Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 12 Black Diamond
Heiyao was about seven or eight meters in front of the two of them, and a sense of oppression came towards them, making them feel heavy on their shoulders and cold on their backs.

Dulong and Gao Yang leaned against each other involuntarily, and Dulong said quickly:
"Find a way to escape. This is Heiyao. We are no match for him."

Before Gao Yang could open his mouth, Heiyao, who was only seven or eight meters away from him, rushed towards them with a sword in hand.

Heiyao's body is tall, and its trunk is covered with thick tentacles. These tentacles are connected to each other, like a piece of flesh and blood armor, draped over its body.

Every time he ran, the flesh and blood armor would expand and contract like breathing, and then tighten with Heiyao's movements, providing it with powerful strength.

It goes without saying that this flesh and blood armor definitely has excellent defensive capabilities.

"Let's attack together!" Dulong shouted angrily, gripping the saber tightly and rushing towards Heiyao.

Gao Yang collected his thoughts and rushed forward with his sword.

On the battlefield, those who run away die the fastest.

When facing a strong enemy, even if you are defeated, you must show your strongest side.

Either survive death or die at the hands of a powerful enemy, this is the fate of a warrior.

Gao Yang's mind echoed with what Dulong had said to him, and the fighting spirit in his body began to be transferred to all parts of his body without reservation.

"clang!"

The black sword slashed down with a whistling sound, but was blocked by Dulong's saber and Gao Yang's sword.

The powerful force shocked Gao Yang. He and Dulong worked together to barely block Heiyao's sword.

If either of them faced Heiyao alone, he would probably be killed by Heiyao within three moves.

Gao Yang exerted force with his arms, and the big sword tilted slightly. With a sizzling sound, the blade rubbed against each other, sparks flew, and the black sword in Heiyao's hand slashed uncontrollably.

This is the difference in swordsmanship. Although Heiyao's strength and speed are stronger than Gao Yang and Dulong, because his soul was devoured by the Old One and he lost his mind, his fighting skills are far weaker than the two.

The moment Heiyao leaned forward, Dulong had already raised his knife and slashed it horizontally, with the knife just blocking Heiyao's forward path, just waiting for Heiyao to come to him.

Facing this direct attack, Heiyao actually staggered forward a step, using his chest covered with twisted tentacles to meet Dulong's attack.

The feeling coming from the knife was like cutting cowhide. Dulong's knife only cut off the tentacles on Heiyao's chest, leaving a superficial wound on his chest that was less than a finger's depth.

Heiyao raised his head and stared directly at Dulong with his pure white eyes. The next second, the most fanatical and pure murderous intent erupted. That was not the courage that a human should have.

Heiyao chanted enthusiastically, and raised the black sword in his hand from the lower left to the upper right.

The black two-handed sword is one meter and sixty long, and the sword spine is almost as thick as his palm. It is heavy and sharp, and the reddish edge of the blade leaves no doubt about its sharpness.

Seeing such a powerful weapon on the battlefield, Dulong's heart tightened and he chopped down with the heavy saber.

clang!
A sharp sound of metal collision was heard, and the black sword cut a hideous gap in the saber. The huge force instantly cracked Dulong's tiger's mouth, and blood dripped down the hilt.

Before Dulong could recover, Heiyao raised his sword again and chopped it off at Dulong's head.

If this sword hits Dulong, he will most likely die on the spot. Even if there is a priest, he probably cannot be saved.

The sound of breaking wind came from Heiyao's side. Before he could chop down the sword, Gao Yang had already attacked to his right side. While Heiyao raised his arm while holding the sword, leaving the gap under his armpit open, he stabbed the sword straight into Heiyao's side.

This sword is aimed directly at Heiyao's heart. If it insists on chopping it down with the sword, the sword will pierce its heart before it can chop it down.

Heiyao had no choice but to give up the opportunity to kill Dulong, and instead stretched out his left hand and clenched his fist to hit Gao Yang's sword tip.

The moment it struck out, the flesh and blood armor covering its body flowed onto its fist like water, forming a glove of tentacles, tightly enveloping it. The fist collided with the tip of the sword, the heavy, sharp tip breaking through the layers of tenacious tentacles, ultimately leaving a deep scar on the black fist.

Gao Yang took advantage of the situation and stirred it. If it weren't for the tentacles blocking it, this sword would have crushed all five fingers of Heiyao's left hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dulong finally caught his breath and kicked Heiyao in the abdomen.

Boom!
A dull sound came from Heiyao's abdomen. The force from Dulong's feet made Heiyao unable to help but take a small step back. Dulong also used the recoil force to create some distance.

Gao Yang drew his sword and stepped back, standing side by side with Dulong again.

A trickle of cold sweat oozed from Gao Yang's forehead. He stared at Heiyao and thought to himself, it's a good thing that Heiyao has lost his mind, otherwise he and Dulong would both die today.

He had only had a very brief confrontation with Heiyao, and as a result, Dulong was almost killed. If he had not withdrawn in time, his weapon would probably have been caught by Heiyao.

Heiyao only suffered an injury to his left hand and was hit in the abdomen by a kick that was neither too heavy nor too light.

"Whoo~"

Gao Yang slowly exhaled the foul air from his mouth, slightly lowered his body, and the fighting spirit flowed through his body in a slow but firm manner.

The huge battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the screams of the dying could be heard continuously.

But for Gao Yang and Du Long, their battlefield was silent.

When Heiyao appeared, the surrounding garrison troops subconsciously moved away from where Heiyao was.

Ordinary garrison troops will only be killed when facing Heiyao.

Only a strong warrior like the captain of the garrison can stop Heiyao.

However, it takes time to transmit information on the battlefield, and it will take some time for the captain closest to them to get here.

Heiyao held a greatsword in his right hand, and there was no other emotion in his pure white eyes, only fanatical destruction and the strangulation of life.

He stomped his foot hard, raising a circle of dust, and turned into a black shadow, rushing straight towards him.

"on!"

Gao Yang's eyes flushed red. He naturally understood the principle that the bravest will win when two meet on a narrow road.

If he was afraid at this moment, then the next moment would be his death.

Even if you can't win, you must never lose your momentum.

This has been Gao Yang's life creed for the past 23 years since he came from the orphanage. No matter when, he must not expose his weakness to others.

You must face any situation with your strongest side!
Gao Yang exerted force with his legs and rushed towards Heiyao.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and Gao Yang stared at Heiyao in front of him. As the two of them charged at each other, the distance between Heiyao and him shortened rapidly.

when!
At the moment when the two greatswords clashed, blood oozed from the corners of Gao Yang's mouth. He clenched his teeth and held on to Heiyao's greatsword.

In just a moment of fighting, he had already suffered some injuries from the power of Heiyao, and his vitality had dropped by 9%.

As Heiyao continued to exert his strength, the exaggerated power gap was revealed without reservation.

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