Mutu's body shook and fell to his knees.

It doesn't matter how strong a warrior he is, how strong a race he is, and how strong he is...... He was a male creature, and his fatal creature and the weakest position of the male creature was pierced by Joe with an ice gun.

Mutu looked up at the sky, his hands pressed on his skirt, and his body trembled violently.

He gasped for breath and forcibly held back his crying and tears.

The two bull-headed old men in the back had a cold face.

Beside the two bull-headed old men, a bull-headed man who was second only to Mutu in size suddenly stepped forward, he raised the big axe in his hand, and slashed hard: "Coward, stand up, don't embarrass the Firehoof tribe!" ”

A group of bull-headed giants gasped lowly, they looked at Mutu who was kneeling on the ground, and no one stepped forward.

Joe stood under Mutu's skirt, and he once again condensed a few ice spears, fiercely piercing Mutu's vital points.

Mutu's body trembled violently.

He pulled the skirt armor with his hand, tried to take it off, grabbed Joe out and pinched it to death.

But the armor on his body was of excellent quality, extremely strong, and his trembling hands pulled the armor of his skirt 'click', but he couldn't remove it for a while.

He let out a low breath and prostrated himself forward.

Jo took the opportunity to leap out from behind him, leap high and stood, and stood on Mutu's broad, majestic back.

The talent that the Abyssal Mayfly brought to Joe made him incomparably lighter in the dark, and he was like an insignificant snowflake falling on the surface of a huge lake, and Mutu didn't even feel that he was actually standing on his back.

The bull-headed giant, who was second only to Mutu, raised the big axe in his hand: "Mutu! Coward! Kill your enemy, or be killed by him...... I will cut off the heads of your enemies and avenge you...... Your woman will become my woman, and your property will become my property. I will adopt your son, and when he becomes an adult, he will fight for me! ”

Joe looked up and glanced at the bull-headed giant man who roared loudly.

This is the law of survival of the Abyss Race?

Their own lords will be slain by the enemy, but they will sit back and watch...... Ah, of course, it's possible because, it's a one-on-one battle between Joe and Mutu. This is similar to a kind of duel, and this duel obviously has some special meaning among these abyssal races!

Joe glanced back at Marcos and Big Ivan, who were standing not far away.

Thankfully, they didn't come along and shoot together!

Otherwise, it is very likely that these big bullheads will rush up and swing their axes and chop them all around, right?

With a wave of Joe's right hand, a dark wind rolled up on the ground, and the large axe that Mutu had discarded on the ground was swept up by the wind, and fell into his hand with a 'buzz' sound.

The axe was unusually heavy, and the handle was so thick that Joe could barely hold it in his arms with both hands.

This is not a handy weapon!

Joe took a deep breath, held the axe in both hands, and slashed at the back of Mutu's head.

Mutu roared hysterically, his body jerked, his thick arms twisted back sharply, and his palms slapped towards Joe like two small doors.

But it was good that he didn't move, and as soon as he moved, several ice guns inserted in his vital points also rubbed violently.

Mutu let out a wail of unbearable pain, and his body fell to the ground suddenly, spasming and shaking uncontrollably in pain.

'Bang'!

Joe slammed his axe into the back of Mutu's head.

The big axe pulled a large spark from his helmet, making a screeching grinding sound.

A shallow crack appeared on the helmet, and Mutu let out an angry roar.

There was another loud bang, and Joe continued to slash down with an axe.

The crack in his helmet became more and more obvious, and Mutu's head shook as he cursed hoarsely, roaring hysterically in a language that Joe didn't understand at all.

"What a hard armor!" Joe couldn't help but hiss.

Such heavy armor has too much advantage on the battlefield...... Because Mutu is too large in size, the armor on their bodies is more than a foot thick, and the metal used is obviously extraordinary, and the casting technique is also extremely clever, and the defensive power of this set of armor is too strong to be estimated by common sense!

"Damn it!" Joe raised his axe again, and slashed down again.

The marks on the helmet were a little deeper, but they still failed to break the helmet and really hurt Mutu.

Joe gritted his teeth angrily and cursed, and he raised his axe again.

In the distance, in the darkness, a breaking wind struck.

In the void, huge distorted figures flashed, the entire void squirmed, and the space turned into hazy frosted glass, as if some kind of terrifying existence was about to break through the barrier of the void and forcibly break through to this world.

A low 'hiss' sound continued to sound, a terrifying aura that was unsettling, creepy, and heart-wrenching, rapidly approaching with the sound of breaking wind.

An aura of darkness enveloped the entire Apophis Palace.

