Killing people pays for life, for Bu Ling, his death finally brought the curtain down on the battle in front of him, and on the other hand, for Pound, this is like a terrifying battle, no one can think of what kind of iron-blooded enemy Pound has experienced in this short period of time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cruelty of the methods is terrifying, and Pound, a man who is feared by both strength and courage, proves himself with his bravery.

However, at this moment, in the thick fog, a figure walked out slowly, and conspicuous anger refracted from him, and his appearance was even more strangely cold, enveloping the battlefield around.

The figure that appeared, almost all of his body was enveloped in anger, and from the appearance, he did not look like a Han Chinese, but more like a foreign race.

"I've been following you since the beginning, you have terrifying strength, but it's finally a joy of the night, and at the critical moment, you should be able to get the miraculous effect of saving your life." This man's mouth was an obscure word, and no one knew what he was talking about.

I have always been able to kill, and I don't like others to kill me.

This is Pound's most domineering side.

Feeling the killing intent transmitted from the other party's body, this made Pound's face completely cold.

Who would have thought that these Xianbei people in front of him were like rats, and they couldn't kill them at all, for Pang De, he just thought that killing Bu Ling was the end of everything, but at this moment, he knew that he was still too simple, because Xianbei people would not let themselves go like this.

It seems that he also noticed the coldness on Pang De's face, and the corners of the master's mouth twitched a few times, mobilizing the few forces in his body, and a pair of eyes were still vicious and ruthless.

Previously, the reason why he mobilized most of his strength to fight Pound was to be able to achieve the effect of one-hit killing.

But Pound's defense and vitality exceeded his imagination.

But even so, the master was not willing to give up.

As the two faced off again, the atmosphere in the arena became tense and tense again.

"Roar!"

A low roar came from the master's throat, in his eyes. Blood red remained, the palm of his hand clenched the dagger, and after an instant, his body leaned forward slightly. The palm of his hand slammed into the dagger, and suddenly, the blood-stained dagger was like a bloody ray in the sunset, cutting through the space with a sharp sound of breaking wind. Shoot straight at Pound's head!

The blood-colored dagger dilated sharply in the pitch-black pupils, and just as it was about to enter the ten meters around Pound, the latter stomped on the ground, and suddenly, the iron rod in his hand was swung by him in an instant.

While!

Piercing sparks burst out and shone in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Pound swung his iron rod and slashed at the dagger's weak area, bouncing the master away, so that the opponent's follow-up moves ended without a problem.

As soon as the master was bounced away, he immediately knew that it was not good. He didn't expect that Pound had reached a point of insightfulness and accuracy, and how fast he swung the dagger was, he was still found by the other party in the dagger's weak area, and hit it with one blow, as if he had sent it himself.

With a dagger in hand, the master turned from attack to defense for the first time.

The next moment!

At this time, the master in front of him had waited so long just to kill Pound, but he didn't expect it. Since Pound has been so seriously injured, it stands to reason that he has no strength to fight against him, but if he doesn't fight Pound, he doesn't know how powerful he is.

The master thought that his speed was fast enough. The strength is big enough, enough to compete with Pound, and even suppress the other party, but now, he knows that he is wrong, the other party is not only faster and stronger than him. The most terrifying thing is that the speed and strength of the two people are about the same, but they retreat by themselves, and there is always a depressed feeling that it is difficult to exert all their strength.

One of the two turned from attack to defense, and the other from counterattack to all-out attack, the process can only be described as electric flint, and everyone can only see the proof of the two fighting from the shining sparks, otherwise they thought that the two had not met at all.

"Dingdingding......ding"

The master relies on the power of sneak attacks, and the defense is seamless, even Pound can't break through, but Pound can weaken its defense, and every stick is slashed at the weak area of its dagger, although because there are too many strikes, there is no way to be too accurate, but out of ten times, at least five or six times can be successful.

As if peeling back the cocoon, under Pound's fierce attack, his speed began to slow down, and if he continued like this, when the speed slowed down for half a beat, it was time for the defense to be broken.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the aura of despair on the master's body increased again, and this blow was a desperate blow, a different form of desperate blow.

Back to light.

A real back-to-light!

The master has been in a hundred battles, technically, he has never missed, and this time too, he came first, holding the sword in both hands, slashing at the dagger, and the golden ripples radiated.

With a bang, Pound only took a few dozen steps back, and the center of gravity of his body did not change, and this alone was several times stronger than the other party.

If the master's dagger is incomparably strong, then Pound's means are unpredictable, this is everyone's first impression, after all, the blow just now was too sudden and terrifying, but in that case, Pound could block it.

Pound was killing frantically during this time, not only because he was mad and wanted revenge, but also because he was plundering blood and food everywhere, only by killing more Xianbei people could he stabilize his realm and reach the point where he wanted to be promoted.

He has killed so many people, and he has already walked towards a point of no return, and only by killing these people in front of him can Pound's heart be relieved of hatred.

That's why he's gone all the way.

Pound sneered, he had already decided that he would not leave a living mouth today, if he wanted to kill, he would kill him with a sea of blood, and if he wanted to behead, he would kill him and the sky would fall apart.

And the master was not far behind, he stared at him, opened his arms like a real beast, and rushed straight towards Pound.

This kind of attack is very terrifying, this is the master's lore.

When many people saw this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked, fantasizing about how to deal with it if they were in it, and soon they found that they could only escape, and even many people could not escape at all, and would be killed by this huge force!

"Humph!"

But Pound was very different, he snorted coldly, pinched his fist with five fingers, and blasted out a punch, which blasted out an iron-blue fist in an instant, and refracted towards the opponent's cheek in an instant.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in horror, looking at Pound in horror, he was too strong, if he could survive this lore, it would not be surprising, many of them could do it, but like this, an easy punch explosion was far beyond their imagination. (To be continued.) )