Warlord of Chaos

The third and third chapters are late stunts

The mercenaries behind Juventus also followed the cheers. Some of them were eager to cross the Evans and rushed forward. They wanted to match the orc warriors who attacked Han Jin.

"Evans, take your people first!" In a man shouting and cheering, Han Jin’s voice is still very clear.

Juventus stunned and reacted immediately. After all, it was the land of the elves. If the large number of reinforcements from the elves were attracted, they would be in danger. Hanjin could be withdrawn later, consisting of six or seventy carriages. The team has nowhere to run.

"Give me a stop!" Juventus shouted: "Let's go!"

The mercenaries who rushed to the front stopped there, and their faces were full of unwillingness. However, there was nothing wrong with the violation of Juventus’s orders, but Han Jin had already spoken. They came to Hanjin and no one wanted to give them to Han. Into the bad impression.

"What stupid? We will drag the adults here, go!" Juventus shouted again.

The mercenaries turned around and ran to the rear. Juventus made a whistle. His horse had already ran far away. He heard the whistle and hurriedly turned around and ran to Juventus. He was ready to jump in Juventus. When he was on the horse, he suddenly remembered something and made the greatest effort: "Raphael, they killed more than 30 of our brothers!!"

"Understood." Han Jin’s voice floated over. The next moment, his figure appeared in another place. The green mantle reappeared, and the dazzling streamer shrouded the space of tens of meters. After the bloom, Instead, it is a bright blood, numerous broken limbs and broken arms, the screams of the orc warriors, the mourning of the blast wolf, resounding between heaven and earth.

This is a cruel world where a strong man can walk freely. Ordinary warriors can never compete with high-end forces. A group of ants want to kill a giant in the sky. God knows how to pay a terrible price, and confronts Han Jin’s comprehension. They don't have any chances. Even if they face a million troops, they will give Han a certain amount of time. If they want to fight and want to go, he will kill all the enemies sooner or later!

Juventus showed a smirk on his face. He never looked back and led the team to escape to the distance because he knew that Hanjin would avenge them.

More than one Evans wanting revenge, a sound close to hysteria sounded: "Master, that big man! Kill him! Kill him!!"

Omar snorted and shouted: "Give it to me, you go around!"

When I heard Omar’s orders, some panicked orc warriors suddenly spread out to the two wings, and Omar jumped out of the blast wolf and strode to Hanjin, although Han Jin’s combat power far exceeded his expectations, but It’s nothing remarkable. What makes him confused and confused is that the other party should be a magician, but the blue sword that swallows the cold in his hand, the knight shield of a male lion in the left arm, and the fit, The proud robes are more like warriors than all the fighters! Is that really Rafael? !

Han Jin reached out and grabbed the Soul Eater, then threw it to the rear. With the shackles of the handcuffs, the Soul Eater blew open, and a cloud of dark clouds rushed to the sky, overwhelming, crazy. The outward expansion and surging, there are all kinds of harsh laughter, screams, and snoring in the clouds. It seems that there are thousands of ghosts singing in them.

The orc warriors' rushing came to an abrupt end. They couldn't see the team anymore, and they couldn't see what was in the fog. Brave was limited after all. They faced the unknown and strange scenes, and they were instinctively afraid.

Omar shouted and waved a long sword with a blazing fire and rushed straight to Hanjin.

Unfortunately, Han Jin changed from a warrior to a magician, and it was a magician who ignored the magic 'refractory period'. His body shape suddenly appeared here, and suddenly appeared there, and the green mans in his hand kept waving. Every time you shoot, there will be a dozen or even dozen orc warriors in a pool of blood. Occasionally, several powerful orc warriors can avoid Hanjin’s attack in time, but they just avoid it when they try When launching a counterattack, Han Jin had another place, and avoided it once. It did not mean that he could avoid the second time. The next moment Hanjin appeared behind them like a ghost, waved his hand and took their lives with an understatement.

Omar became a headless fly, in vain 'following' Han Jin's figure, but could not catch up, and finally simply stood there and did not move, cold-eyed Han Jin chased his subordinates, only his The look is still calm, without any signs of anger.

"I don't think that the famous Rafael lord will only bully the weak! Hehe..." Omar gave a scornful laugh.

When Omar ridiculed, Han Jin had appeared behind an orc warrior, and his right hand was gently banded. The blue sword was from top to bottom, kneeling on the neck of the orc warrior, and then continued to fly down and squat. Below the blast wolf, two huge heads rolled and flew far away.

"If you kill you first, they must go everywhere, too much trouble." Han Jin said faintly, he only killed more than 300 elite orc warriors within a few hundred meters of time. Snow white blood red is mixed with each other in a fascinating and beautiful way, but his emotions are like old-fashioned, without any fluctuations.

"Now... no trouble?" Omar sneered, and the one who was killed by Han Jin was already the last orc warrior. Only a few dying wolves were hiding in the distance and groaning screaming. sound.

As soon as the voice fell, Omar's body shape turned into a residual image, and it quickly flew to Hanjin with a thunderstorm. The burning fire sword pointed to Hanjin's chest.

