The middle-aged man slammed towards the sword dancer leader of the same tribe without any scruples, his arms were bulging, and his body was covered with a dark red halo like a flame, and the whole person exuded an extremely terrifying aura. Even under his movements, the space around him was faintly distorted, and although there was no howling wind, there was a more palpitating sense of threat than the howling wind.

With this blow, this middle-aged man actually had no intention of showing the slightest mercilessness, and it seemed that he really wanted to kill this sword spirit dancer on the spot!

And in the face of such a ferocious slaughter of the middle-aged elf, the female elf sword dancer leader who maintained a proud look on his face from beginning to end did not feel the slightest panic because of this. It seemed that she had known that the end of the road would be like this, she just moved slightly, and then staggered to let go of the attack that was rushing towards her, and the sluggish feeling around her as if it was created by the distorted space, as if it could not be applied to her body at all.

It's like a ripple of a light boat on the surface of the lake.

Then, at the moment when the two of them staggered, the female elf sword dancer's right hand directly turned into a hand knife and cut at the middle-aged elf's neck.

Compared to the reddish and blackened halo, the milky white energy surrounding the female elf sword dancer's hand knife was particularly holy and dazzling, and compared to the strange aura of the middle-aged elf, the sound generated by the female elf sword dancer's hand knife was simply as deafening as thunder. Under this milky white energy, those dark red blood qi that was almost substantiated quickly melted like cold snow meeting the sun's exposure.

Soon, the middle-aged male elf's neck, which was protected by the dark red bloody aura, was completely in the sight of the female sword dancer.

There was no doubt that just as the middle-aged male elf's killing blow didn't leave any hands in place, if his neck was actually struck by the hand knife of the elven sword dancer of the Windbreaker Tribe. Then the end result must be that his head is cut off directly.

In this small dispute that can be said to be a quarrel, these two highland elves, who are both respected by the Breaking Wind Tribe and have real power, actually made a move with the idea of killing each other!

"Humph!"

Feeling the threat on the knife, the middle-aged elf let out a cold snort, and the blood qi emitted from his body instantly turned into a real flame and burned, but this flame eruption and burning condition only lasted for a second, and then contracted back into his body at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, the air was filled with a bit of dreary silence before the storm fell.

At this moment, the Sword Dancer Commander gave up the attack that could cut through the opponent's carotid artery if he could go a little further, and retracted his right hand at great speed.

There was a red light, which flashed in mid-air.

It happened to pass by the retracted right hand of the Sword Dancer.

The Sword Dancer Commander took a few steps back. The middle-aged elf also rushed forward for a distance, and once again the two sides maintained a distance of about five meters.

The Sword Dancer Leader stared at the back of the middle-aged elf in front of her, and she knew that the other party was really moving at this moment. But even so, her face still did not change in the slightest, but her hands were slightly lowered. pressed on the scabbards of the two short swords at his waist.

Fangs of the Wilderness.

Wind Blade.

The two daggers appear to be a pair, but in reality they are only similar in material.

The fangs of the Wilderness, one of the daggers. It is a sacred relic of the elven tribe carried by the highland elves who were exiled to the wilderness back then. It is said that its history can even be traced back to the end of the Dusk Age, but how it ended up in the hands of the Stormbreaker Tribe, no one knows what is clear, the only thing that is clear is that the founder of the Windbreaker tribe brought this short sword from the Eye of the Storm tribe.

The Wind Ghost Blade is a short sword forged by the Wind Breaker tribe when they first discovered a material very similar to the Fang of the Wild Land in the Wild Lands, and then asked those dwarves living in the Wild Lands to forge it. And back then, because of this short sword. The Wind Breaker tribe even had a war with a gray dwarf tribe, and that war occurred before the Wind Breaking Tribe and the Snow Wind tribe were at odds, so with the support of the Snow Wind Tribe, it was natural to completely annihilate the gray dwarf group and take back the Wind Demon Blade.

So actually. These pairs of identical-looking daggers are not actually a pair, and even in terms of craftsmanship alone, the Wind Demon Blade is far inferior to the Fangs of the Wilderness. But even so, the Wind Ghost Blade is still a very sharp legendary-level short sword.

