The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 461 Empty hand into the white blade and the hand with the wrong bone!
The mercenaries boldly walked out of the tavern, rolled over and fell to the ground, and Nahum Aman, who made a big pit on the ground, checked his injuries.

However, the result of the examination was that Nahum Amman, who was thrown out, fainted directly.

He didn't have any injuries, but the earth was miserable...a big hole was cracked...

The mercenaries were a little afraid of this mysterious man in black.

Old Mike and the young mercenary were sweating coldly, and they were also trying to figure out the identity of this man in black.

Is it the prince of the Grand Empire?The young master of the white tiger, the tiger has no life?No, he is a warrior with an axe.

Is it Gu Muming, the young master of the Azure Dragon of the Gran Empire?But it is absolutely impossible for him to come to this mercenary country alone!

And according to legend, he likes to be dressed in green and is a great knight, but the man in black didn't ride a horse...

So who is he?

All the mercenaries thought in succession.

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded.

The mercenaries standing outside the tavern looked ashen, they scrambled and crawled into the tavern, shouting anxiously: "Warriors, it's the Warriors mercenary group here..."

"Ah... this... this is none of our business... let's go..." Noisy voices immediately filled the entire tavern.

In the face of danger, people become confused...

Old Mike and the young mercenaries were also a little excited, but they were not afraid of the warrior mercenary group, but they were a little excited to see the mysterious man in black make a move, so that they could know who he was.

"Oh my god... is my tavern really going to be destroyed?" the boss murmured in frustration.

"The wine is good, this tavern will not be closed..." A soft voice sounded with full firmness.

The boss raised his head, and saw an empty wine glass appear on the bar counter at some point, and the man in black robe had already arrived at the door.

Old Mike and the young mercenaries followed excitedly, and many mercenaries also followed closely...

The man in black stood at the door but did not move, his soft voice sounded again now: "Don't go out..."

All the mercenaries were stunned and could only stand in the tavern.

The man in black walked outside in that unique way.

Old Mike and the young mercenary were very curious, and they walked slowly towards the door.

Stretching out his head to look, he saw that the man in black was already facing hundreds of warrior mercenaries holding weapons.

The headed stout mercenary man, holding a two-handed giant sword, shouted loudly: "Who are you, what are you doing in the way?"

"Is he one of yours?" The black-robed man asked directly without answering their words.

Following the voice of the man in black, he saw Nahum Aman lying unconscious in a large pit on the ground beside him.

"You knocked down that bastard Nahum Amman?" The headed stout man frowned and asked.

"A barking dog, I was upset when I saw it, so I gave him a slap..." the man in black said softly.

"A slap?" Hearing the words of the man in black, the mercenaries in the tavern realized that it was just a slap that sent the black iron swordsman flying...

"Do you know who I am?" the thick mercenary man raised his eyebrows and asked in a rough voice.

"I don't know..."

"I'm the leader of the warrior mercenary group..." Just as the man was about to boast, he was interrupted by the voice of the man in black: "I don't care who you are, I'll give you a chance. leave here."

"Haha... In Utred Town, no one can order the warrior mercenary group to leave, not even the White Tiger Knights of the Grand Empire." The man was obviously angry, and he laughed loudly.

"White Tiger Knights?" The black-robed man was stunned and muttered.

"Boy, you are so arrogant. The leader of my warrior mercenary group, the golden swordsman Lancelot Gerald, wants to fight you!" The golden swordsman Lancelot Gerald suddenly shouted.

"Duel?" The man in black murmured as if lost in memory when he heard these two words.

"Oh my god... the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller..." Behind Old Mike, a group of mercenaries chirped and discussed.

"Do you dare to accept it?" Golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller cried out in dissatisfaction when he realized that the man in black robe opposite him was silent.

The mercenaries of the warrior mercenary group behind Lancelot Jeller shouted loudly: "Duel, duel..."

"Okay!" After a long time, the man in black replied simply.