Han Jinjian refers to a quote, Qingmang has turned into a giant sword of more than 30 meters, and straight to Omar, Omar's figure is not short, but compared with the giant sword, he is like a fly. A little fly is so poor.

There was a loud bang, and numerous messy fireballs flew around. The giant sword flew back and turned into a blue stream, falling into the hands of Han Jin, and Omar’s figure was popped tens of meters away for himself. His dignity and face, he leaned against the huge resistance, so that his feet and small half of the calf fell into the depths of the snow.

"Yeah, no trouble, it's your turn." Han Jin said while walking slowly to Omar, his killing is getting bigger and bigger, his heart is getting colder and colder, too lazy to inquire about each other. The origins, the purpose, and the attempt to come together with the elves just want to kill first.

"It's my turn?" Omar said with a scream: "It seems that you don't know who I am. Introduce yourself. My name is Omar. I am from the city of Faro. I am the prince of the orc family, I..."

"There is too much nonsense." Han Jin waved his right hand: "If you want, you are scared, go!"

A black silk thread shot out, swimming rapidly in the snow, and instantly approached Omar.

Omar stepped back, and the long sword burning with blazing fire strove forward. When the flame touched the black thread, the black thread suddenly twisted. Han Jin’s face turned white at the same time. He was in a hurry. With the handcuffs, the black silk thread gave up Omar and flew up.

In the next moment, Han Jin’s figure disappeared from the place and appeared in front of Omar, and Qing Mang roared out.

Omar hurriedly waved the fire sword and blocked Han Jin’s attack. However, an orc warrior who was dominated by pure power was not as powerful as Han Jin, and the whole person was bombarded.

Han Jinjian refers to a quote, Qingmang is turned into a giant sword, swept out, and Omar's toes point to the ground, flying like a cannonball to the air, avoiding the sword light released by Hanjin by a millimeter.

Han Jin’s hand went to the air, and the black silk thread swam silently like a snake, intercepting Omar from behind, and entangled Omar’s body, and tied Omar to a solid, Omar. Concentrated to avoid the attack of Hanjin, when the black thread and body were discovered, it was a pity.

Then Han Jin disappeared from the place, appeared in the sky above Omar, struggling to wave his left arm, and the lion's shield slammed on Omar's head.

Although in his own world, Han Jin has hardly cultivated martial arts, but now he has experienced countless **** battles, and gradually matured, not only his mind, Tao, but also many other things. Han Jin's series of actions, such as the rabbit's rapid decline, as natural as the flow of water, the connection is extremely compact.

Omar jumped like a cannonball, and fell like a cannonball, inspiring countless snow and sand, and his body actually pulled the earth out of a hole that was deep and full of feet.

Han Jinjian pointed to the next stroke, and Qingmang shot from the electric slant, slanting to Omar's head, and the tying rope was firmly locked on Omar's body. He didn't want his magic weapon to collide with each other.

Although Omar was beaten by blood, but still did not lose his mind, his life was suddenly turned out from the pit when his life and death were overhanging. The green mans almost rubbed his head. On the ground, the sword front, which is nearly 30 meters long, almost a quarter of it fell deeply into the ground, and the ground trembled fiercely, which proves the terrible power on the giant sword.

Han Jin once again released the refining mantra, which appeared in front of Omar, and his right fist swung forward, hitting Omar’s face. Omar was involuntarily, only gave a stern grief, and then flew out. .

Han Jinxuan started to smash, and the giant sword was turned into a green mang, and then the sword finger was pointed, and the green mans came out and rushed to Omar.

Omar's body and arms were tied tightly with the ropes, and lost his ability to move. Only his legs could move. Seeing that the green mans were getting closer, he suddenly loosened the fire dragon sword in his hand, followed by The kick was on the hilt, and the fire dragon sword rolled and flew out. It was welcoming the green mans, and the sound of the fire blasted, and the fire dragon sword slammed on the flames, like a cluster of fireworks.

Omar made an angry roar, and the whole body swelled outwards with the squeaking sound. As for the fire dragon sword that flew out of the handle 100 meters away, he could not attend.

This battle, let Omar learn a truth, war, we must go all out! What is the point of magical stunts if there is no chance to release them? !

Han Jinjian is guiding, and he is about to control Qingmang’s attack again. His face suddenly changes, and Omar’s figure is still expanding. It’s deeply immersed in the body of Omar.

"Receive!" Han Jin slammed the law, and the bundled fairy rope quickly left the body of Omar and swam to Han.

Omar's body continued to swell, like a balloon. His height broke through three meters. After breaking the interest, he broke through four meters. The armor of the body, whether it is steel, enamel or leather, bears no. The huge expansion force of the house has broken and even shattered, and the heavy hair on the face and body of Omar has been continuously thickened and increased.

"Somewhat..." Han Jin smiled. He didn't attack, but he looked at the fun.

