was far inferior to the monsters on the ice field...

Since this is the case, why does Xia Zuo need to be afraid of them! When will the lion be afraid of the sheep?
Chapter completed!