"Crash!" The ice giant Charlie swept across the army with an extremely sharp edge, raised countless snowflakes, and swept towards Bob hard. Bao Zhuangshi didn't dare to bear it. He let out a strange scream, jumped backward, and jumped out of Charlie's attack range.

"Cross the mountain!" He roared angrily, pointed his toes, jumped high again, and used the lightsabers in his hand to slash towards the thick shoulders of the ice giant. However, Charlie's mouth showed a contemptuous smile.

The ice giant took a step forward, and his body, as strong as granite, took over the swordsman Bao with a powerful blow, and he didn't seem to care at all.

"Rhyme!" After the dull impact, only a shallow trace appeared on Charlie's skin and quickly returned to its original state. Bob felt a numbness in his mouth and was so shocked that he took a few steps back. He looked a little shocked.

This giant's frost armor is so hard!

However, how could the warlike berserker be so easy to let go? Bao Zhuangshi twisted his neck and freely untied his muscles and bones, and soon began the second round of competition. For a moment, the two of them fought in a dark and difficult to separate.

Looking at the other side, the sharpshooter Feng was acting as the battlefield harvester. Rows of toy soldiers launched a brave charge at him, but they fell to the ground like harvesting wheat.

In the camp halfway up the mountain, Yang Jian and Hans were sitting on the snow pile. They were holding a small and exquisite tea cup, and steaming mist came out, drinking and chatting. A pile of charcoal fires were burning beside them, and a boiling water kettle was hung above them on the top, constantly heating. Xixi, who was standing beside him, was squatting on the ground, staring at this place. Once it boiled, she would refill the cups for the two tea guests.

"I said, Hans." Yang Jian half-squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying the nourishment of the top green tea on his tongue, "Look at that Jianke Bao, is the real strength hidden in his body almost awakening?"

"Well, it should be soon," Hans sucked a small mouthful of tea and then blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface.

"After finishing this vote, Bob will definitely go to his teacher to find a solution to the awakening method."

"Okay", Yang Jian glanced at the berserkers fighting fiercely under the hillside, and then put the teacup on the snow pile. He turned his head and looked at Belis standing beside him.

"Sisi, it's our turn to appear now." Yang Jian said as he took out a black velvet hat from the storage ring, and gently tidied it on his head. He took out a black cloak and draped it on his body. He held a diamond-clad black cane in his hand. The end turned lightly on the ground, leaving deep and shallow snow marks.

Then, Yang Jian, leaning on a cane and the night messenger, walked slowly along the hillside path, towards the direction where the guardian heart was. Along the way, toy soldiers around him rushed over from time to time, but Yang Jian and others seemed to be invisible and did not attract their attention at all.

The key is that the sharpshooter's flamethrower can always accurately burn the toy soldiers' butts, causing the latter to run wildly in panic.

The center of the valley hundreds of meters away was empty and there was only a huge icicle that was conspicuous, piercing on the ground like a barb. The thing sealed here was Yang Jian’s goal this time - the heart of protection.
Chapter completed!