Realm of Power

For the Mamunuk knight of the Salander Temple, who is famous for his personal martial arts in the mainland, if a fly flies in front of him and wants to cut off its left wing, it is absolutely impossible to cut off the right wing.

But today, Salander Temple Mamunuk found out that his outstanding martial arts skills in front of a group of well-trained imperial guards were like an overwhelmed wooden plank, which was cracked by the unstoppable gravity, like a mountain. Ordinary sword light strikes from several directions at the same time every time, making it impossible to defend yourself. However, if you slash the sword by yourself, it will be skillfully blocked by the enemy next to the target.

Although the opponent's number of people was wrong, they advanced and retreated in a controlled manner, and the cooperation was seamless. When one person rushed forward, there was always a companion to follow and protect him. They advanced in groups of three. At the narrow gate of the palace, the Mamunuk knight His personal agility leaves no room for maneuver.

In just a moment, the opponent's murderous sword light had already knocked down half of the Mamunuks. Even the Mamunuks were fighting for their lives, taking advantage of the opponent's wide open space to swing their weapons and pounce on them. , it’s just another way to protect the other party. Someone outside blocked him, and he was immediately hit by a strong knee. The triangular thorn awl on the knee of the guard's armor was like piercing a skin bag, easily penetrating the Mamunuk knight's hide. Soft armor and a lively and powerful body.

Every attack was a head-to-head resistance. The light of the sword was flying, and the blood was pouring. Mamunuk, who was constantly hit by the knife, screamed and fell back, with blood marks on his body from the sharp sword, and the blood was like a flower. Sputtering onto the stone pillar behind the temple gate

The most eye-catching thing is that among these black imperial guards, a slightly fat young man wearing ordinary guard armor has two long knives in his hand that add up to more than two and a half meters. With his unusually thick arms, he took the lead and rammed into the Mamunuk knight who was trying to block the palace gate like a tiger in a herd, in front of him. Those who block it are invincible, and no one who confronts him can defeat him. Often the sword flashes past, and the huge force sweeps away like a typhoon, knocking the Mamunuk knight in front of him to the ground with a knife, or else he is knocked around and staggered. on the ground,

For such an opponent who is obviously not on the same level, even if the Mamunuk Knights have swordsmanship that can embroider on a gorgeous carpet, it is empty talk. With the long sword of the Mamunuk Templar Knights that is more fancy than practical, it is impossible to bully them. Being close to him is really lacking. The dragon spear used to deal with the legendary dragon is probably about the same.

The weapons of the Mamunuk Templars were all made by temple craftsmen. In the past long years, in order to reflect the sacred significance of the temple, these hereditary temple craftsmen from generation to generation often worked in the Mamunuk Temple in each temple. The swords of the Templars were engraved with various complicated patterns and decorations to reflect the nobility and sanctity of the Templars. Salander's forging skills were not high to begin with. If the thin sword surface is densely covered with hollow patterns and decorative lines, it is simply not a weapon, but a work of art, but no one has ever suggested it. Once engaged in high-intensity actual combat, this sentry weapon would be a disaster for the Mamunuk guarding the temple.

"Oh my god, is this still a human being?"

Some priests and Mamunuks were watching the excitement outside the door. At this moment, their faces were full of sluggishness. They looked at the fat man in black armor who took the lead, and he was like a human tyrannosaurus running rampant in the crowd.

The two Samor swords in his hand, which are terrifying to look at, often directly turn the opponent's weapons into a pile of flying broken steel in the collision of sparks. Just one person can restrict the temple gate. The entrance is a huge space of nearly 3 meters,

The fat man easily pulled out his bloody sword from the corpse of a Mamunuk knight who looked unwilling. The black-armored guards nervously protected him. After a fierce killing just now, he was in charge of the temple gate. There is only one Mamunuk knight left,

The skills are inferior to others, the weapons are inferior to others, and the collective cooperation is inferior to others! The weak Mamunuk knight looked at the fat man in black armor walking towards him in fear. The strong wind brought by the fierce sword blow blew off the temple attacker's face scarf. The face of a middle-aged man with a few beards was revealed. Only half a point away, the fat man's sword could split his face into two pieces.

The gap between life and death was only half a minute. The fat man, who had been completely stained red by human blood, stood up, made two circles, and plunged deeply into the middle-aged Mamunuk knight. The wooden board and the handle of the knife were shaking uncontrollably.

The middle-aged Mamunuk knight was half-kneeling on the ground, with his head raised and motionless. In this posture, he originally raised his sword with both hands, hoping to resist the opponent's angry attack. Now his sword has just been raised. , and the opponent's bloody sword is pointing at his nose. As long as he goes down further, he can cut himself into two pieces. "Tell me, who are you! I can spare your life."

The fat man looked at the frightened Mamunuk with cold eyes. He raised his feet and took a step forward. The last Mamunuk knight took a step back in panic. As a result, behind him was the door panel of the temple. His body was like a can, making a heavy crashing sound, and there was no way to retreat.

"For the last time, who are you!" The fat man asked again. On the steps under his feet were all minced meat and fallen corpses. The fat man looked at him indifferently, as if he were looking at a corpse. An unquestionable pressure

"Imperial Dog, we Salander will never surrender!"

Under the fat man's murderous gaze, this Mamunuk did not dare to bear the burden and shouted hysterically. For the sake of Mamunuk's honor and blood, he could only use his own blood to make the most tragic proof!

"Pfft!"

The cold light fell from the top of his head,

His efforts only delayed the companions who rushed into the temple for a brief second. The fat man raised his hand casually. As the sword light cut off the long sword in his hand, a faint blood stain emerged from the Mamunuk's body. The eyebrows were scratched all the way to the stomach, "You... Kah! Kah!" The attacker, whose neck was cut off, had two bloodshot eyes that almost burst out. He opened his mouth wide and tried to take a deep breath. Making a broken and unpleasant sound, this is because the breath has been cut off No matter, you can see that he wants to say something else, but he can't say anything now. "Stupid! Do you really think I don't know that you are from the Southern Temple!" The fat man said to this Mamunu who was unwilling to die. Ke sneered softly, and the middle-aged Mamunuk's body fell along the wall. Blood and internal organs spattered from the incision from his throat to his stomach. Countless blood was like a big ball of red paint coming from him. "Let's go in!" spread beneath the corpse.

The fat man held his sword upside down and walked in through the door of the palace full of corpses. Everyone watching this scene felt a chill rising from their hearts. It seemed that these imperial guards had stepped into the immortal sacrificial hall, but the entire holy temple had been destroyed. The temple is trampled underfoot. To be continued