Regardless of the useless emotion that could not continue, Xiao Yu was dripping in a cold sweat, stepping on the spirit dance steps in vain, and dodged quickly and flexibly. Please search ()! The fastest update

Seeing that the repeated strong attacks failed, Na Jingtao fought vigorously, pulled out a pair of golden short hammers from his waist, waved them in his hands, and smashed them towards Xiao Yu.

The pair of short maces, as if possessed by the god of war, pointed to the east and the west, like a pair of spiritual golden snakes, whistling in front of Xiao Yu's eyes.

Relying on the subtlety of the spirit dance steps under his feet, Xiao Yu barely avoided the attack of the golden mace.

It's just that the attack has been unsuccessful for a long time, and that Jingtao seems to have the meaning of becoming more and more courageous the more he fights.

Seeing that, a burst of mental power was exhausted, and Xiao Yu, who was in the center of the chaotic and domineering palm wind, no longer dared to hold it up at will, and quickly turned around and pulled out his Chixiao sword, and quickly entangled with that Jing Tao.

After Xiao Yu finished the whole set of Nangong family's unique swordsmanship one by one, the two golden maces were still waving smartly on his side, and Xiao Yu finally felt a little bit of pressure.

Only then did I deeply understand that the more I got to the end, the more exquisite the martial arts became.

For example, this Jingtao.

At the beginning, Xiao Yu mistakenly thought that people like this would only be able to embroider their legs with two tricks, and as for the force value contained in his body, he should not be afraid.

However, when I really understood the power of this pair of golden maces in Jing Tao's hands, it seemed that it was too late.

After a round of fighting, Xiao Yu's unfading yellow skin already had a few dirty sweat stains.

The small bun, which was originally combed in a mess, already showed signs of loosening in a small area, and even the neat cyan power suit on Xiao Yu's body was torn out by the palm wind that cracked out of Jing Tao's palm.

Xiao Yu's face and heart couldn't help but start to get anxious anymore.

In other words, I have been participating in the competition for so many days, and I have come to this day smoothly, thinking that I am getting closer and closer to the goal I want.

However, who would have thought that at this time, he would actually kill such a powerful Jingtao!

Looking at Jing Tao's still stable complexion, and the clothes that were still neat as new, Xiao Yu was clearly at this moment, as if he was already at a slight disadvantage.

With the corner of his eye, sweeping the strangely shaped rings between his fingers, Xiao Yu's heart actually flashed a little hesitation:

In other words, at this moment, thinking about winning the Jingtao in front of me effortlessly, in the final analysis, it is not impossible.

However, the key is that people are polite and polite to themselves, and there is no rudeness in the slightest.

People are relying on their own original strength to play this game with themselves.

In such a situation, it seems that it is a bit unfair to use those bad tricks to deal with him in private.

Xiao Yu didn't know how he came up with such an almost broad idea at such a critical juncture.

It's just that some insistences, although I don't know where they come from, have always been there.