Thunder Martial

Powerful breath raging in the room, scattered, that horrible pressure, a strong sense of suffocation.

At this moment, after experiencing this breath of repression, the people who had been shocked by the destruction of their enemies were turning back and staring at the battlefield there.

They saw a sword in McButler's hand, and the sudden and violent aura in the field came from the light sword.

Purple's gaze moved from the battlefield to McButler's hand, and his face changed instantly.

Perhaps they have stayed too long in this world and have forgotten the smell that saints deserve. But Zijuan had only been in the world for over a year, and he was too familiar with the breath.

Saint Armament!

That's Saint Soldier!

McButler was carrying a saint with him.

He was surprised and shocked, because he came to the world to find a way out for the saints, once he got one.

“That's... Saint Soldier! ”

As soon as Mount Wo saw the weapon, his face changed dramatically and his face shocked. The original confidence, at this moment, disappeared without a trace. As a six-level man, he is definitely a high-ranking figure in the world, so it's not surprising to recognize a saint.

“The battle should be over. ”

McButler sighed, holding the sword in his hand and waving it forward.

His movements were light and tender, just a gentle swing, like flowers.

There was a bright sword that lashed out from above the tip of the sword and stretched forward.

This is the first time I have seen a sword in this world, and it is also the sword of a saint.

It's brilliant, shocking, and much more effective than the outside world.

At the moment of seeing the saint, the will was lost. He fought against the McButler, neither winning nor losing, but after the other had the saint, he was far from able to cope.

He turned around without any hesitation and ran, absolutely the fastest escape speed in his life, many times faster than the fastest purple speeds available today.

But his speed, at the end of the day, is no faster than that of sword power.

Sword Qi then climbed over his body unhindered.

A strange scene appeared, the sword clearly cut off his body, but the other party remained intact, and continued to flee and move forward.

So he flew out about fifty meters, his body suddenly split up and down, fell far away, and rubbed a distance in front of the ground before stopping.

A Class 6 hunter, lightly chopped off by a samurai sword.

This transformation is undoubtedly astonishing to the people, who have not even been able to relieve themselves from the shock of the 5th level hunter's murder, and have seen their leader beheaded with a sword.

It was a Class 6 hunter, a mighty presence, who died right in front of them.

The housekeeper who fought the Horn Horse had lost a little blood on his face. When he saw Mount Wo cut off his waist, he shouted in alarm and fled.

“You can't run!” The Horn Horse Strong looked at each other fleeing and did not pursue him, but said so lightly.

Far away, the McButler held the saint in his hand and threw it at the escaped butler.

“Whoops!”

Like an arrow feather, the sword shines bright light and flies toward the steward.

“Pfft!”

Miles away, space was distorted, powerful energy erupted, and the caretaker's body was completely perforated by the holy sword.

The sword penetrated his chest, and he looked back at the housekeeper, far apart, but he still saw the joke on the housekeeper's face.

It's a conspiracy, a real conspiracy!

Master, we've all fallen for it!

The steward thought so in his heart and fell to his death.

The war had changed so quickly that it was unacceptable to all.

Even though Purple killed the 5th level hunter, he himself was seriously injured, to the point where he couldn't do it, and they still had a chance to win.

But immediately afterwards, the deaths of two level six hunters made them feel real despair.

“You can't let one go! ”

The indifferent voice rang and the hollow sword pierced the steward's chest, suddenly returning as if it were a ray of light towards the quaternary hunters.

“Heh!” “Heh!” “Psst! ” ……

The sword rapidly passed by them, and the bodies of these quaternary hunters fell down, and they thought they were powerful defenses that could hardly be hit in front of the sword.

Immediately thereafter, the holy sword turned into flowing light and went towards the purple.

“No!”

Shield and others saw this scene, lost their voice and shouted, their faces were incredible.

Looking at the whereabouts of the Holy Sword, this is clearly going to kill the Purple Sword.

But why?

Why did you kill Zijuan?

Are we going to kill all of them and kill them for real?

When their faces changed dramatically, they also looked back at the malt, but what they saw from the face of the malt was just a blur.

Obviously, she doesn't know what's the matter with this either.

The strongman looked at the scene indifferently and his expression did not change much.

The distant housekeeper, who is coming this way and showing six levels of strength, has changed from a benevolent old man to a decisive killer!

