Fritch frowned: "What do you regret?"
"It's a pity that you have practiced for decades and have never fought against anyone. Today is the first time you fight, but you're going to die…"
Abel said lightly.
"Hahaha, ignorant child, you should just say wild words. I have seen a lot of people like you who like to say wild words. The more skilled you are, the less capable you are. , it seems that I have high regard for you…"
Fritch laughed loudly.
"If you think highly of me, then you'll know after you've played a trick!"
After Abel finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and the Beast Slaying Sword instantly appeared in Abel's hand.
The Beast Slaying Sword emits a gray light, the light is not dazzling, but it gives people a feeling of fear.
Fritch's eyes lit up instantly after seeing the Beast Slaying Sword in Abel's hand.
"Spirit sword?" Fritch breathed rapidly: "I didn't expect you to have a spirit sword in your hand, no wonder you can cultivate to this level at a young age in a place where your spiritual energy is depleted. It seems that you have There are many treasures."
"Your spirit sword has created a sword spirit, such a treasure is a pity in your hands…"
Fritch shook his head involuntarily, and then continued: "Boy, if you are willing to hand over the spirit sword in your hand, and then give me the Beast crystal in your body, I can spare you from dying and don't want your Nascent Soul."
"Really?" Abel asked.
"Of course, my dignified Mutala cultivator, how could I lie to you as a hairy boy…"
Seeing that Abel was shaken, Fritch immediately patted his chest and said.
"Brother Fritch…how can you do this?"
After hearing this, Crupta, who was not far away, was a little anxious. He asked Fritch to kill Abel, but he did not want Fritch to make a deal with Abel.
"Shut up, I'm not your servant, and I never promised you anything!"
Fritch glared at Crupta, making Crupta so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak.
"Boy, as long as you promise me, not only will I not kill you, but I can also take you to Delolia Island and accept you as a disciple. No 1 will dare to kill you at that time. With your talent, it will definitely become popular in the future!"
Fritch continued to promise Abel.
But who knew Abel chuckled: "Although you don't want my Mutala anymore, but I want your Mutala, you still want to accept me as a disciple? You have been practicing for decades, but you are a great Mutala cultivator. I have only practiced for less than a year, we are both great cultivators of Nascent Soul, are you worthy of being my master?"
"I think you're an old man with delusional disorder, don't you? If you kneel down and bow to my teacher, maybe I can teach you a few tricks to make you practice faster!"
"You're courting death!" Fritch was instantly furious at Abel's words.
Immediately afterwards, Fritch's body began to act as endless power, and the rolling spiritual power came out of the body and began to run around the body.
A handful of condensed white daggers formed around Fritch.
All the daggers pointed at Abel, and they carried endless coercion.
Fritch's body suddenly waved forward for a while.
Countless condensed daggers shrouded Abel like a rain of swords.
Abel looked at the overwhelming sword rain, and the Beast Slaying Sword in his hand suddenly waved.
"9 Shadow Swordsmanship…"
Soon, Abel's body began to slowly become transparent, as if it had turned into a phantom.
Immediately afterwards, the phantom became clear again, and not far away, another Abel appeared holding the Beast Sword.
The sword rain fell fiercely on Abel, but Abel didn't react, but another Abel held the Beast Slaying Sword and swung it fiercely towards Fritch.
Feeling the power of the sword Aura, Fritch frowned and quickly retreated, avoiding Abel's blow.
To be continued....
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