Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1752 Sword Soul, Sword Saint

"Uncle Bwanga, do you still remember the Moaning Cave near the Erwin Line of Defense 12 years ago?"

Bahn's clothes were tattered, and there was a ray of red light in the shape of a cross at the heart. The shattered bones and flesh were healing visible to the naked eye. The powerful vitality made the Bantu warriors stare solemnly.

It may be difficult for ordinary human beings to take such serious injuries, so the professional team should prepare to carry them away.

It was the blood-drinking cross from Taimart of Despair. He melted into his heart and flesh, causing himself to evolve, and now he is no different from the pretender.

"My memory is still fresh, so clear that it seems like it happened yesterday. At that time, I was just an adult, and I stepped into the realm of the awakened sword master. People who knew me praised my talent, and no one at the same age could surpass it. right."

Buvanga was silent when he heard the words, but he was not distracted by the memories. One of the old Bantu's experience dogmas is that you should never have the slightest bit of compassion for the beasts you have fought with, because it is very painful. It might kill you.

But what Bahn said is correct, the young boy is the awakened one, which really surprised A-Gumpzuo and Xi Lan at that time. The Cave Survey Team” is commendable for its courage.

"Uncle Bwanga, did you get anything from the Wailing Cave?" Bahn pointed to his heart, his face covered in blood, and he grinned menacingly, "I got something called fear. "

An extremely proud and arrogant swordsman genius, he thinks that the sky is high and the earth is wide. I hold a sword and travel freely, but I was beaten to pieces in the mourning cave, and almost died on the spot.

Kane, the new head of the Imperial Purple Mist Group, died, as did his sister Lynn, and all the other members of the investigation team died in the Moaning Cave.

Even though he fought side by side with the other three Juggernauts, he was still crushed by Sherlock. If Lukexi hadn't unlocked the chain, he was in a crazy state, and slashed Sherlock's core with a single knife. He would have been buried in the mourning cave long ago. For mud and dust.

The most unacceptable thing for Barn is that after a series of investigations, he learned that when Sherlock, who loves warmth and sunshine, was suppressed in the cold and dark cave of mourning, his strength had long since disappeared.

Oh my God, how powerful and shocking would a pinnacle apostle be?

Ozma made the most perfect interpretation. In less than half a day, he went from the Chester area to Vettaron, unstoppable and invincible all the way.

Become stronger!

Only when you become stronger, you will not be dominated by others, only when you are stronger, you can step on the cheeks of the proud, and only when you are the strongest, can you surpass everyone.

strength!

Bahn was faintly insane, and the strong shock brought to him by the Cave of Sorrows and Ozma prompted him to use all means to achieve his goal, just to look down on everything.

"Uncle Bwanga, the empire's experiments have yielded a lot of results, at most two more years... no, in one year, we will be able to come up with effective methods to eliminate the risk of the experiment, and everyone will be able to A chance to gain strength."

Barn couldn't hide his enthusiasm, shook his recovered arm, raised his dagger again, and continued: "Nowadays, although the frequency of transfer phenomena is much lower, disasters still occur frequently in the Arad continent. The remaining breath caused many monsters to mutate, and the people suffered greatly from it."

"Uncle Buwanga, think about it, if everyone can become a professional professional, then they don't have to worry about the infestation of monsters. Isn't this a great wish for world peace?"

With a lot of long-winded words, Buwanga sneered with a cold face, "Then, how many people will die during the experiment? The empire's experiment is full of ambition and desire, and I can't see any reason for it in it." The fruit of your people's pursuit of happiness is nothing but pale bones."

"Isn't it normal to make some small sacrifices before creating a great foundation for all generations?"

If the Delos Empire has mastered the relevant abilities, will it really be as Bahn said? I'm afraid not. The Kashu Sect of the Demon Realm is a very clear example.

When "ordinary and ordinary" suddenly hits the big luck, and possesses extraordinary strength, it will only quickly enlarge the dark side of the heart, and try to show its own sense of superiority as much as possible.

The Royal Knights is indeed one of the most elite knights in the empire. Even though the Bantus have wizard shamans to help out, the Walkers and Tulus are the bravest fighters, but they still only fought equally and hurt each other.

