Infinite Heroes Seat

"See all of my strength?" Mo Wen chuckled as he listened to Bruzos Saurfang's words in the venue. To be honest, he is a little bit confused about how strong he is now, maybe He was still at the second-rate pinnacle level, but it would be difficult for any first-rate master to defeat him. Perhaps Bruzos, who will advance to the first-rate level and hold the oak axe in the future, is qualified to say this, but it doesn't work right now. With a hand stretched to the sky, Mo Wen opened his mouth at the orc in front of him. "It's a bit short of what I want to see with your strength, but it's still possible to see all my martial arts!" The onlookers were slightly taken aback, and then subconsciously thought that Mo Wen meant this battle. He would not use that kind of magic that burns heaven and earth, but simply use martial arts to compete, but everything that happened afterwards let them know that he was so wrong, that is really'all' martial arts! In the middle of the venue, with Mo Wen’s gestures, countless colorful lights descended from the sky, and a handle of various shapes, a weapon shining with divine light plunged into the earth like a waterfall of rain. In just a moment, the brilliant brilliance was It spread all over the battlefield, stabbing people's eyes with pain. "--This, this is!" Everyone present took a breath, except for Liadrin who has signed a contract, no one knows what is going on, and even Liad who knows everything Lin, looking at the sight in front of her was also a bit fascinated. After all, every weapon that shone with divine light belonged to the prince's "heroic proof". Looking at them is like looking at the prince’s glorious past. How can she not be addicted to them? On the other side, Turalyon looked at the golden scene of Mo Wen, which was set off by the divine light. I looked at myself in the tattered armor, he couldn't help but suffocated his mouth, his heart was full of frustration, and his elbow pressed Uther to the side, and said with a bit of sourness: "Uther, this elven clan is too wealthy. A little bit, just take one out of it. It's more expensive than the one we have!" And this time, Uther also seldom echoed it. Seeing him looking at the weapons in the field, he couldn't help showing a trace of yearning, but in the end he muttered: "Perhaps, I should also find a better weapon!" And at this time in the middle of the field. . Mo Wen looked at Saurfang who was also surprised, but there was an excited smile on his face. He casually drew a blue-violet giant sword inserted beside him, swung it twice, and rolled up a strong wind, then looked at the other party and said lightly, "Saurfang, every weapon in it is I have used it before, and it depends on your ability to see how many handles!" After that, Mo Wen clasped the hilt of the giant sword with both hands and chopped his feet to the ground. He rushed out in an instant. when! The giant sword and battle axe collided once again, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in fierce roar. when! when! when! One after another voice. Different from the exquisiteness of the previous fight, this time the fight. Mo Wen waved his weapon like a violent barbarian. Between the opening and closing of the huge sword, he slashed at Saurfang fiercely, cutting it back steadily. "What's wrong, what's wrong, it's not like you. Bruzos Saurfang! Where is the strength that killed the basilisk and the phoenix before? I'm looking forward to it!" In the frantic attack, Mo Wen There was a frenzied war intent in his eyes. Constantly shouting at the backing orcs. How long has it been since he hasn't encountered such a well-matched opponent? Although the battle with Neltharion was his peak strength, there is no doubt that this close fight is the most exciting! Around the venue, the crowd of onlookers had dropped their jaws, and the elves hacked and killed the orcs steadily with their giant swords. The awkward sense of difference made everyone feel terribly uncomfortable. Turalyon's eyes twitched slightly. He turned his head, glanced at Alleria with a weird look, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure that His Royal Highness Kael'thas is really an elf, not a dragon. Has it become?" Alleria glared at him, but after all he did not pursue his disrespect. I am afraid that in her heart at this time, she can't accept the scene in front of her! Of course, everyone onlookers just felt awkward, but Saurfang in the venue was already uncomfortable to death. As an orc warrior, it was defeated by an elf in the most proud power. The eyes of the orc who could not accept this humiliation turned red in an instant, and he saw it holding the unheard giant sword, and then there was a roar! "Don't underestimate people, elves!" The steel-like muscles contracted for a while, and the blue veins burst open like earthworms. Saurfang sprayed a hot air from his nose, and with a full blow, he slammed it abruptly. He fought the giant sword in front of him, and fought back bravely. Mo Wen was repulsed by a single blow, but he was not surprised. He even let go of the hands holding the hilt, letting the huge sword hover on the ground, and then leaped back, inserting a handful of it beside him. The short dagger was caught in his hand. "Yes, yes! That's it. If you can't let me do my best, won't I promise that this battle is meaningless?" Looking at the murdered orc, Mo Wen's mouth was filled with a smile of satisfaction. As