The cold light spurted out from the mouth, and instantly frozen the figures of six or seven people. The figures of Duoge flew out and hit their bodies directly. The bodies were directly smashed by Duoge and scattered into countless ice debris. Just as everyone's eyes widened, the light condensed in its mouth again, and the whole figure flew out again. Then, even larger trunks of ice breath spewed out from the mouth...

Duoge seemed to want to vent all the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for this period of time, so he kept urging his own energy and spitting out ice breath. With the clearing of light, the figures that were frozen and rushed backed back irresistible. Faced with this strange and irresistible force, they could not think of any other way besides retreating.

Duoge made a long and loud cry, and the sound was filled with extreme pleasure. At this time, his heart was beating at a frequency that was beyond normal. With this beating, both the strength of the body and the energy contained in the body were all recovering at an extremely fast speed. Duoge only felt that there was a huge amount of energy accumulated on the body now, and no matter how it was used, it would never dry up.

The noisy figures were fighting on the main road, and the figures of the demons kept retreating, and behind the many knights, there were endless blood and limbs left. In this vanguard unit, in addition to some people familiar to Xia Zuo, there was also a stranger, the monk introduced to Xia Zuo by the dwarf.

He didn't have any weapons in his hand, but he just used his fists to continuously attack the group of well-equipped soldiers. With every attack, the fists contained unimaginable power. When it hit his body, even if they were covered with cold and hard armor, the terrible force could still penetrate directly into their ** through protection.

With every time the fist is smashed, there will be a crackling sound on his body. His attack is coherent, and there is no gap or stop along the way. His own spiritual will seems to be completely integrated with the **. Shoulders, elbows, knees... every part of his body is a means of attack, without any gaps.

Speed, power, movement... all the talents in combat. All the strength that bursts together is absolutely unimaginable. Continuous attacks are like storms, without giving people a breath, or even making people feel suffocating.

His expression still showed peace. Even if blood and flesh were hit by his fists, they splashed directly into the space and stained on his face, and still could not change the peace on his face. His rushing speed was extremely fast. Compared to those who held swords in their hands or possessed other weapons, his ** was the most powerful weapon. Later, Xia Zuo knew it from him. This was called: moves!

Xia Zuo once trained his own slaughter, and later evolved his body into weapons, allowing the mental and will to be integrated with the slaughter. But compared with him, Xia Zuo's attack was like a joke, far from being compared with him.

"Damn. What kind of monster is this?" Hesse stood behind the monk, looking at the figure rushing in the crowd, cursing unwillingly, but he was glad that he didn't cause trouble for him.

The crowd was squeezing on the main road, and the wide sword in Xia Zuo's hand was still waving instinctively. He had killed many creatures, but he had never killed humans like this. But since he entered the East Road, killing has been with him. However, the environment he is in now and the responsibilities he bears on his shoulders made him choose to ignore this invisibly.

There are only some things that cannot be ignored just by wanting to ignore. Looking at the faces that turned into silent under the sword and feeling the warm liquid splashing on the body, Xia Zuo's consciousness began to fall into confusion: Are all evil among them? Some people just follow the orders of the demons? They are humans, and we are also humans, and we have the right to kill them like this...

The Five Knights naturally would not think about these irrelevant issues, while the other knights only needed to follow Xia Zuo's orders, so Xia Zuo could only bear everything!

Xia Zuo's breathing began to block, and weakness began to spread from his chest, but there were still countless moving figures in front of him...

He had killed enough people today. The cross-broad sword was covered with scars. His arms holding the sword were sore and weak. His mental and will only feel a slight sluggish. He was just a person. He could breathe and breathe; his body was full of strength and he felt tired...

The arms holding the sword began to tremble, and their face gradually turned red. A weak and dazed feeling appeared on their body. The surrounding figures were piled up on the main road. The retreating crowd seemed to see Xia Zuo's fatigue. The retreating eyes showed ferociousness, and they held the weapons in their hands and rushed up again.

Oz's figure flew past Xia Zuo and rushed directly. The five knights seemed to see that Xia Zuo was inappropriate. They each waved their weapons and rushed into Xia Zuo. Then, more figures blocked Xia Zuo...

Flashing figures swayed in front of Xia Zuo's eyes, and suddenly became a little fresh in his originally numb eyes. At this moment, a terrible scream came from further away from the castle.

