Infinite Heroes Seat

On Mount Yarete, listening to Bruce's plan, Mo Wen was taken aback.

"Are you crazy?" Mo Wen looked at Bruce in surprise, "That is the soul of the three strongest barbarians. No one is their opponent. Only when we add them up can we defeat them!"

"What! You want everyone to come together!" With a more surprised expression than Mo Wen, Bruce looked at him as if he had never known him before, and suddenly Kurkek's words sounded in his heart that night.

"Seattle? He may be a talented person, but he is definitely not a real warrior, let alone a real barbarian. There are some things that he doesn't understand at all!--"

"Hahaha—" Bruce burst into laughter that shook the entire top of Yareite Mountain. It seemed that he had let go of some long-term burden, or if he wanted to understand something, he laughed wanton and laughed. Tears flowed out.

Mo Wen's face was a little ugly, "What are you laughing at!"

Pointing to Mo Wen, Bruce slowly shook his head, "So you don't understand—"

The familiar words made Mo Wen feel annoyed.

"What on earth are you trying to say!" Mo Wen's face was pale.

Bruce glanced at him and shook his head, but said nothing. Instead, he strode towards the top of the mountain.

What was even more uncomfortable was that even Lilian and the others looked at him with weird expressions.

Except for Voliya, almost everyone had a strange light in their eyes, and Lilian even looked at him again, seeming to find something interesting.

Farrie opened her mouth. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but Gina grabbed it, and the latter shook his head gently.

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Mount Yarui. The white cloud is at the feet of everyone, looking from above, the majestic mountain city of Hagalos is like a building block in the hands of a child. The sun shines on the altar on the top of the mountain, and the three stone sculptures are now covered by a thick layer of ice and snow, but the posture of shouting from the sky is strong and powerful. However, the indomitable and gaze of the ancient barbarians was vividly manifested behind the altar. It was a majestic fortress, and at this time the iron gate was tightening.

Looking at the three figures on the altar who were taller than Bruce, Mo Wen took a silent breath and wanted to step forward. Turn over the sacrificial text on the altar.

But a hammer stopped him.

Under the sky. With his back to the ancient altar, on the top of Mount Arrett, Bruce roared towards Mo Wen: "Come on! Seattle! On the top of Mount Arrett, the last holy place for the barbarians, bet on what the barbarians have. Fame and glory, I, Bruce Tucker, will fight you!"

"The winner can get the qualification to challenge the ancient trial alone!"

Mo Wen's face turned ugly, he roared loudly.

"Bruce, do you understand the fortress behind you. Barr is massacring the remaining troops, and the world will be destroyed every second. Do you really know what you are doing!"

But Bruce roared louder.

"It’s you who don’t understand! Seattle! Do you know what this place is? This is the last holy place of our barbarians. This is the glory of all the savages for thousands of years, and you want to defile since ancient times, It represents the highest glorious sacred trial of the barbarians, which puts the barbarians to shame! It is you who don’t understand, not me!"

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and smirked.

"So even if this world is destroyed and all the savages are extinct, you have to stick to this **** tradition?"

Bruce fell silent, and after a while he lifted his head, his expression more serious than ever.

"Yes! Even if all barbarians die, the glory of barbarians cannot be tarnished!"

"madman!"

Looking into Bruce's eyes, Mo Wen knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, and he raised the scepter in his hand.

"You do not understand!--"

Bruce shook his head and raised the hammer in his hand.

"Really?" Mo Wen sneered. "When I beat you up, you might be able to wake up!"

Everything around became silent, Lilian and others looked at this side, but no one blocked it.

"Ha!" A loud howl came from Bruce's mouth, resounding across the top of Mount Arrett.

The next moment the two rushed towards each other at the same time.

An iron-like roar sounded from the top of the mountain, and the two figures continued to interlace.

The scepter in his hand swayed out like a torrential rain. Under the power of enthusiasm, Mo Wen hit Bruce again and again. The huge hammer stopped Mo Wen’s attack like a shield, but it was just like a shield. It's just that, under Mo Wen's rain-like attack, Bruce can only step back step by step.

"What's the matter, Bruce, is your so-called glory only at this level?" Mo Wen sneered, but the attack in his hand did not stop at all. As soon as his body turned, he came to the other side. The other side attacked.

"Or did you use a weapon that is not suitable for you, which made you weaker?" Looking at the Soulbreaker of the Immortal King in Bruce's hand, Mo Wen laughed and said: "Only the weapon that suits you is the best. Yes! You who are used to two-handed swords, how can you use the giant hammer well!"

As soon as the scepter in his hand accelerated, Mo Wen slashed past the hammer, and the tip of the rod slammed Jacob's chest.

With a silent knock, Jacob groaned, stepped back, flushing on his face.

But he shook his head, and the sledgehammer in his hand waved again. "You don't understand!-Some things are persisted with life, even if it is not appropriate!"

