Warlord: King of All Clans

The greatsword in the hands of the Grand Duke of the North is the most legendary sword in the North - the Sword of the High King.

This is a divine weapon as famous as the "Holy Sword", the protective sword of the Church of Holy Light.

As a thousand-year-old royal family in the North, the Odalov family has enough resources to hire the best legendary craftsmen and rune masters to continuously strengthen and improve this sword.

Compared to them, the Frost Sword in Leo's hand is inferior.

The Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, who had reached level nine early on, was blessed with divine weapons and his combat power was even more terrifying.

The sharp sword light, with the momentum to tear through space, slashed down towards Fabuti's head, almost drowning him.

But Fabuti, with his terrifying figure, suddenly clasped the huge fleshy palms of his first pair of arms together and actually clamped the Sword of the Supreme King in his palms.

The sword light collapsed, and the magic power burst out in a violent shock wave between the two.

It was as if a heavy grenade had fallen under the feet of the two men, the floor shattered and turned into powder, and sand and rocks flew outward.

"The Swordmaster of the North is nothing special."

All the high-level warriors were secretly shocked. They couldn't take on such a sword.

The leaders of the wild people who were watching were all very powerful, but under this kind of fighting skill that was comparable to the power of heaven, they did not feel safe at all even when standing a hundred meters away, and they all chose to retreat.

Worried that the aftermath might hurt someone, Earl Hard shouted, "Everyone who is not involved, leave immediately!"

Except for the middle and low-level extraordinary people and mortals who all fled in panic, the remaining few high-level ones were all unwilling to leave.

For them, watching the ninth-level battle is more precious than watching the saint-level battle. After all, they may not be able to understand the saint-level attacks, but every move of the ninth-level strongman can give them inspiration.

With one move, Fabuti controlled the long sword of the Grand Duke of the North and kicked him, trying to take away the Grand Duke of the North's weapon.

At this time, Basalomu behind him also appeared behind Fabuti in an instant, and the sword light was like waves, splashing towards Fabuti's waist.

The troll's arms under Fabuti's ribs held a sacrificial dagger in one hand and a one-handed bone hammer in the other.

His two arms were twisted strangely behind his back, and he used the sacrificial dagger to block the knife, while the one-handed bone hammer in his other hand hit Barsalom's forehead hard.

Thanks to his height and arm length, the attack range of his one-handed hammer is no shorter than that of Barsalom's long sword.

In front of Fabuti, who is nearly three meters tall, the orc swordsman, who is two and a half meters tall, can only be considered a shorty.

Being hit by the bone hammer that contained the power of shadow and was infected with troll voodoo, even a ninth-level warrior would have his brain burst. Barsalom had no choice but to retreat.

Godwin, who followed closely behind, also gathered his strength and punched Fabuti on the head.

He had a pair of dragon bone boxing gloves on his hands. These were high-end weapons made by a famous craftsman in the atrium. It was the first time that Godwin used them.

Fabuti's third pair of arms quickly formed seals, and the blood shield suddenly opened up, blocking Godwin's punch.

The two of them distracted Fabuti and he could no longer maintain his wrestling with the Grand Duke of the North, and the sword of the Supreme King in his palm was pulled out by the other party.

In the ninth-level battle, the sky and the earth changed color. The completely opposite forces collided violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

The faster the four men attacked, the more swords and sabers flashed and flashed, and soon it was impossible to tell who was friend or foe.

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out, forming a vacuum zone. The gravel and dust on the ground were blown up, making it impossible for the high-level transcendents watching to open their eyes.

Facing such a battle between powerful men, Leo was very timid. He kept hiding behind the three hunting kings and Hader, asking questions over and over, "How is it? How is it? Who has the upper hand?"

Among the high-level warriors present, only Earl Hard could barely keep up with the battle ideas of both sides, while everyone else was dazzled.

Now there is sand and wind blocking the view, and everyone thinks that if they intervene, they will be defeated within three moves.

Hader was so absorbed in watching that he was interrupted by Leo. He couldn't help but curse, "Who should I ask if you ask me? If you have the guts, go ahead!"

As he said this, he dodged backwards, and a gust of air was blocked by the seventh-level hunting king in front of him.

This was just the aftermath of the sword energy splashed by the collision between the two sides. It could still cause damage even if it flew a hundred meters away and was enough to split plate armor.

After a chaotic fight, Godwin was the first to withdraw from the siege. A crack appeared on his chest armor, and blood oozed out.

However, this was just a warm-up, and Godwin's fighting spirit was gradually aroused. As soon as the boxing gloves collided, the veins on the skin on his body were immediately exposed.

In an instant, these blood vessels turned fiery red, as if magma was flowing through his body, and Godwin's eyes were also filled with flames.

The Beboos family is proficient in dragon language magic, and their warriors also have dragon heritage.

Especially after being devoured by dragon flames and soaked in dragon blood, Godwin also activated the red dragon bloodline and gained explosive power.

After fighting for several more rounds, the three powerful men found a tacit understanding, and Fabuti fell into a disadvantage.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Fabuti became crazy again and yelled, "If you don't want me to live, then let's die together!"

The heart in his arm beat violently, almost exploding, and his body size increased by another 30%. The complex and disordered magic power intertwined together, as if giving birth to a magic bomb.

Realizing that the other party had a tendency to self-destruct, the three besiegers did not want to die together and had to retreat.

A smile appeared on Fabuti's lips. He took advantage of the situation and strode forward, catching up with Godwin and punching him.

The heart on his shoulder exploded, and the orc's arm became like a hydraulic forging hammer, increasing its strength by 30% out of thin air.

Fabuti's orc arm was as thick as Godwin's waist, and he was slightly stronger. When this punch came into contact with Godwin's arm, it made a cracking sound.

Godwin stepped back quickly, his right arm hanging limply.

After unexpectedly inflicting a heavy blow to Godwin, Fabuti suddenly turned his body and swung the bone hammer in one hand towards Barsalom.

But Barsalom had been at the top for a long time, his fighting skills were even better, he easily released the force and floated back.

In the northern snowfields, the beastman swordsmen face high-level magical beasts with extremely strong physical strength. They have rich experience in fighting, and their physical and sword skills are equally excellent.

No matter how powerful Fabuti was, in his eyes, he was nothing more than a mad level nine monster.

After forcing the two men away, Fabuti could finally attack the Grand Duke of the North without any worries. His six arms took turns to attack, forcing the Grand Duke of the North to retreat again and again.

While bombarding wildly, he shouted: "What northern sword master? Why don't you dare to fight me head-on? Grand Duke, how is your son? Did you keep a single ashes of him?"

The Grand Duke of the North was finally enraged. The long sword in his hand burst out with a blazing light. He actually withstood Fabuti's attack and stabbed the sword into his chest.

Fabuti laughed wildly and took the sword blow head-on, and the bone hammer in his hand also hit the shoulder of the Grand Duke of the North.

The Grand Duke of the North's shoulder collapsed and he vomited blood. The worst thing was that a dark green color spread from his shoulder and instantly invaded half of his body.

This is the extraordinary voodoo of the troll voodoo sect, which has a magical toxicity.

With the sword of the High King stuck in his chest, Fabuti stood in the middle of the field, panting. He freed one hand and slowly drew out the sword.