The demon soldiers standing behind him felt that the ground under their feet began to experience unknown fluctuations. They couldn't help but turn around and saw a **-year-old figure holding a knife of thumb in their hands, appearing at the corner of the street.

Before he could sneer and mock him, figures appeared behind the little ghost. The faces that were originally supposed to be full of fear and fear were now showing extremely hideousness and madness. The crowd rushed behind him, like figures living in the deepest part of the darkness, carrying the only courage after despair, holding the simple weapons in his hand tightly, rushing towards them.

The faces revealed a terrible expression, like a hideous ghost trapped in hell, stretching out an unwilling hand from the cracks of the rock, vowing to drag them into hell together. It was a kind of madness and a terrible explosion that came to an extreme.

Faced with this stubborn and ferocious look, this soldier who was adopted by the demon clan and had been trained by the demon clan since childhood also showed fear at this moment...

Civilians shouted wildly, and their voices still contained unimaginable fear, but when this fear reached its peak, it would also show extremely hideousness and madness.

Xia Zuo's eyes flashed with light, as if he was in endless purgatory, and found the direction to move forward. The condensed will defeat the weakness and weakness of his body and directly overtakes the limits on the **.

Invisibly, Xia Zuo saw the fire again. The fire that had appeared in his consciousness many years ago, his originally relaxed and trembling fingers held the hilt of the sword in his hand again, and his body carried a terrifying storm and rushed straight into the battle group...

The sky fell into darkness again, and blood and fighting were staged below, dead, fighting, living, and dead. This is the story of Xia Zuo, the story of the knight, and the story of the desperate.

Blood gathered in the cracks of the stones, solidified, and then slowly passed. Countless corpses were placed on the street, and the number of demons was decreasing: even if the angry crowd was cut in half, they would still tie their bodies tightly and bite their bodies; when a seven or eight-year-old child grabbed a knife, showing hatred, and poked the demons' thighs hard; and when a pregnant woman held a kitchen knife and left the closed door... there was no suspense in this battle.

The sound of catharsis finally stagnated, and the world under the space returned to silence...

Tick, Tick, Tick...

Blood kept dripping from hair, edges, clothes... and the remaining seven or eight demon soldiers were gathered in the crowd by angry people. Every figure on the battlefield was irrepressible to breathe, and the consumption of physical strength and will allowed them to last.

The once powerful and cruel figure is now trembling like a weak prey. There are low sobs and painful whine in the crowd, but more of it is an angry breath!

"Who are the dragon slayers!"

A figure wearing magic armor stood up from the demon soldiers, facing the surrounding figure, screaming loudly.

A passage was given out from the crowd, and Xia Zuo's figure walked out of it. He couldn't help but breathe, and his body was trembling slightly, but in his eyes, there was an unprecedented light flashing, staring straight at the figure in front of him.

The warrior stared at Xia Zuo indifferently, and his voice was quiet, "As a warrior, I will challenge you!"

The crowd was rioted, and they had already recognized it. The warrior in front of them was Sir Lehn, the most famous of the Rock Fort.

"As the losers, you are not qualified to propose a duel!" Someone couldn't help but shout, and some had already suggested killing him directly, but at this time, no one took action directly.

Lehn ignored their clamor and just stared at the figure in front of him. Xia Zuo faced his gaze, took a deep breath, and stopped breathing, "I accept your duel!"

The crowd was in a burst of chaos, and the knights strictly implemented Xia Zuo's decision and began to evacuate the crowd...

Leen walked up from behind the crowd and surrounded Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo stood there, looking at the broad sword in his hand. After a series of battles, the broad sword was already full of holes. There were cracks on the broad sword body, which was caused by Xia Zuo's powerful power.

Looking at Kuan Jian, a strong figure with cheeks was reflected in Xia Zuo's eyes, "Goodbye, my friend!"

Xia Zuo inserted a wide sword into the ground. He tried so hard that the entire ground trembled. The wide and long cross sword was penetrated with great force and inserted it into about halfway. Cracked cracks appeared on the hard ground, spreading all over his body.

Xia Zuo pulled out the cross sword at his waist and looked directly at the figure opposite him. It was him who accepted the proposal of the duel, and this duel naturally belonged to him.....)

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