Killing Evolution From a Sword

Along with the explosion and roaring sound, there was also an incomparably violent vigor, and what spread out was that incomparably thick smoke and dust.

After the extremely thick smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

On the battlefield, there was an abrupt silence for a moment.

Everyone's eyes and eyes are looking towards that side.

I saw Mond riding a strong blood-eyed black tiger, standing proudly among them.

On the other side of him, Conan, an unbelievable fourth-rank mid-level wolf man warrior, opened his eyes and died on the spot.

And his originally strong body, like a deflated balloon, quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, it was as thin as a bone, only covered by a piece of human skin.

This strange death scene made all the wolf men and the deserted warriors in the camp look terrified in their eyes.

Just then, Gradler—

There was an incomparably penetrating bone breaking sound.

On Conan's body, even the supporting bones were shattered.

The whole body fell limply to the ground.

[Ding, absorb the origin of the fourth-rank intermediate jackal demigod law, and get 2,000 energy points! 】

[Ding, absorb the origin of the fourth-rank intermediate jackal demigod law, and get 2,000 energy points! 】

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[Ding, kill the fourth-rank intermediate jackal demigod and get 20,000 evolution points! 】

The billowing heat, as well as the pure source of law, poured in from Conan's corpse.

Ye Fan comprehended the laws of these four intermediate levels, and gained a lot.

At the same time, the bloody sword of Soulshang also sent a hot current into Mond's body.

Mond only felt that his whole body was dripping and dripping, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

He yelled: Hahaha, Conan is dead, I want to see who can stop me!

Mond's voice, which contained pure spiritual power, spread in all directions, inside and outside the slave camp.

All the soldiers on Mond's side were all refreshed.

On the side of the slave camp, the Gnoll warriors and the barren warriors all looked mournful.

All the slaves imprisoned in the cage, seeing Mond's fierce appearance, stood beside the cage in shock, paying close attention to the burly and strong figure.

Mond's extremely sharp gaze swept across all the elite wolf men on the opposite side.

Under Mond's gaze, those so-called elites took several steps back in unison.

It was as if there were countless sharp swords in Mond's eyes, which made them very frightened.

Moreover, there was a very frightening coercion emanating from Mond's body, covering them.

Make them want to turn around and run away.

But enough combat experience, as well as rich killing experience, let them know that if they escape at this time, it will only give fighters like Mond a better chance to kill.

Mond looked at these terrified wolves, with a sneer of incomparable playfulness on his face.

Do you want to run?

Don't worry, none of them can escape, they will all die!

Mond's words were full of strong murderous intent.

There was an astonishing evil spirit that seemed to be turning into substance, and it could not be stopped, and all the jackals who stabbed them turned pale.

They only felt that there was a sharp sword hanging above their heads, and the life and death crisis hanging above their heads made them very frightened.

Among them, a jackal was very angry when he heard what Mond said.

This human being is so arrogant, we have so many elites, we will fight him!

I don't believe that he can kill so many of us by himself!

Yeah, fight him!

Everyone go together!

Come on, let's go together, hack him to death!

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The jackals in front of them roared angrily and rushed forward.

Their eyes were filled with the last madness before despair.

Scarlet blood glowed in each of the animal pupils.

They looked crazy one by one, and bravely summoned all their divine power and strength, and rushed towards Mond to encircle and kill them.

Mond looked at the wolves rushing up, and sneered faintly: You can't control yourself!

Give me death!!!

There is a very powerful divine power erupting from his divine body and the long sword of Soulshang.

Slash in all directions!

Eight domineering sword qi erupted, as if cutting through waves, and exploded directly in the turbulent flow of wolf man guards.

In an instant, hundreds of jackals died on the spot.

Countless Jackals with varying degrees of injury were thrown away like rags.

Where Mond was, eight very deep deep ravines and cracks instantly appeared around him.

All the gnolls, looking at Mond sitting on the back of the blood-eyed black tiger, became terrified in their eyes.

Mond sneered, and riding the blood-eyed black tiger, he rushed towards all the remaining wolf man warriors.

The terrifying aura made all the jackals retreat one after another.

At this moment, Mond has a feeling of being alone against thousands of troops.

A powerful breath burst out.

The lava flames, behind him, and the turbulent, scorching divine power on the god's body, are as surging and intoxicating as real magma.

Mond rode the blood-eyed black tiger and charged back and forth among the elite crowd of gnolls.

These jackals are not his all-in-one enemy at all.

Every time the magic sword is drawn, it can take away several lives.

As long as you touch it, you will be either dead or disabled.

The mighty coercion and power of the Soulshang Demon Sword shocked everyone.

For Mond at this moment, killing these jackals has no effect.

Even if they are elites, they still haven't reached the boundary of third-rank god level.

For Ye Fan, Demon Sword, and Mond, at this time, only the essence, blood, and life of the next gods above the third rank can obtain enough energy points and evolution points.

But Mond needs to kill more elite jackals in order to reduce the casualties of the troops and improve morale.

The powerful divine power of Mond's fourth-rank elementary level is boiling and surging.

The crimson magma-like sword light raged everywhere.

With incomparably terrifying combat power, and that burly and domineering figure riding a blood-eyed black tiger, every time he went, there was a bloody storm.

In front of Mond, a man and a tiger, more than 2,000 elite jackals retreated step by step, their courage and fighting spirit gradually dissipated.

But in the Soul War Sword, Ye Fan, who had a 360-degree vision, felt something was wrong.

The surrounding battle situation was obviously very favorable, but Ye Fan felt an inexplicable sense of danger rising in his heart.

It seems that there is a gaze, which is staring closely at this side.