"I didn't have a chance to say it just now..." Omar said in a slightly trembling voice. When he thought of this, he felt heartfelt anger and indignation. He introduced himself only half of it and was beaten by his opponent. He has to finish, because that is his pride: "I have gold in my body, you want to kill me? Hehe..."

Ten meters and fifteen meters, Omar's figure continues to grow, and finally becomes a giant monster that stands on the ground. Even the fluff that is worn on him is almost one meter long, and the sharp and white cockroach The teeth are even higher than Hanjin. The hands are close to the ground like an orangutan. The nails protruding from the fingertips are thicker than Hanjin's waist. An incomparably embarrassing, fierce momentum emanates from the monster, and the breath of the spurt from the bottomless mouth can actually melt the snow in a radius of ten meters, and every breath, every breath In one breath, there will be a thunderous roar.

When I was chasing the group of orc warriors, in the eyes of Han Jin, the orc warriors were no better than the ants, and at this moment, he also became a cockroach ant, and it was a real ants.

Han Jin’s face became dignified. He was not afraid of anything, but he remembered Guevara’s words. He was the king of the land, and the dragon had the ability to fly, and the behemoths should have the upper hand. But in fact, the dragon always tries to avoid conflicts with the Behemoth beast. To be precise, the dragon is afraid of Bi Meng, and Bi Meng is not afraid of the dragon, which can make the dragons compromise, and there must be certain reason.

If several such behemoths are united and attacked his army, the result is conceivable, and the whole line must collapse!

Han Jin can sense the breath of the behemoths in front of him. There is no problem in fighting with him. He has confidence in himself, but he can never bear face-to-face collision. The only way is to go back and fight for opportunities! The group fight is not a personal confrontation. There is no room for detour, either killing or being killed.

Han Jin suddenly remembered a man, the Duke of Solomon, the capital of the elements! In the war between the capital of the element and the city of the city, the capital of the elements has always prevailed. The Gaelic chief said that the Grand Duke of Solomon propped up the glory of the capital of the element by his own power. The enemies in front of us are still so fierce, not to mention the lord of the city of Fusa, not to mention that the Grand Duke of Solomon can be firmly pressed against the city of Faro. How strong is his strength? !

There was a picture in Han Jin’s mind. Several monsters led the countless orc warriors, and the mountains and the mountains rushed to the elements. An old man stood calmly on the city and commanded the magicians to release attacks, fire, lightning, Rotating ice thorns and roaring sand dust swallowed the whole field, talking and laughing, and smashing the smoke!

Before mentioning the Duke of Solomon, Yalena’s eyes were full of repressed pride and worship, and the unfathomable Gaelic master was the same. Han Jin could understand Yalina, but could not understand Gail’s, in his opinion, cover The true strength of the general manager should not be worse than that of the Grand Duke of Solomon. Is his reverence for the Grand Duke of Solomon only because of power and friendship?

Now he finally understands that the rumor is not overestimating the Duke of Solomon, but underestimating!

"I still want to kill me?" Omar made a ridiculous laughter, and laughter as far as the thunderbolt spread far and wide along the snowfield.

The next moment, Omar suddenly moved, and the distance of tens of meters, he only used one step. The huge fists slammed from the top like a rock, and the fists did not arrive. The wind that has been brought up has already put the product on the side of Han Jin. The snow was swept away.

Han Jin did not expect that the speed of this behemoth would be so agile. Fortunately, his speed was not slow. His body shape sank into the ground and slammed. Omar’s right fist was deeply caught in the snow, and the ground was in a fierce Trembling, within a few tens of meters square, a mist of snow dust violently vibrates, and flies out from the white snow, such as the fog rising in the morning.

Han Jin has risen from the back of Omar into the air, and the sword refers to a guide. The Qing Mang is turned into a giant sword of more than 30 meters long, and it is the heart of Omar.

Omar turned sharply, and stretched out a few meters of slap in the palm of his hand without any scruples, and it was a loud noise. The giant sword slammed on the ground like a weak branch, then bounced again. Ten meters high, rolling down to the depths of the snowfield, Han Jin was struck by lightning, he just wanted to test the true attack power of this monster, but the result far exceeded his expectations, the magic weapon and his gods are connected, the magic weapon is created, he also Will be injured.

Omar looked down at her giant claws. There were cracks on the thick and sharp nails. Omar could hardly believe that his nails could pierce the body of the dragon like tofu, and the handle was weird. The magic props almost broke his nails.

Omar made an angry roar, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, grabbed five deep ditches on the ground, and grabbed a group of sandstone in his palm, then forced to go to Hanjin.

The overall weight of the sandstone is not known to be several times the weight of Hanjin. It immediately turns into a shadow of thousands of lasings, wrapped in a dull or sharp whistling sound, covering the space of a dozen meters around Hanjin.

Han Jin immediately released the curse, and his body appeared in another place. Omar’s left hand was followed by the rise, and thousands of sands and spurs came.

Han Jinxuan started to squat, and it was a retreating curse. He avoided the position of Omar far away. The sword pointed to a glimpse. The slightly faint green mangling flew from a distance, and the figure of Han Jin was lifted into the sky.