“Whoops!”

The scene of despair that caused Shield and others did not appear, the holy sword stopped at a distance of inches from Purple, and it was suspended there, with the tip of the sword facing Purple.

Obviously it was a dangerous scene, and Shields and others mentioned the eyes of their throats. But in the purple eyes, it was like seeing a curious baby, measuring him with a curious eye.

This scene gave him a very strange sensation.

“Lingbao, you scared our little hero.” At this time, McButler's voice came in and saw him go from being a level six hunter to being a butler, with a charming smile on his face.

“Ha ha!” The expressionless Horseman Strong laughed out loud, and he looked over the purple horse's face, full of praise, "little guy, you're great! ”

Purple scratched his head without any unusual feeling. He had perceptions, very acute perceptions, and from the beginning he felt no killing intentions on the sword.

All this, purely a prank of the Holy Sword, surprised Shields and others.

“Little Hero, the battle is over, and this is your reward. ”

McButler walked up and the sword returned to him and disappeared into a light spot. He took out a crystal of the same energy as last time and put it in Purple's hands. "You're hurt so bad, go ahead and take it. ”

Purple nodded, the previous energy crystallization, has been completely depleted, this one came very timely, he did not hesitate, and took it directly.

But when he swallowed, he clearly heard the sound of pharyngeal saliva coming from not far away. When he turned around, he found Shields and others looking at him, his expression was somewhat unknown.

“What's wrong, I got flowers on my face?” Zizhu shuddered.

“Blood!” The malt went to the side of the purple.

“That's normal!” Purple touched his face, and the fruit he touched was a bloody face.

“Grade four kills Grade five, Purple, you're strong!” The malt looked purple, and her beautiful face was filled with seriousness and admiration, as if at this moment she had truly recognized the power of purple.

“Thank you!” Ziqian smiled.

The battle saw the emergence of saints and the death of two Level 6 hunters, one of whom was also the founder of Dragon Mountain. He can't help but wonder how powerful the malt family is.

Moreover, he suspected that he had been involved in a mistake. And it's still kind of big, he can't dictate.

In this battle, no one was hurt, except for the purple one, Lindsay lost a swordtooth tiger.

Despite the worst injuries, purple harvest was also the greatest, taking resources from the level 5 hunter alone, in addition to receiving an energy crystal from the McButler.

When he took away the resources from the 5th level hunter, Purple finally understood what energy crystals were, energy crystals that could only be concentrated by the 5th level hunter or the 5th level pseudo beast, just like the holy crystals of the outside world.

Purple is healing, and Shields is cleaning the battlefield. The Horse Strong, Malt stays with the McButler.

“McButler, the reason we're out is because of Uncle? Why would he let the steward kill me?” Malt sat on the grass holding her knees with a grief on her face.

“Old Slave was unclear before, but after seeing the steward, it was already certain.” McButler sighed.

“Was it Uncle Er who hurt his father? I miss my father. I want to go home! ”

“We can't go back without the Master's orders. Rest assured, the master will be fine, things are not resolved yet, and when they are resolved, someone will be sent to pick us up. But it's you. You're usually arguing to come out and play. It's a rare opportunity. ”

Family matters have not yet been resolved, McButler will not return with malt, and the next group of people can only continue to play aimlessly.

She was completely relieved when she repeatedly assured Malt that nothing would happen to the family.

Characteristic carriages have broken down, but the fighting is over and similar fights will not occur in the future, so the carriages are no longer necessary.

After the horns became strong, they never went back.

The next time the team moves forward, the malt is ridden by the Lyndsey-controlled False God Beast.

Purple's wounds, one day better, seven days later, his wounds fully recovered, and that energy crystallization has consumed a third.

Next, he will refine all of that energy crystal, then improve his physical strength, wait for the rules to approve, and awaken him to his own properties.

In addition to two Lv6 hunters, the Purple One, who has a track record of killing Lv5 hunters, is worthy of strength.

On the road, there is no more danger that could threaten this powerful team, and more often just need to stand up and wait for a little help.

A month later, Purple's second energy crystal was completely refined, and his physical strength became stronger than it was in the Great War.

But the rules did not recognize him. He had not been able to enter level 5, so Purple took out a third energy crystal, which belonged to him as a trophy.