When Mo Feng took out a black sword from the magic crystal ring, Promir was smiling and talking to the two guys behind him. The two people behind him left along the drag marks on the ground.

"You are very confident," Mo Feng's voice was as rough as ever, "I hope you won't retreat when fighting later." He likes to fight head-on, and likes a pure power comparison. The wide-blade giant sword, which is two meters long and weighs about a thousand pounds, hints his fighting style.

In the snow, Promir tried to recall the secret cultivation techniques of the top ten tribes. Anyway, he was a daegu who fought physically, and was far away from the path of real power. And that giant sword... was the most powerful evidence that symbolized daegu in Promir's eyes. There was no suspense in this battle.

"You do it, if I do it, you will have no chance." Promir said this kind of middle-aged but unrealistic remark was said by him. One move may be a little bored to solve the other party. It is the most interesting thing to launch a brazen attack when the other party is most powerless.

This is a fool, Mo Feng thought, I should spare him. However, his hand was tightly holding the giant sword, and a small piece of snow fell on his sword, shattering and melting in an instant. When he really launched the offensive, he would do his best. He always took the initiative seriously.

The black four wings bring a black aura. The wings of the demon clan play an important role in the battle, quickly pushing the Mo Feng's body to Promir.

Promir wanted to make Mo Feng desperate, so he used his body technique to flash over Mo Feng's giant sword 615 times. He did not take action once in this process.

The Demon Peak pulled and slashed horizontally, as if it was never tired.

This made Promir nod his head secretly. At this moment, he seemed to see the cultivators who made swords ten thousand times a day on the Great Snow Mountain.

If the guy in front of him could focus on the sword a thousand times, he would have the primary qualification to climb the Great Snow Mountain. "Your sword is too slow, so I can't raise my desire to fight." While dodging, he did not forget to mock him.

Mo Feng's brows were getting tighter and tighter. When he used the 800th sword, he realized that the end of the battle was expected. No matter what kind of body skills and combat skills he used, he could not touch the opponent's hair. He poured all the wind element power into the giant sword and slashed out an extreme black light. Promir flashed and dodged. The giant sword roared on the ancient tree. Promir just stood beside him and laughed softly.

The nine people who followed Mo Feng into the Forest of Warcraft also expected the result of this battle. Several of them were ready to take action at any time, but at the same time, they thought of Mo Feng's personality, and then suppressed their desire to help.

Mo Feng pulled the giant sword from the ancient tree with force and looked at Promir with a hard face. "Come and pick up my giant sword!" he shouted.

Promir smiled and said, "Do you really think of me as a fool?"

"Let's take action!" Mo Feng slashed out angrily. It was hard to say what Mo Feng was feeling at the moment. What he expected was a vigorous battle, rather than slashing the air with a big sword.

Promir was almost dodging, making Mo Feng feel more depressed. It was useless to swing the sword many times, and their cultivation systems were different. For example, Promir was dodging at this time, and his body skills were trained in Daxue Mountain for more than three million times. The intensity of ten thousand times a day made his body skills change seem easy, "Is this your all your strength?" He still mocked Mo Feng.

"I will smash you!" Mo Feng, who turned into a mad demon, insisted on swinging his sword, "Don't hide anymore!"

"You should stop and think about yourself

Why is it so stupid?" his opponent, Promir suggested.

"You can only dodge! Are people on the snowy mountain running around like fish?" No matter how Promir mocks him, he is happy to swing his giant sword towards Promir's head. "Why have the courage to fight me? You are just a smelly fish that can escape!"

Nine men followed and watched the scene similar to a farce. Promir lost his patience. He vaguely realized that this guy's mind was indeed a bit tough. If someone else had given up, he would have given up long ago. At that time, he could use the most extreme power to make the other party surrender. Only after this process can he truly suppress the other party's heart. Now he has no doubt that the person in front of him can be patient enough to wave the giant sword ten thousand times, and then a day will pass...

After the demon in the darkness was hidden in the high ancient tree, everyone except Mo Peak lost patience, and the giant sword became a storm and hit nothingness. He seemed to never be tired, but in fact he had a split headache. Although Promir almost lost all his patience, both Mo Peak himself and the surrounding demons believed that the winner of this battle had appeared. Although Promir still looked relaxed and moyang, Mo Peak believed that it was shameful for the other party to defeat him in this way.

Finally, there was a moment when Promir stopped hiding. "You are the toughest guy I have ever seen," he judged, and then made a decision, "so you are qualified to see my power." The two elemental vortexes appeared in his palm and instantly merged together, slapped at the Magic Peak.

Mo Feng didn't know that this was the 1,000-shot sword swing. He thought that one time he could cut Promir, and now that moment is coming.

Seeing that Promir no longer dodges, but stretched out a palm to himself, Mo Feng rushed over with his sword, and then an extreme light burst out in front of him, and then a continuous buzzing sound sounded in his ears. When the awake consciousness returned to his brain, he found that he was already lying on the ground.

