Pu Fan's big palm stretched out of the sword net like a pillar of optimism, and then when everyone was shocked and didn't have time to react, he grabbed the slender and thin blade with a click, and the experienced elven swordsman turned the hilt in an instant, and then the black bloodshot palm rubbed against the blade with the piercing sound of a knife cutting glass. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Support me!" The elven leader's face changed drastically, and he shouted in horror, he felt the tremendous power coming from the blade, and the majestic power was similar to that of the previous blood clan.

"Ho-ho-ho, do you think you're going to eat me?" The blood mist completely dissipated, revealing a distorted face, and only a pair of eyeballs could be seen clearly, and all other parts were squeezed so that they could not be seen clearly, which was extremely disgusting.

His whole body became larger, and his whole body was full of knotted blood vessels and swollen and cracked skin, like a debt collector from hell! It's a pity that he isn't, it's a pity that he has Alaska in front of him, but it's even more a pity that he can't help himself!

The young man Shi Shiran looked back at the Blood Clan and said, "What is the purpose of your sneaking into the dense forest?" And why hurt unicorns? I advise you to recognize the reality, you have no way to escape for a long time. ”

"You think you can beat me? Don't worry, I'll come to you when I kill this beam-jumping clown. The Bloodclan grinned, revealing two long tiger fangs, and smirked.

He also ignored the elven leader.

This made the elven leader feel naked humiliation, not to mention the fact that he was now in an embarrassing situation, danger and humiliation, inspiring him to use his last potential! He gasped, and with all his strength, he pulled the sword out of the Bloodclan's grasp.

It's a pity that the Bloodclan didn't care about him, even when he was against him, the Bloodclan's gaze always stayed on Alaska's body.

"Elf, die, you." The Bloodclan swung his fist and smashed straight at the elven leader's face, and Hatchz swooped out two short arrows, blocking the Blood's next move.

Dodge or dodge? It seems to be a matter of either/or, but Alaska knows that the Bloodline, and his current form is not so simple, and he seems to have given up his spellcasting ability.

His blood was no longer toxin, otherwise the elven leader would have died and he didn't know where to go, and now even the dirt was covered with his black blood.

But he may have improved his basic fitness, or some kind of physical strengthening, but that remains to be seen!

When the fist of the blood clan swung at the elven leader, he also played the sword skills of the elf clan, and he couldn't pick up, stab, and pull out a few simple movements, but it turned into the world-famous sword dance of the elf clan!

In the past, there was a sword, and a dance swept the city, which refers to the skill of sword dancing and striking.

The blood clan is not a vegetarian, no matter how many times his sword track changes, I will blast it with one punch. The elven leader reluctantly found that the blood clan at this moment really had to judge the two of them.

Agility is incomparable, but his strength has risen by n levels, oh, and his defense, and his seemingly tattered skin is as strong as sun-dried cowhide. The two arrows fired by Herttz only sank into half of his head before falling weakly, and he had no strength to go any further.

His sword couldn't really hurt the Bloodline, leaving a few small cuts at most.

The elven leader was obviously at a disadvantage, blocking left and right, the sword wind was vertical and horizontal, the pace under his feet changed many times, and his breathing began to be chaotic.

He and the figures of the blood clan were intertwined, the sword dance was horizontal, the iron fist was unstoppable, and it was even stalemate for a while. Alaska was tired of watching, and although the Bloodline was about to win, the longer it dragged on, the more uneasy he became.

"Hurry up and clean up your so-called clown, if the clown in your mouth is going to cost you so much energy, then I doubt your strength." Arras urged.

The Bloodclan roared, sneered, and punched the elven leader to the ground.