"My fist will crush you to ashes!" The ice giant man who was manipulated by the ice dragon Skasa looked at the dying person in front of him with contempt. He did not have any sympathy. The dragon clan itself is a violent nature, and they do things simply and roughly.

The berserker on the verge of despair gave up his meaningless escape. He gradually stopped, lowered his head, as if he was in deep thought. The iron fist hanging on his head was smashing inch by inch, but Bob seemed to be unaware of it, and in fact, he was recalling the past from his earlier years.

The young ghost swordsman and his elderly master practiced in a village where thieves have been harassed by thieves for many years. The master was blind and had difficulty moving. He could only rely on his disciples as his left arm and right arm. The two of them could be said to depend on each other for their own lives.

One day, a group of fully armed and murderous thieves came outside. They surrounded the village and sent an envoy to ask the villagers to give up their resistance.

"Old guy, be aware of your weapons and put down your weapons!" said the thief envoy arrogantly.

"Mobsters, have the ability to get it yourself!" The teacher was unmoved.

"Then you just wait. Our arrow array that covers the sky and the sun will shoot you into a sieve!"

Master Ghost Swordsman turned his head and looked at the direction of his disciple. Although he could not see the disciple's appearance clearly, he could feel his fear and hesitation in his heart, so he patted his shoulder and smiled with a sigh.

"A knife and arrow can only damage the body. As long as you overcome the fear in your heart, be full of fearlessness, and move forward bravely, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Advisor, pick up the sword in your hand, go to the Huangquan agreement with your teacher, and drink the blood of the enemy!"

"Earth-breaking wave sword!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Ghost Sword Master raised his eyebrows and unsheathed his sword. A gorgeous flower of death bloomed on the thief messenger who had just become aggressive. Then, he held the sword in one hand and rushed towards the enemy's position without hesitation.

The young berserker at that time repeatedly chewed his master's words, but he still couldn't really understand it.

Bob slowly raised his head and saw the big iron fist less than two meters away from him, like a meteorite outside the sky, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Master, thank you. Today, I finally understand your teachings," the berserker murmured to himself, and at the same time picked up the lightsword in his hand and pointed to the void.

"There is no way to retreat, so why should I retreat again?" Bob smiled calmly, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, sweeping away the decadent look before.

"Advisor, Cross Slash is like a human spirit. You must have full energy in the middle and must not be weak inside. The more powerful the blood and energy condensed, the greater the damage it can cause." The guidance of the Ghost Swordsman Master lingers in Bob's ears from time to time.

The berserker's technique was like a mad dragon dancing. With one breath and one breath, a large blood-colored cross slash was released and faced the big fist above his head.

"Crack", a sound of glass breaking in the air.

Bob put away his sword and never looked at the ice giant again. In the sky, a layer of shiny powder floated away, just like the young Charlie had seen it several years ago.

The ice giant twitched at this time, his bloody pupils were shrinking sharply, and a layer of frost armor on his body melted faster.
Chapter completed!