In the burning main building of the Apophis Palace, all the flames were instantly suppressed by this terrifying dark aura, and the flames suddenly shrank, and there was almost no trace of fire.

A hideous long sword flew through the air, and it was about to crash into Joe's body, but it suddenly stopped out of thin air and was quietly suspended in front of Joe.

Joe instinctively dropped the big axe and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The long sword, which is about five feet long and has a pitch-black body, is shaped like a hideous hydra. The slightly curved and sinuous sword body was densely packed with countless black scale-like ripples.

The tip of the sword is the snake tail, the sword body is the snake body, nine hideous snake heads, three snake heads on the left and right to form the sword grid, and the three snake heads in the middle form the sword handle.

Qiao Yi grasped the long sword, and this strange shape of the long sword vibrated violently like a living thing.

With a flick of his fingers, the long sword was concussed more than tens of thousands of times!

Joe used all his strength to barely hold the sword.

The tentacles of the sword handle inexplicably make people feel a trace of strange smoothness and coldness, as if holding a real long snake. Waves of deep dark aura poured from the sword handle into Joe's palm and into his body.

This dark aura merged with the dark energy in Joe's body......

If the dark energy contained in this long sword is highly condensed mercury, then the dark energy in Qiao's body is sparse and floating water vapor.

The difference between the two in terms of quality is huge, and the difference in lethality is even greater.

The dark power contained in the long sword was constantly devouring the floating dark aura in Qiao's body, like a water press of hundreds of millions of tons, beating and calcining Qiao's originally loose dark energy little by little, becoming more refined and tighter.

At the same time, a terrifying will descended from the void.

Joe felt the gaze of substance staring at him through the void, this terrifying, huge, ancient, chaotic, and full of all kinds of negative mixed emotions, wanting to drill into his body, into his spiritual sea, infect his soul, dictate to him, and even distort his soul and change his consciousness!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

A grandiose, ancient, ineffable voice roared loudly in Joe's head.

Joe didn't resist it in the slightest!

Kill Mutu, that's what he was going to do!

Joe raised his sword, and then slashed down with all his might.

'Whew'!

Mutu's huge head flew up, and from his thick neck, a fountain of fiery blood spurted out, straight more than a hundred feet away.

Joe whirled, her body whirling, and she fell headlong from Mutu's headless body and fell heavily to the ground.

This sword ......

This sword has a ghost!

The heavy armor on Mutu's body did not play any role in hindering it.

His armor, his skin, his flesh, his bones, like a thin piece of paper, were split by this long sword that flew by itself, and Joe used all his strength to slash the sword, and all the power was almost all lost.

Joe snorted.

This feeling of using the wrong force...... Almost all of his arms, from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers, were thrown out by his own force.

Joe stood up from the ground in embarrassment, and shook his arms vigorously.

Strong muscles squeezed all the bones and joints from the fingers to the shoulders, and the dense impact of 'clicks' was incessant, and Joe reconnected his arms as fast as he could.

He raised his sword and pointed it at the bull-headed man, who was second only to Mutu in stature.

"You, you want to avenge him? Ha, if you want to take over his wife, children, and property, then you must first win the sword in my hand! ”

How did this sword come about, Joe didn't care, didn't care at all!

The sword was extremely sharp, incredibly sharp.

Joe just wanted to use this sword to kill these abyssal creatures who suddenly broke into his house and killed so many of his subordinates, so many servants, and maids, one by one.

The aura of darkness poured into Joe's body.

The dark power in his body that belonged to him was rapidly becoming stronger and purifying, his absorption of the Abyssal Crocodile Dragon Elixir was soaring rapidly, and the energy characteristics and talents of some of the dark side in his body were constantly increasing.

It's a powerful, terrifying, and supernatural sword!

There was a loud bang.

In the ruins of the Apophis Palace, which was still burning just now, and was extinguished by the terrifying dark aura brought by this sword, a powerful dark energy rose into the sky, and a large number of broken bricks and tiles were blasted into pieces.

Ferdinand, who was spewing black gas all over his body and his long hair was flying above his head like a strange snake, used his black qi to create a huge black gas shield, covering Tang En and a group of aristocratic youths, as well as a few waiters and maids staggered out of the ruins.

"Whoever you are, you have offended me...... You have offended the crown prince of the Delen Empire...... You ......"

Ferdinand roared hysterically, his eyes spurting blood, his body exuding a strong sense of negativity, and he howled madly.

But his crying stopped abruptly.

He tilted his head, his eyes widened, and he looked at the black sword in Joe's hand with a look of horror.

"The Killing of Heringle...... It's, it's, it's ...... How can it end up in your hands? ”