Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1782 I don't know how to become a god
The Underworlder Uke took out an ancient wooden walking stick from his arms, the tip was polished very sharply. This weapon made of tree spirit roots has absolutely nothing to do with a sword, and it is impossible to be resonated by Buvanga's sword intent.

"Buwanga, Shatley was led by me to sneak attack. There were eight hundred Bantu barbarians who died under my command. I pierced their throats with my own hands, and the position was very delicate. It won't take a moment Fatal, their lungs will be filled with blood, and every time they struggle to breathe, they will feel like drowning." Yuke's cold laughter made people get goosebumps.

Although he knew that Youke the Underworld was deliberately disturbing his mentality so as to expose his offensive, but the bloody Buvanga was about to burst because of this, his hair stood on end, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

"Yuke, I will tear you to pieces!"

"Now you can't even find my place, Bhuwanga. After you die, I will go to the Snowy Land of Ston. One by one, I will lift the skulls of the Bantu tribe."

On the quiet and gloomy street corner, "Yuk the Underworld" walked slowly, with a stooped figure and cloudy eyes, bringing death-like coldness, like a life-threatening ghost in the underworld.

"No, he's not Yuk, he doesn't have the sound of a heartbeat." Buvanga tried to imply that he must keep calm. For a long time in hunting in the snow-capped mountains, what he has to fight with the prey is calmness and patience.

He once spent two days and one night in the snow in order to hunt down the king of the Frost Tiger, a ferocious beast at the level of an awakener. Only at the dawn of dawn, when everything was silent, did he find the other party's laziness for a moment. By chance, the neck of the Frost Tiger King was broken.

In the criss-crossing urban streets, Buvanga stood vigilantly at the crossroads. The wolf god gave him sharp eyes. There were "Yuk the Underworld" coming here in every direction, even including the surrounding roofs, densely packed, everywhere. Yoke's crooked and vague shadow.

At a glance, there are at least nearly a thousand people, each of them is holding a short wooden weapon in his hand, grinning at the corner of his mouth, walking full of murderous intent, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

"Everyone is me, and every one is not me. Can you tell the difference?" Youke's slightly hoarse voice came from every corner in all directions. This is one of his trump cards, which can be used to attack and retreat. .

blah blah...

The old and crooked Yuke suddenly quickened his pace, rushing towards Bhuvanga with a frantic attitude towards death, true and false, false and true.

"Go away!"

Buvanga swung the huge blunt totem weapon, and a violent gust of wind blew up several gray shadows of Yuk, but immediately there was a sharp pain in the waist and abdomen, and the blood flowed profusely.

The short wooden weapon was stained with Bwanga's blood, Yuke sneered and disdainful, what a prestigious Four Swordsman is nothing more than that, just like Earl Barn, flashy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Buwanga's tower-like body was on the verge of falling, and his strong and hard muscles were covered with horrible blood holes, bathed in blood, but he insisted on not making a sound.

"Bubwanga, I have a thousand chances to take your life, but I like your painful appearance more, and it's best to match it with a little desperate wail, come on, shout out."

Many underworlders Uk laughed wildly and swarmed up, their shattered bodies turned into a wisp of evil black smoke, with a strong curse aura, they sank into Buwanga's body one after another, making his face black and gloomy.

The flesh and blood of his wound was festering rapidly, his beard and hair were gray, and he was dying.

"That's all." Yuke disdainfully hid himself among dozens of himself.

"Did you know, Yuke, the wolf's sense of smell is generally dozens of times better than that of humans." Buvanga suddenly opened his eyes, jumped like the wind, and grabbed Yuke's shoulder with a big hand like a plate, "I can smell it. Your malice and stink."

puff~
Juke's injured arm was completely pulled off by Juli, blood spurted out, and the bones were stained red.

"what!"

He fled into the shadows again, gritted his teeth and used the secret method to stop the bleeding. He was really careless, but Buvanga dared to curse his whole body in exchange for a chance to get close to him.

"I've changed my mind, I'm going to kill you directly!" Youke from the underworld shook his head regretfully, stepped heavily, a layer of ripples spread rapidly, houses collapsed wherever he passed, the human body was torn apart, and the hard plate armor was also cracked to the size of a knuckle fragments.