"Then you will die!" The golden swordsman Lancelot Geral said with a ferocious expression on his rough face.

His muscular arms were swinging a two-handed giant sword, and bursts of hot red flames enveloped his body.

"Oh my god... the fighting spirit of the fire element..." A group of mercenaries began to discuss.

"Are you scared?" Golden Swordsman Lancelot Jeller asked proudly with a hideous expression.

"Set off fireworks? Hurry up if you want to fight..." The man in black didn't care at all, and urged instead.

"You're looking for death..." With a loud shout, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller was furious. He slashed with his sword forcefully, and the fiery red sword energy pierced through the air and rumbled towards the man in black.

"Such a slow speed..." The man in black seemed to shake his head and sighed.

"Go to hell..." Golden Swordsman Lancelot Jeller said with a ferocious smile.

The fiery red sword energy was cutting towards the black-robed man step by step, and in just a second, the huge fiery-red semi-circular sword energy could directly cut the black-robed man open.

Think about it, when the internal organs of the black-robed man were all scattered on the ground and the bright red blood was splashed everywhere, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller excitedly licked his dry lips with his tongue. He liked this scene The thrill of killing.

It's a pity, it's a pity that he can't meet today's scene.

The man in black disappeared in an incredible way.

The fiery red semicircular sword energy directly cut off a big tree around it...

What about people?

The hand of the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller holding the sword was a little wet, and the corners of his eyes were beating rapidly...

"How do you want to die?" A soft voice came from the surrounding air.

"I don't want to die, go die!" The golden swordsman Lancelot Geral was obviously extremely angry. He roared, and the fighting spirit around him rose rapidly like a flame. in a circle.

The mercenaries behind him retreated one after another...

After waving for a long time, he used a lot of grudge, but he still didn't find the man in black robe. Panting heavily, Lancelot Jeller stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and shouted loudly: "Don't run if you have the guts! If you have the guts, come out and confront me head-on!"

"Okay!" An evil laugh sounded.

The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller stared, only to see the man in black standing there five steps ahead of him.

"Wahhaha...Go to hell!" After being played by the man in black for so long, the golden swordsman Lancelot Gerald laughed a few times when he saw that this damned guy was willing to appear. The two-handed giant sword slashed forward.

"Can this kind of toy be called a sword? I'll throw it away for you!" But the black-robed man gave an evil laugh, and said as he watched the huge sword coming towards his head, not avoiding it.

Before the voice fell, the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller only felt a blur in front of his eyes and a soft force in his hand. He let go of his hand in a panic. After a while of relaxation, there was a "clang" sound in his ear .

He fixed his eyes and saw that his two-handed giant sword was thrown not far away as scrap iron.

The mercenaries watching all around took a cold breath. They were able to take away the golden swordsman's sword and still drop it under the condition that he was slashing with all his strength. In just one second, this is probably... …I am afraid only God can do it.

The kung fu of the black-robed man's empty hand into the white blade was just at the right time.

"Ah..." The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller, as a golden swordsman, kept his sword in his hand. He roared angrily, and raised his fist full of fighting spirit to smash it hard.

"Your hands are not good, let me remove them for you!" The evil voice continued to sound.

Before the golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller could react, he heard a crisp 'crack' sound.

His hands were in pain, and then he lost consciousness; cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he screamed like a pig.

"How does it feel to be divided?" The man in black asked with a smile.

The golden swordsman Lancelot Jeller fixed his eyes and saw that these were his own hands!
It has clearly turned into two knots, screwed together in a mess...

He screamed loudly, with a look of fear on his face.

"I don't want this hand, do you want this leg?" The man in black took a step forward and asked with a wicked smile.

Hearing this evil voice, all the mercenaries present took a breath.

It's really scary, this is not a human, it's a devil at all...

Unknowingly, many mercenaries began to tremble, fear, and fear enveloped their hearts.

(End of this chapter)