As a sacred relic of a clan, being able to be carried away so easily by this sword dancer leader shows that the identity of this female highland elf of the Breaking Wind tribe is naturally not simple. Otherwise, it would be impossible for even a person of high status to use the tribal relics at will, or even bring these daggers to the area of the human realm.

However, even though she had grasped the two short swords, the female highland elf's expression became more and more solemn.

She took a deep breath to calm the faint incongruity that had arisen in her heart for a moment, and then pulled out the two simple daggers at the same time. At this moment, the female elf sword dancer's body also began to exude an extremely subtle but very powerful force fluctuations, full of battle intent as if thrown into an oil bottle in the fire, instantly turned into monstrous flames!

"Good." The middle-aged elf with his back to the Sword Dancer said in a deep voice, and then slowly turned around.

On the left half of the elf's face, there is a complex and strange red texture, which seems to be similar to the texture of the magic circle at a rough look, but it is much more complex than the magic circle. In addition, all the exposed skin on his body that was not covered by the costume also had a large number of complex blood-red patterns. These patterns all shone with a red light, like a flow of activated magma, filled with an eerie, hideous, and terrifying aura.

The middle-aged elf just stood in place, but it was as if there was an invisible force field enveloping the surrounding space, and waves of bloody aura continued to emanate from his body, the closer he got to this middle-aged elf, the more intense the bloody aura would become, and people with slightly weaker mental endurance would not be able to confront such an opponent head-on. What's more, it could be seen from the attack he had just made to the Sword Dancer Commander. In terms of melee ability, he also has extremely strong combat effectiveness, and even his speed and reflexes are far beyond ordinary people.

In a sense, this ability to emit a bloody aura and affect opponents should also be regarded as a domain ability.

If Sean could see the middle-aged male Highland Elf at this time, then he would know how difficult this limited-time mission really was.

Bloodstreak Hunter.

This is a special advanced class unique to the Highland Elves of the Savages.

The so-called special advanced occupation is a type of occupation that is allowed to work only if special conditions are met. In contrast to the extremely difficult to change jobs in this type of class, and the difficulty and slowness of subsequent job advancements, the powerful abilities brought by the successful transfer of special advanced classes are enough to make up for this gap.

Like Sean's Curse Mark Swordsman, the third-order heavy armored knight he met in the Kingdom of Portoroa, etc., are all special advanced classes.

However, the advanced difficulty of the [Blood Pattern Hunter] class is even more difficult than Sean's Curse Mark Swordsman.

First of all. The restriction of this profession is that it must be a person born in the Savages, even if it is also an elf, but if it is not born in the Savages, then it will not be able to access the questline in the direction of the transfer. Secondly, they must be believers in the goddess of the hunt, and their status or status in the hunting church must not be too low. The most rear. is the ultimate requirement for this class: melee class.

Normally, the true strength of the Blood Pattern Hunter must be at the level of half a level under the premise of the current realm.

Other words. This middle-aged elf completely activated the blood pattern ability on his body. His strength was almost equal to that of the powerhouses of the lower Sacred Realm. At the very least, this special ability to use bloody breath to interfere with and affect the opponent's combat effectiveness is essentially equivalent to a domain ability. From this, it can be seen from this that once the Bloodstreak Hunter is officially made a Sacred Domain powerhouse, then how terrifying this domain ability will be.

However, at least the middle-aged male elf in front of him has no possibility of becoming a powerhouse in the Holy Domain in this life.

This is very clear to the people of the entire Wind Breaking Tribe.

Opposite. This female elven sword dancer is in charge, but she is very young now, not even eighty years old. With her strength and natural ability, it was very easy to break through the Sanctuary. The real limit lies in whether she can finally break through the legend. However, at present, the Wind Breaker Tribe has high hopes for this sword dancer leader, at least the sword dancer guard she brought out is obviously much stronger in terms of combat power than the sword dancers cultivated by the previous Wind Breaking Tribe.