Celia turned her gaze, and when she raised her plain hand, a whirlwind condensed into a wind spear... "No need, this is the hatred and anger of the Bantu people." Buwanga loudly rejected Celia's kindness, and looked up unyieldingly.

"The reason why I am called the underworld is because everyone who has seen me has gone to the underworld." Yuke's figure suddenly disappeared, blending into the deep darkness, and even the tiniest breathing sound could not be heard.

A blood moon was in the sky, the light was bright red, and blood was dripping into the darkness, one drop, two drops... The dark field turned into a melancholy blood color.

The killing intent blows up with the wind, and the blood moon penetrates the darkness.

"Youyue thorn!"

Yuke's crooked figure suddenly became tall and straight, and the wind of the underworld roared. Hundreds of millions of black lights rushed like lightning, passing over Buwanga's burly body, splashing out wisps of still warm blood.

boom!
Buvanga knelt down on one knee, the muscles and veins of both legs were cut off, dripping with blood, and the pain was painful. He clenched his fists and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood foam, which was exactly as recorded in the clan.

There was a blood moon flying brightly into the sky, and the black shadows were like ghosts, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of Bantu warriors.

"A best hunter should regard himself as the prey and think from the perspective of the prey." Buvanga murmured, his eyes still bright and clear.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yuuk flew by and disappeared, and the muscles in Bhuvanga's shoulders were severed again.

Torture, torture to death!
"I'm talking, do you know the scariest thing about a blunt weapon sword master?" Buwanga punched the ground, the force vibrated, the sword resonated, and hundreds of fragments of building beams flew into the air.

"Even the grass and trees in the world, and even a barely shaped rock, are all swords! Extreme God Storm Style."

The sword formation condensed and formed in an instant, the sword intent swept across the sky, and Buwanga was bathed in golden light, faintly.A giant golden wolf howled up to the sky and shattered the blood moon. In an instant, sword lights crisscrossed, dazzling the world.

wow~

The dark realm was fragmented, and the bloody Buvanga made the wound bleed more blood. He stared at Yuke who was firmly locked by the sword formation, and stepped forward heavily, raising a huge metal totem high.

cut! (Smash!)
……

Buvanga's resolute body trembled, and he lowered his head to glance at the Yuk enchanted on the totem blunt weapon, probably the flesh and blood of two legs.

"You, damn it!" Although Yuke avoided the sword attack as much as possible, his legs were still missing and empty.

But it's not without chance, as long as the artificial eye of darkness is fused, with the extremely strong vitality it bestows, there is still a chance for the legs to grow back.

This pain must be repaid by the Bantus!

He only has one arm left, dragging his body to a certain direction with difficulty, that place... as long as he can reach that place...

Suddenly, the light above his head dimmed, and Buvanga's burly and tall body covered the sunlight and blocked his only way, and said indifferently: "Sorry, this place is full, and you have nowhere to escape."

He raised the huge totem blunt weapon and slammed it down, enchanting Yuk's head.

Dirty +1, Disgusting +1, Vengeance +10086...

On the other side, Celia had already reached the palace hall. With a push of both hands, the magnificent building was destroyed, and a long-distance road was automatically cleared.

Sitting alone on the damaged throne, Emperor Leon tightened his killing gloves, picked up a dark red spear, and said indifferently: "In the end, I will personally restore the glory of my ancestors and stop the war by killing."

This magic gun was once broken. It came from Max, the first soul of slaughter, who absorbed the breath of the first monster Leviathan that was mutated by the breath of the apostle. shattered.

Max became benevolent heroically, and pointed out the path of cultivation for the hunters of the younger generation, but he never thought that he absorbed Leviathan's broken magic gun, was acquired by Leon, and was cast and repaired.

"But I won't kill you." Celia shook her head lightly, and said, "I will lock you in the depths of Gran's Forest, and repent infinitely to the lost clansmen."

"Hehe, Yelin has been captured by God. You are just a girl. You should go back and prepare for his funeral. You will be a widow in the future." Leon was dressed in a handsome battle suit, with a tall and straight figure, full of strong self-confidence.

"Captured by God? It seems that you don't know, he refuses to become a god." Celia smiled beautifully, but the words she spoke made the audience silent.

Especially Leon, who was so imposing, suddenly seemed to have choked on a piece of bubble gum in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out, it was extremely uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)