The outcome of the battle between Bwanga and Bahn is also the key to the outcome of both parties.

"I'm sorry that you turned into such a ghost, but no matter what, I must kill the Purple Mist regiment and the legion at that time, and no one can stop it." Buvanga easily picked up the huge totem blunt weapon, which resembled It was a pillar of the palace, and it made a circle of deep marks on the ground.

"It's a pity that we can't have a good time with wine. There is good wine in the palace..." Bain sighed helplessly, and he was a little foolish. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly untied the chain of his ghost hand.

The bright red veins quickly spread from the arms, covering Bahn's neck and face in a few breaths. His handsome and fair appearance was a bit strange and eerie at the moment, like a crook who studied evil secrets.

"Although the empire failed to find a way to cure the ghost hand, but through experiments on many ghost swordsmen, it has mastered a method to become stronger without losing their sanity."

Suddenly, Buvanga's pupils shrank slightly, and the two bright feathers next to his ears, which symbolized the identity of the patriarch, were cut off by a sword light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and they fell to the ground.

Bahn raised his left hand proudly, confidently and calmly, as if he felt that the outcome was decided, "The ghost hand, combined with a little transfer power, endowed me with faster and stronger power."

In order to become stronger, he will do whatever it takes.

"His heart has changed, and he can no longer return to the original and set foot on the original, but through a series of experiments and grafting, he has almost the destructive ability of the original level." Buwanga murmured, quickly raised his weapon, and attacked Bahn offensive.

Ding!
With the sound of metal and iron colliding, Buvanga's totem blunt weapon blessed by the wizards was sliced ​​off by the sharp sword light, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The battle between the two was like a gust of wind and rain, and the sword energy split the earth and spread to a large area. A mountain was flattened and collapsed, rolling down.

Bahn became more and more courageous in the battle, his eyes widened with excitement, and he exhaled hot air from his mouth and nose. The bright red lines all over his skin seemed to come alive, and he had the absolute upper hand.

"Uncle, your physique is the most perfect I have ever seen. You only need a little evolution to leap into the sky, like looking down on the world from the top of a holy mountain... storm style!"

puff!
Bwanga's shoulders, arms, and waist were spattered with blood, and he frowned solemnly. As the swordsman's second life, his huge weapon was about to be whittled down to a bare stick.

Boom!

A severed sword blade suddenly fell to the ground, and Bahn was stunned, slightly shocked. In a blink of an eye, his dagger was broken by some kind of hard object.

"Bantu hunters will always carry a second short knife with them when they go hunting." Buwanga said lightly, throwing away the wooden stick in his hand and replacing it with a one-foot-long weapon.

This thing is still the raw ore sent by Yelin. It is said that it comes from the highest holy mountain in Tai Boers. There is a very strong big eagle lying on it every day to practice. It can shatter the mountain with one claw. It might just be a flying caterpillar or something.

"It turns out that you, Uncle Bwanga, can use a short sword." Bain threw away the broken sword in his hand, and he looked very evil when he smiled. Bitter bone blade.

"Being able to ask this question, it seems that you have really forgotten where your sword is." Buvanga wiped the wound on his body, and in just a few minutes of fighting, Bahn left a few wounds on his body. Ten wounds, his tower-like body was bathed in blood.

"Those who have a tacit understanding with weapons and can resonate with them are called sword souls. Those who are proficient in handling all kinds of soldiers and drive them at will are sword masters! I'm just used to using blunt weapons, not knowing nothing about other weapons. Barn, even you Have you forgotten the concept of a sword master?"

The burly body like a snow mandrill burst out with a terrifying speed that didn't fit his body shape, and the streamer of Buvanga's sprint seemed to turn into a mighty and extraordinary wolf, with some kind of indescribable divinity attached to it.

Extreme God Sword Technique·Wolf God Slash!
The wolf god bestows courage, the bull god bestows strength, and Kunilai can kick (cross out)... The mythical beasts worshiped by the Bantu people are not non-existent things. In the process, I got a lot of benefits.

Bahn's heart fluctuated very obviously, almost breaking through his ribs. He used his arm as a knife, and his body turned into a bright red streamer, interlacing with Buwanga's phantom of the wolf.

Instant cut!

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　The second is later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)