"But it's just a kid who has only risen to power in recent years, can he really stand side by side with me?" The middle-aged elf roared in a deep voice, especially when his gaze looked at the middle finger of the female sword dancer's right hand, and the expression on his face was even more hideous.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that there is an extremely obvious wound between the middle fingers of the right hand of the sword dancer, and the blood is oozing out little by little. What was just shocking was that the blood beads that oozed from the scars quickly evaporated as soon as they appeared on the skin of the sword dancer's commanding fingers.

For this faint injury on her right hand, the female elf sword dancer knew very well how it had suffered.

In the previous momentary confrontation, if she hadn't stopped quickly, her right hand would have been cut off by the flashing red light just now.

As the highland elves who believe in the goddess of the hunt, they are best known for their keen sense of smell, so most of the time they can sense danger in advance and avoid traps. Of course, there are pros and cons to this approach, and the advantage is that the flaws deliberately revealed by the opponent in battle are meaningless to them; The disadvantage is that once the opponent knows the problem of the Highland Elves, then they can abandon their own defense in many places and concentrate on attacking.

Of course, this is only useful for NPCs in the game, and will have no effect on the player.

Because this belief ability bonus is applied to the player, it becomes "Critical Damage Reduction and Critical Hit Chance", and it is also divided into active and passive effects.

Therefore, the female sword dancer leader was able to dodge the blow that was almost a slash just now, relying on this extremely keen sense of smell for combat talent. But even so, the middle finger of her right hand was inevitably rubbed, and it was this blow that hurt her a little.

Under normal circumstances, this injury is naturally nothing.

But in the face of the blood-streaked hunters. Then any bleeding wound will become a flaw that the other party can exploit.

To explain it in the game's terms, it's the "vampirism" effect.

Of course, as a terrifying profession, the Bloodstreak Hunter actually has some weaknesses. One of the biggest weaknesses is that they can't receive any outside healing - the original in-game representation is that no healing skill can be applied to players of this class, and they must be restored by the lifestealing effect that the class has. And in the current reality of the world, the manifestation is that the injuries they have received are difficult to heal, at least when the blood color pattern is activated.

The female sword dancer's gaze withdrew from the middle finger of her right hand, then landed on the neck of the blood-streaked hunter, and said in a deep voice, "Do you really think that you are the only one who can hurt people?" …… I said it. We are on equal levels, not just because of our status in the tribe, but also because of our strength. …… And this still refers to the situation of not borrowing external forces. ”

At this point, the Sword Dancer Commander paused.

At this moment, an extremely slight tearing sound suddenly sounded.

The blood-streaked hunter's pupils shrank suddenly!

Because this tearing sound happened to come from his body. There was a wound on his neck that was identical to the one he had wounded the Sword Dancer Leader. It's just that the wound he wounded the Sword Dancer was not very fatal, and the amount of bleeding could be stopped at any time; But this neck injury is different. If it were half an inch deeper. Then his carotid artery will be cut directly, and the amount of bleeding alone will be enough to threaten his life.

The blood-streaked hunter's face turned extremely ugly.

Because at this moment, he has truly understood what his opponent means by saying "no external force".

His gaze had already fallen on the short sword called the Wind Ghost Blade.

The Blood Pattern Hunter knew very well what the strength of the sword dancers in his tribe was, after all, they could not look up and look down in the tribe. However, in his memory, the strength of the two of them is indeed half a catty. No one can really suppress anyone, so if it does fight, it will indeed be a lose-lose situation, but this means that both sides are under the same preconditions, if it is the kind of death match where both sides are ready. Then his chances of winning are still relatively large.

Because of this, he will take the lead at the beginning, in order to naturally take advantage of this first strike. Once he has the upper hand, then he can slowly turn the advantage into victory in the course of the battle, and then completely kill the existence that is now becoming more and more like a thorn in his side in his eyes in one fell swoop.

However, in the end, he ignored the fact that the Sword Dancer had two tribal relics in his hands at this moment.

As a holy relic in the clan, the entire Breaking Wind Tribe is naturally familiar with the situation of these two holy relics.