When the giant sword fell to the ground, he was already in a daze. "Hehe," he said, "What happened, such a powerful force." He bit his lip and made himself growl angry. His head turned into a broken bellows, and the air leaked, causing his newly gathered consciousness to be blown away again, making him forget the giant sword, the Forest of the Warcraft, the battle, and the glory and failure. As long as he got up, this action was extremely difficult. Promir stepped on him until he began to let out an unconscious roar, and Promir kicked him out.

When he woke up, three hours had passed.

The wind in the Forest of Warcraft was still so sharp that he suddenly stood up. He found that at least twenty bones were broken on his body, and there were burning marks on his body. There was a broken black hole on his lower abdomen. It seemed that something wanted to fall out and was blocked by the giant sword pressing on him.

He endured the severe pain and looked around.

A bunch of bonfires burning strongly in the blizzard. There must be magic stones that can release fire elements, otherwise no flames can burn in this situation.

Promir was sitting next to the bonfire, barking raw meat in the volcano.

Mo Feng felt very cold, crawled out of the snow, pulled away the clothes like rags on his body, saw the injuries on his body, and used the undead energy to repair it. At the same time, he took out a brand new piece of clothing from the magic crystal ring and draped it on his body. It hurts very much, and the wound left by Promir on him is bleeding. She must have some supplements, otherwise the injury worsens in the Forest of Warcraft, and there will be a risk of death.

Death is not scary, what's scary is that he still

Without completing the mission of becoming stronger, his father told him that there was the ultimate power in the Forest of Warcraft that came from a thousand years ago, and he wanted that kind of power. Oh, so he also brought nine powerful guys from the tribe to the Forest of Warcraft to pursue the inheritance power... But where did that group of people go?

At this moment, in Mo Feng's sight, there was only a man who was barbecuing meat on the fire.

The man spoke first, "My name is Promir, the first disciple of the Five Peaks of the Great Snow Mountain. Now that your life is in my hands, you must be obedient."

Mo Feng held the giant sword placed next to his body. The men of the Demon Mountain Tribe pronounced his name in reverse and called it "Crazy Demon", which not only gave a complete interpretation of his character, but also set a mark on his behavior. When Mo Feng was in the Demon Mountain Tribe, he spent all his time practicing martial arts. He laughed and chopped off the men of the entire clan, and was called the strongest man in the thousand-year generation of the Demon Clan, so he planned to continue to pursue the title of the Demon Clan's strongest.

At that time, his father was still instructing him, and his sword was getting faster and bigger and bigger. No one dared to provoke the ten major tribes of the demon clan in the abyss, and he lived a boring life of training every day. The Demon Peak had the intention to get out of the demon clan. He brought the news from the temple and the nine powerful men in the clan into the Forest of the Warcraft.

The road was smooth sailing. What he didn't know was that the night before he arrived at the Warcraft Forest, a large-scale beast tide that had been rare in decades occurred in the Warcraft Forest. Most of the high-level monsters and high-level demons ran outside the Warcraft Forest.

When he flew to the Forest of Warcraft, he only saw the tails of the large group. Although he was a little confused, he didn't think much about it.

He came to the north with confusion all the way, but he didn't meet a guy worth taking action. Later, he finally found the trace of the Great Snow Mountain. After being ecstatic, he was filled with endless doubts.

What exactly happened?

Why does this guy named Promir have such powerful power?

"Where did my people go?" he asked weakly with a severely wounded tone after recalling his purpose, "There are nine of them in total."

Promir did not answer him, but just flipped the barbecue on the bonfire. The golden gravy secretly emerged from it, emitting a strange and blurry smell. Promir shook the barbecue in his hand, suggesting that Demon Peak.

Mo Feng was stunned, looking at the strange smile on the corner of Promir's mouth, he was stunned for a long time. No, Mo Feng thought, that was not their flesh, it would never be. "What did you do?" He put all the strength he had just accumulated in his throat and shouted, "What did you do to them!" He held the giant sword tightly in grief, but he had no strength to lift it up, and he couldn't even let his body sitting in the snow stand up. The wind of the Forest of the Warcraft passed through countless ice crystal branches and came to his face, making the clusters of beards that were about inch long become stronger. In the cold and desolate, he showed his sharp teeth in the dark, and his crazy ferocity was revealed between his teeth.

This place is very close to the Demon World. Promir sent the two people to be given two tasks, one person was responsible for tracking the traces on the snow, and the other person was responsible for walking into the mountains to inquire about the news in the Demon World. Too many ancient trees blocked his sight and blocked all the undulating mountains of thousands of meters. Only a very dark top was seen, reflecting dark light. No matter how you don't look carefully, you will definitely not be able to see it.
Chapter completed!