Wu Wushuang is worthy of being a sword path demon genius, he is already in the realm of the Spirit Sect, his combat power is incomparably stronger, and now he has a low-grade purple mangluo of the divine soldier ground level in his hand, although it is not a habitual long sword treasure, but for a fighting genius like Wu Wushuang, what is the difficulty of holding a sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The angle of the sword is very tricky, the god strikes in the east, the ghostly slash in the west, and with the cooperation of the sword step, there is no trace of the double purple mang, there is no law to follow, often appears in the unpredictable place, and then falls heavily on the body of the man in black.

The offensive situation of Wu Wushuang at this moment happens to be in line with the extremely high realm of the upper sword technique, and the heavy sword is unsharp, and the great ingenuity is not working. , constantly hitting the man in black, including his folder, knowing thousands of conflicts, the man in black could not break through the almost enlightened realm of Shura.

But the man in black, facing the attack of the worm like a violent storm and a torrential rain, and the continuous blows, he had already turned a little swayed, if it weren't for Wang Xuan's almost imperfect ability, his ability to withstand injuries was extremely strong, and he would have been defeated a long time ago, but the whole person also fell into a nightmare.

Just in the trance of the man in black, it seemed that a light breeze was blowing on his face, the sky was full of purple mangs, like a shadow of a torrential rain, and the man in black who was dancing hurriedly with his fists was shocked to realize that every punch he threw was empty, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Suddenly, the situation suddenly changed...

The spiritual power of the Wu Wushuang body was surging, pouring all the Xiuluo sword intent, the power of qi and blood, and the spiritual power into the purple mang, the purple light shone brightly, and the power of the world was heavy, and he held the purple mangluo tightly with both hands, and the sword touched the head of the man in black.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

The purple light slashed down, the force was endless, and wherever the iron went, the void seemed to tremble, and the purple light passed, and the gas exploded continuously, constantly ringing.

"The wind sword is invisible!"

The speed of the purple mangzag seems to be incomparably slow, but in fact, it is as fast as thunder, under one blow, the man in black can't avoid it, he can only watch the purple mangzag coming towards his head, his eyes are almost staring at the extreme, in his eyes, with dazedness and fear, under the pressure of the power of the earth-grade low-grade treasure and the sword of Shura, the man in black can't move at all.

Whew!

"Ahh

Mo said that if he wanted to fight back, he couldn't even dodge and block, only to see the man in black's fists raised, wanting to fight with the slashing purple mang, but a loud and melancholy cry followed, which suddenly came out.

Seeing the right time, he stepped out of the sword step, and slashed out with all his might, all of which were under the calculation of Wu Wushuang, and he succeeded in one blow, and his body moved, and he retreated hundreds of meters away, his left hand hung low, and his right hand held a purple mangluo and pointed obliquely in front of him.

On the other hand, Shen Zongde, who was softly on the ground, also stared at the place where the man in black was, waiting for the storm to completely dissipate, but the mood at this time can be said to be mixed up, and the gains and losses overflowed on the surface.

After a few breaths, the dust and smoke slowly dissipated, the heavens and the earth were clear again, and a figure fell to the ground, and the man in black at this time can be said to be very miserable, covered with blood, not to mention, the most fatal injury is the wound on the brain.

With this split, it stretched from the center of the black-clothed man's eyebrows all the way to his left chest, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were deep and visible, that was the real recreation, enough to make people fall.

"Uh... Belch... How could this be... Cough. 〞

If it were an ordinary martial artist, he would have suffered such a serious injury, I am afraid that he would have died of exhaustion, but the man in black was not an ordinary martial artist after all, but a quasi-king, and his royal body was almost perfect, which was extraordinary! Even if he was seriously injured and wanted to die, and kept spitting blood, he still hung his breath and refused to return to the West.

"Hahaha, okay, great, finally let me wait, finally let me see, you murderer, there is also the day of annihilation, it is also the hatred of the family, a little revenge, even if I die, the rest of the wish, cough... Cough... Ha. 〞

Seeing that the man in black was seriously injured and wanted to die, only that last breath was left, and there was absolutely no chance of living again, Shen Zongde's pale face was full of excitement, and he laughed loudly for a while, stretching around the square for ten miles.

If the body is boneless, the pinch is soft on the ground, Shen Zongde's expression is incomparable, but the hatred of annihilation and the hatred of killing relatives can be said to be uncommon, and now that the blue-clothed warrior is dead, and the man in black is about to be cut off, the big hatred has been repaid, how can he not be happy in his heart.

Laughing non-stop, looking crazy, not stopping, this scene made Yi Wubi shake his head slightly, and there was a trace of sympathy in his heart, Shen Zongde's body shook with laughter, but after a while... The laughter stopped abruptly, and the breath of life was far away.

Shen Zongde was already seriously injured, coupled with emotional agitation, he couldn't stop laughing wildly, and seeing that the man in black with deep hatred was about to be seriously injured, he finally couldn't suppress the internal injuries, and he couldn't breathe, so he returned to the western sky.

Yi Wushuang's figure swept around, came to Shen Zongde's side, and leaned down to probe Shen Zongde's breath, and sure enough, there was no sign of life.

"Ahh Sure enough, he died, in fact, I didn't really covet your Shen family's Zimang, I promised you, if I have the opportunity to meet your Shen family's descendants in the future, I will definitely return Zimanghua. 〞

Knowing that Shen Zongde was really dead, Yi Wushuang's eyebrows twinkled slightly, and he sighed to himself, and muttered to himself, implying that if Shen Zongde met the descendants of the Shen family in the future, he would definitely return the low-grade treasure Zimang.

A miraculous thing happened, I don't know if there is a spirit, Shen Zongde, who was originally dying of qi, is a big double eye, just like he can't look at it, and after Yi Wushuang secretly promised to return to Zi Mangqi, he actually closed his eyes slowly, and his expression eased up.

After seeing Shen Zongde's expression calm, he waved his right hand, and the purple mangs swept across the ground, and a deep pit appeared, and the next moment, the purple mangs were picked, and Shen Zongde's body fell into the deep pit lightly, and then, with a palm, the excavated soil covered the deep pit, and a small dirt bag appeared, but there was no monument to prevent anyone from entering the barren jungle and trying to dig for treasure.

After dealing with Shen Zongde, Yi Wushuang's figure shone again, and he came to the black-clothed man who was almost about to die.

"Uhh Cough... You... 〞

The man in black saw that Yi Wushuang's slightly immature and resolute face was slightly immature, and looked at himself from a high position, and the feelings of resentment, unwillingness, and resentment in his heart were all visible on his face, and he opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he was stuck in his throat again, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only point at Yi Wushuang with a trembling hand.

Yi Wushuang looked at the man in black, his face was thoughtful, he held his chin, rubbed it gently, and said, "Alas! I'm too weak after all, I'm holding a low-grade treasure, and I'm so hard hit that I'm not dead, I can still hang a breath, weak, I... 〞

When the true anger of the dead man does not give up his life, the muttering of the man in black provokes the extreme anger of the man in black, and in his eyes, it can be said that the anger is burning and the cruel color is becoming more and more obvious, if the eyes can kill people, it is estimated that the man has died thousands of times.

"Although I am not a good person, I will not be like you to rob your children and destroy the whole clan, become a king and defeat the Kou! As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black was hit on the palace of life of the man in black, but he didn't lift the mask of the man in black, and to Wu Wushuang, the man in black was just a passerby.

The fate palace was damaged, the eyes of the man in black widened, and after a prick, the vitality disappeared gradually and disappeared, and the corpse of the man in black came to a big tree to take a breath.

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