Although no one knows what the true function of the Fangs of the Broken Wilderness is now, it is very clear about the situation of the Wind Demon Blade, that is, it can increase the speed of the holder. As for the specific ascension speed, the people in the tribe did not know, because although the Wind Ghost Blade was modeled after the Tooth of Breaking the Desolation, in fact, the only one who could really control these two holy relics in the entire Wind Breaking Tribe was the sword dancer in front of him.

Vigna. Breaking wind.

"Vinya, others don't know your true identity, do you think I don't know either?" The middle-aged blood-streaked hunter's face became extremely ugly, as the older generation of the tribe, he had lived in the Breaking Wind Tribe for more than one hundred and fifty years, not only had he accumulated prestige in the tribe for a long time, but also knew the secrets of many tribes, "You are just a sinister species, do you really think that you can command the sword dancers of the entire tribe?" ”

Vinya's originally peaceful gaze suddenly turned cold, and the hands holding the two swords suddenly clenched, and the expression that had been calm and calm finally had strong fluctuations.

"Hmph, it seems that you should know your identity." The middle-aged elf sneered, "Although I don't know how you tricked the admission of the tribal relics, if you really think that you can control the tribal relics, or even really be on an equal footing with me, then I advise you to die of this heart." …… With your present behavior, I am enough to make you a traitorous sinner! ”

"Just what you say?"

"Nope." The middle-aged elf shook his head, "With my status as the overseer of the Council of Elders. ”

Vinya's pupils contracted suddenly: "Today's information was deliberately given by you wrong!?" ”

"So what?" The middle-aged elf snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, I really have to thank those humans, if it weren't for them, I would indeed have to bear a lot of responsibility for losing so many Silver Sword Dancers." But now...... Having lost two Golden Sword Dancers under your command, what do you think the Council of Elders will think of this? ”

Taking a deep breath, the anger in Vigna's eyes began to fade and was replaced by a kind of indifference: "I'll be at your funeral, Lord Moraxo." ”

When the middle-aged male elf of the Breaking Wind Tribe heard this, a trace of horror suddenly swept through his heart, and an extremely terrifying aura of death instantly enveloped him. Immediately afterward, he saw Vigna lean down and charge towards him, but almost as soon as she took the first step, an identical figure appeared to her left, and when the two figures took the first step, two identical figures appeared on the right and behind at the same time.

Then in the third step, eight figures appeared in Morasso's eyes.

The fourth step, sixteen figures.

In the fifth step, there was no more to come.

However, the sense of coercion that erupted from the sixteen figures completely suppressed the operation of his blood and qi realm, and instead caused the qi and blood in his body to surge.

The next moment, five steps later.

Sixteen figures disappeared and eight remained, but Vigna. The awe-inspiring momentum emanating from Pofeng's body was twice as strong as before, judging from the momentum alone, it was no longer weaker than the aura of a quasi-holy domain powerhouse.

And after the eight sounds and shadows, there are four.

At this time, the aura on Vinya's body was already the same as that of the next Sacred Domain powerhouse.

When the figure only said two words, the blood on Vinya's face suddenly disappeared and became extremely pale, but the momentum on her body was more fierce and fierce than that of ordinary lower Sacred Domain powerhouses.

Then, when Vigna finally stepped in front of Moraço, the figure on the left clearly merged with Vinya's body in Moraso's eyes. At this moment, the momentum that erupted from Vinya's body was already enough to be compared to the powerhouses at the peak of the lower Sacred Domain.

At this moment, a look of fear finally appeared in Moraso's eyes, because he already knew what kind of ability Daovenia was using at this time.

That's the tribal secret of the Wind Breaker Tribe: the Dance of the Wind Breaker!

This is a powerful secret technique alongside the Snowwind Tribe's secret art, [Snowwind Death]! (To be continued......)

PS: There was a power outage yesterday, so ...... ORZ, the update is broken. I originally wanted to rush the monthly ticket list this month, but now it seems that I probably can't rush it, and something happened at home today. In terms of updates, I will continue as much as possible, and maintain a sufficient amount of updates, as for the monthly pass, I will not ask for it, you can see it.