Baal's scythe was long and slender, and its strange shape resembled that of a viper's letter, bringing a distorted black light and shadow in the air.
The scimitars that struck from behind him were large and heavy, and the six-foot-long knife swept in with a furious roar like the saber teeth of a desolate beast.
The thin scythe and the huge scimitar slammed together.
The dark blue halo on the scythe was like a flash of light on the water, and a huge dark green halo rose on the scimitar, and the blades of the two murder weapons collided, splashing countless sparks and making a loud sound that made people's eardrums ache.
The pitch-black scythe sliced into the scimitar, splitting the palm-wide blade of the scimitar in half.
With the sound of tooth-aching metal, Baal's eyes shone with a faint cold light, his hands spun rapidly, and his scythe spun like a windmill.
The big man who sneaked up on Baal with a scimitar snorted, his strength was one level worse than Baal, he was only the strength of a middle-level knight, and it was a world away from Baal, a low-level knight.
Dahan's wrist was in severe pain, and the sickle drove the scimitar, which drove Dahan's wrist and his arm to rotate together.
There were more than a dozen bone cracking sounds in a row, and the big man's arm that refused to let go was shattered inch by inch by the big man who grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands.
Baal let out a cruel sneer, and with a flick of the scythe, a thin flash of light flashed, and the two arms of the big man fell shoulder to shoulder.
Blood sprayed, Dahan roared in pain, and a thick pillar of light from a tall building in the distance happened to sweep over, illuminating Dahan's body.
Tall and majestic like a lion, with a smooth scalp and dark skin, only two eyes with a touch of white.
The native of the Black Spirit Continent, this big man is the man standing behind Arthur's sofa in the Green Rose Hotel.
Blood spurted out of the man's severed arm like a spring, but the man didn't seem to feel the pain, his eyes widened, and a strange smile appeared on his rough and simple face.
Barr swung his knife and was about to cut off the big man's head, but the big man's body suddenly fell backwards, and his thick and powerful legs, which were thicker than ordinary people's waists, rose into the air, like two strange pythons wrapped around Barr's waist.
Baal was caught off guard by this strange trick, and the brutal force came from his waist, nearly dragging him to the ground.
Fortunately, Bal has incomparably rich experience in fighting, he stabilized his body with both feet, and the dark blue halo flowed all over his body, and there was a faint layer of black gas rising outside the halo, and he was about to throw the big man out with his waist and limbs.
The big man laughed strangely: "I am grateful to my master for saving my life and saving our honor, for the master, I dedicate my soul and my flesh and blood, and dedicate everything I have, just for the sake of my loyal master, O ancestral spirit, lend your great power to your loyal descendants."
Strange prayers came from the big man's mouth, and the rough and hoarse voice carried an ancient and evil power.
Baal's face changed, and he scolded in a low voice: "Warriors of the Black Spirit Continent, who is worthy of you burning your soul and life to serve him" The black man was speechless, white flames of no temperature rose from his skin, and blood-colored twisted runes appeared on his skin.
His seven orifices erupted with dazzling light, and a powerful and irresistible will drilled into his body from the center of the big man's eyebrows.
The big man's sturdy body, which was already a head taller than Barr, suddenly swelled and became twice as tall as an ordinary person.
A terrifying force came from the big man's legs, and there was a sudden creaking sound of muscles and bones in Baal's waist.
The Black Spirit Continent, the most wild and dangerous continent in the world, a territory infested by dark elves and dark goblins and countless monsters.
And those dark-skinned natives of the Black Spirit Continent were able to thrive on such a dangerous continent.
The best of these Native warriors are known as Ancestral Spirit Warriors, and they are able to awaken the power of Ancestral Spirits at the cost of their souls or lifespans, allowing them to exert amazing lethality.
Any Ancestral Spirit warrior is the patron deity of an indigenous tribe and enjoys high prestige on the Black Spirit Continent.
But now Baal has met one, and he has chosen to burn his soul and all his lifespan completely, and has recruited the most powerful ancestral spirits to occupy his body.
Barr only felt like a bean under a millstone, and his waist was about to be crushed.
But the great power from the big man's legs continued to strengthen, and he let out a low cry of pain, and it was the first time he had comprehended the terrifying power of the Ancestral Spirit Warrior.
A mere middle-level knight can actually burst out with the power to comprehensively suppress a heaven-rank lower-level knight, what a terrifying strength.
Baal was in a predicament, and he could no longer pay attention to Ya and Ling, who were lying on the ground motionless.
The sound of the water sounded again, and a dozen tall black men rushed out of the water, their big innocent eyes with deep tears, and they looked sadly at the black men whose arms had been cut off, their souls burning, and their lives entangled in Baal.
More than a dozen tall and sturdy men burst into tears, but they were mixed in the sea water and there was no trace.
They silently rushed to Ya and Ling's side, and the two big men picked up Ya and Ling, covered their petite bodies with a heavy tower shield, and then strode towards the nearest alley.
The thugs of the Black Tiger clan were furious and scolded, and they quickly wound the hunting crossbows, and thirty crossbow arrows rushed towards the big men.
Dozens of small, double-edged battle axes roared and tore through the air, accompanied by cold winds and blizzards, and shot out with the breath of death.
The two black men who hugged Ya and Ling tightly with both hands rushed forward with their heads down, and there were four companions in half-body armor and holding three-headed flail in front of them, like crazy lions, they broke through the interception of the three or five black tiger family masters at the mouth of the alley, and plunged into the dark alley.
The few remaining black men stood behind them, shields the size of a ruler and swords in their hands to fend off the barrage of hunting crossbows and throwing tomahawks.
The hunting crossbow tore open the round shield made of animal skins from their hands and sank into their bodies.
The tomahawk smashed open their swords and sank deep into their chests.
Seven large black men stood side by side at the mouth of the alley, their blood spraying like a spring, but none of them retreated.
Their eyes were fixed on the big man who was burning his soul and life, and his whole body was spewing white soul flames.
Seven black men suddenly sang loudly at the same time, and their bodies also spewed out white soul fire, they sang a simple and primitive war song with a style that was very different from that of the Western Continent, and strode towards the warriors of the Black Tiger Family with cheerful and heroic steps.
Lin Qi's face changed, he snatched a hunting crossbow, and with a casual lift, a crossbow arrow pierced the temple of the big man who was entangled in Baal.
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"Retreat, these warriors of the Black Spirit Continent, when they burn their souls, even the gods have to retreat temporarily, we retreat" Throwing the hunting crossbow to his subordinates, Lin Qi pressed his right hand to his heart, respectfully bowed deeply to the seven burning souls, and then quickly retreated into the darkness of the port
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