Mo Wen felt annoyed when he said this again.

"court death!"

revenge!

The scepter glowed with magical light, and then drew it at Bruce suddenly.

There was a whistling wind, and the scepter slammed on Bruce's body.

Confusion and surprise appeared on Mo Wen's face at the same time, but the next moment his face changed, he raised the shield in his hand.

With a crackling sound that almost cut through the air, the Soulbreaker slammed on the shield of the unknown.

The invisible Juli almost blasted Mo Wen away.

Backed a few steps in a row. Mo Wen's face was flushed, and his chest was faintly stuffy. He raised his head to look at Bruce who was half-black.

"Reckless! Are you going to die!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood gently. Bruce laughed loudly and said: "You don't understand! This is the top of Mount Yarete. Here I will not be defeated, nor can I be defeated. This is a battle to bet on life and all dignity!"

Laughing, Bruce's image became taller than ever in Mo Wen's eyes. He was no longer a kid who had been defeated and challenged by himself again and again. The shadow of long-term failure seemed to have gone away from Bruce. At this time, he was unprecedentedly confident.

reckless! reckless! reckless!

Attacking frantically, Bruce actually ignored the scars that Mo Wen had left on him, but continued to attack with a hammer. Under the heavy blow, the entire top of the mountain was shattered, and deep cracks spread from the ground.

Although wounds were left one after another on the opponent, Mo Wen frowned. This was the first time he was at a disadvantage in a fight with Bruce. That desperate style of play made him keep retreating.

Finally, after the Soulbreaker swept over his head again, Mo Wen broke out.

"You're going to die by yourself!"

The redemption of Grace Wald in his hand suddenly burst into white and red light, and the breath of holiness and evil erupted at the same time.

Enthusiasm + revenge!

The scepter suddenly turned into a light curtain visible to the naked eye.

The Soulbreaker that Bruce swung down was bounced high by the light curtain, and the remaining light suddenly drowned Bruce.

Looking at Bruce being strangled by the light curtain, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief. The combination of revenge and enthusiasm can be said to be his strongest attack since he stepped into Tier 6 with the help of Tyrael’s angel power. . He quickly mastered all the skills, and then began to think about the integration of skills. Some results have only been achieved not long ago.

Being hit by the fusion tricks, coupled with the redemption of Grace Wald, who is comparable to the magic soldier, Bruce will be seriously injured if he is not dead.

But the sledgehammer swayed from the light curtain suddenly broke his expectations in the next moment.

reckless!

With the hammer body that had begun to crack, the Soulbreaker seemed to be roaring frantically, blasting out of the light curtain formed by Grace Wald's redemption, and smashing at Mi Wen fiercely.

"What!" Mo Wen watched the Soulbreaker blast towards him.

'boom! The unprecedented metal collision sound, under the bombardment of the Soulbreaker, the red and white light curtain came to a halt, Mowen's shield flew away, and the whole person flew out.

"Ahem," Mo Wen, who fell on the ground, coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then struggled to stand up again. The armor on one of his arms was broken, and the arm was bent unnaturally, and the blood flowed down the arm. .

Being frontally bombarded by the top weapon-the Soulbreaker of the Immortal King, the heart of the gorgeous battle armor Grace Wald couldn't bear it either.

But at this time Bruce's appearance was even more miserable. The soul of the immortal king of the sacred armor had been blasted into scrap by Mo Wen. There were deep bone scars everywhere on his body, and the dense white bones were leaking out, vaguely It seemed that he could see the beating heart in his chest.

And the Immortal King Soulbreaker in his hand has already appeared one after another cracks, it seems that it will be broken in the next moment.

Bruce burst into laughter with bloodstains on his face and wounds all over his body.

He held the Soulbreaker again.

"Come on! Seattle, let's come again!"

At this moment, Bruce seemed to resonate with the entire Mount Arrett, and the whole world seemed to roar while laughing.

Lifting the giant hammer with both hands, a breeze winds around the hammer handle.

Frantic!

Bruce went into a frenzy without dual wielding weapons.

"kill!"

Recklessness after the frenzy!

The Soulbreaker is like a dragon whose life is heading towards the end, making the final blow with boundless aura.

"I won't lose! How could I lose!" Looking at the roaring dragon, Mo Wen lowered his head and muttered to himself, the redemption of Grace Wald in his hand exuded a dazzling light again.

Enthusiasm + revenge!

Boom again!

The black and the red and white light collide together ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ a huge noise, a dazzling light.

The next moment a figure flew upside down, and the bones of the body in the air made a sound. Listening to that sound, at least seven or eight bones were broken.

After seeing who the figure was, the women who watched the game exclaimed.

"Modi!"

"Your Highness!"

......

He fell to the ground feebly, Mo Wen vomited blood, but his eyes were fixed on the other figure.

The whole body was almost torn apart, but Bruce showed the winner's smile.

"Seattle, you lost!" (To be continued...)

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