soon as he was short, he passed the opponent's giant axe, and then leaped forward flexibly, the short dagger in his hand leaning toward the orc's neck like a poisonous snake. Saurfang was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly retracted the giant axe to block him. Sparks are flying! The sharp Zhan Xiangsi knocked on the face of the giant axe, causing a little spark. With a wealth of combat experience, the orcs still blocked this fatal blow. But this was not the end. The blow was over, Mo Wen's body began to shake, with afterimages, spinning around Saurfang like a butterfly. If he was a violent barbarian just now, then he is now a vicious assassin, hiding around him like a poisonous snake. Always be prepared to give the opponent a fatal blow. Some could not adapt to this drastic change in style. Saurfang appeared to be in a hurry, and was forced into danger by Mo Wen several times in a row. If it weren’t for good luck, I’m afraid I’d be killed. Even so, in this civet drama stubborn bear game, the soaring purple light of Acacia Slash still left a long line on Saurfang’s face. Traces, let the blood flow on that half of the face. But after playing the dagger for a long time, Mo Wen changed another weapon. Seeing that he slammed Acacia Slash to the face of the orc, he took the opportunity to pull up the third weapon. It was a blue handle all over. A very cold blue long sword, and with a sword in his hand, Mo Wen's entire fighting style changed again. Pick, stab, stab, poke, and slash, at this moment he is transformed into a top swordsman. The long sword in his hand traversed a wonderful trajectory and slashed towards Saurfang indefinitely. Every move and every style was simple and simple to the extreme. It hit the enemy’s key points directly. In just ten minutes of fighting, the orc warrior Unexpectedly, there is no strength to fight back at all, and the whole person can only struggle silently in the overwhelming sword rain. Then, he seemed to know that he had no hope of winning, and he seemed to be unable to endure such ruthless play. In this silence, Saurfang broke out. I saw this brave orc gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his great axe during the battle. The muscles were tightened, letting the sword of Mo Wen penetrate through its chest, and then swiped down with both hands! With a light stabbing sound, Mo Wen's armor was cut open from his chest with a long mouth, and traces of blood ooze out from there. "His Royal Highness!" "Prince Kael'thas!" When everyone saw this, they exclaimed, and Alleria and Liadrin were about to rush over. But Mo Wen stepped back one after another. With a face as usual, they waved to stop them. A touch of his hand touched his chest. Looking at the bright red blood, he chuckled slightly. If he couldn't dodge the blow just now, he would probably be split in two. "Hey, it's not fun to change your life with injury!" With a shrug, Mo Wen still looked at Saurfang with a smile, as if he was not the one who was almost killed. But Saurfang didn't speak. It blankly drew out the sword stuck in its chest, letting the blood flow, and then stared at Mo Wen, and raised the giant axe in his hand again. "Really, that's really a pity!" Looking at Saurfang, who showed his attitude, Mo Wen murmured with some regret. He wanted to find someone to hone his martial skills, not to compare with others. It's hard for him to do what Saurfang is doing now, but it doesn't make any sense to him, and Mowen usually only has one treatment plan for waste. The foot slammed down on the ground, and a thick and long chain was shaken by the volley in the flying dust~www.readwn.com~ Mo Wen grabbed one end of the chain and swept directly towards Saurfang. He passed, but the other hand that he left under the sky suddenly grabbed in the other direction. In the distance, on a six-post knife wheel, a long knife immediately flew over, softened into a white liquid and protected him in his hand, and then turned into a giant claw under inexplicable manipulation. Volley caught Saurfang. "--Ha!" Facing the two strange weapons coming from the volley, the orc warrior roared. The giant axe in his hand did not evade and directly greeted him. boom! Sparks flew everywhere, and the thick and long chains were rolled upside down and flew back. prick! The extended claws were torn apart, and all the liquid in the sky was scattered. But—behind the splashing liquid, a figure rushed forward, and the pitch-black blade in his hand was like a crescent moon, falling from top to bottom with a single wave. Then it was all over. In the center of the field, Saurfang stood motionless with a giant axe in his hand. Silently, the giant axe in front of it was naturally broken into two sections, and the section was as smooth as a mirror. Squatting halfway beside Saurfang, Mo Wen slowly stood up, looked at the blood line behind the giant axe on the face of the orc warrior, and looked at the long knife glowing with cold in his hand, gently The ground is a sigh, "It's really a pity, Bruzos Saurfang!" Nine Nights Level: B category: a very strong and sharp sword for human treasures, with Amakusa-like runes inscribed on it, and for the material , The items below oneself have the characteristics of one sword and two stages. (To be continued) ps: Thanks for the monthly pass of Taiping Mountain, Lan Lingxiao, Purple Maple, Zombie-Skeleton Dragon, Dragon Bingling, Void Undead, ♀phantom Diabolo♀, Priest~Xueyue.