In the moonlight, in the dark forest, there are one cannibal ice sculpture after another, and the hideous heads let out a terrible howl on the frozen body, all of which are like Senluo hell.

In the cold air, only Xu Fang's neck blood that rose to the sky brought a trace of temperature to the cold night, and Chanel, who was trembling in the slave net, looked at Wu Ming who was fully armed in surprise, and Bailu, who was still disconnected on the other side, was still stupid and stupid.

In the center of hell, two swordsmen faced each other coldly.

At the same time, the sword is out!

The black Yitian Sword collided with the Rilun Knife, Wu Ming snorted, concentrated all his internal force on the blade, and increased his strength to 17 points to barely block the long knife of the cold blade, and the cold blade slowly exerted force on the long knife, and his face was full of sneers: "Do you think you can beat me?" Who gave you the guts? I'm a powerhouse in the Second World! Rookie! ”

Wu Ming immediately sneered at each other: "The second world is like this? You're not a good mess! ”

"I'm going to cut off every piece of your flesh!"

The blade pressed down, Wu Ming took half a step back, his right foot flew up and kicked at the cold blade's lower body, the cold blade bent his knee to block Wu Ming's yin move, and the knife was stuck on the gauntlet of the Yitian Sword, Wu Ming twisted his wrist and parted, swinging away the long knife of the cold blade, and at the same time flew up, unfolding the sword to attack the cold blade, but it was to unleash the swordsmanship learned in these days one by one.

Leng Blade's right hand turned into a continuous afterimage, and the nine-headed dragon flashed Wu Ming's long sword away, and said mockingly: "Boy, you've learned a little swordsmanship these days, but you don't know how to use a sword!" Lao Tzu's basic swordsmanship is up to the sixth level! ”

As soon as the words fell, he slashed at the flaws in Wu Ming's swordsmanship, Wu Ming only felt a strong attack, almost couldn't hold the Yitian Sword in his hand, the cold blade was unforgiving, the long knife in his hand was speeded up, and several sword shadows danced for a while, attacking Wu Ming's left and right, Wu Ming only had time to return two swords, the long knife broke through his blockade, and slashed obliquely at Wu Ming's waist to draw a blood mark, Wu Ming roared regardless of the injury, the ghost hand flicked, and the muzzle of the five-fourth pistol was directly aimed at the face of the cold blade, and it was two shots, The cold blade burst out with his agility far beyond Wu Ming at the extreme distance, and the long knife drew a semicircle to swing the bullet away, and at the same time slashed at Wu Ming's face, Wu Ming hurriedly leaned back, and the disaster elimination mask was cut open, almost split in half.

Seeing Wu Ming jump long away after unfolding his basic footwork like a frightened rabbit, Leng Jian smiled coldly: "Even if you learn swordsmanship, can you keep up with my speed?" A rookie in the world, even if you resist the freezing effect of the Ice Demon Ring, you can't be immune to damage at all, and the residual blood challenges me, and you can't do it yourself! If I stab you again, you will surely die!" ”

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes: "What are you bragging?" Aren't you bloody? ”

Leng Blade seemed to have heard some great joke, and laughed wildly: "Yes, that's right!" But with your strength, can you cut me? ”

After that, it was a dragon slash, slashing at Wu Ming's chest.

A green light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes.

Reincarnation Ghost Eyes. Super Observation!

Everything slowed down in the horizon, the shoulders, elbows, and sword light of the cold blade were all in his own speculation, and the trajectory of Xianglong's slash was clear in his chest, and he leaned on the sky in his hand to strike first, and used the spine of the sword to cut the blade of the Japanese wheel knife, and at the same time stabbed the empty door of the cold blade in a flash!

The unknown skill saved Leng Blade's life, and when the sword blade was about to stab Leng Blade's chest, a shock wave escaped from Leng Blade's feet, Wu Ming's body was shocked, and he was directly bounced out, the wild laughter on Leng Blade's face froze, and he hurriedly subconsciously took two steps back, and covered the torn placket on his chest.

Wu Ming, who was standing still, snorted, although this move was not as cold as the blade, but there was no frustration on his face: "What are you pretending to beep?" ”

Leng Blade swallowed his saliva, and without saying a word, he took out a bottle of blood from his arms and dried it, pulling his health above the safety line: "I originally wanted to save a bottle of medicine, rabbit cub, you forced me!" ”

Putting the knife into the sheath, the face of the cold blade was cold, the left foot stepped into the earth, and rushed towards Wu Ming, and the long knife was instantly unsheathed with cold light!

It is the special move of the Cold Blade Flying Sky Sword Flow, Tianxiang Dragon Flash!

There is no way to avoid it!

Wu Ming could only capture the shadow of the cold blade when he opened the reincarnation ghost eye, and he could see it clearly, but his body movements couldn't keep up!

As soon as the figures of the two were separated, a bloody waterfall rose into the sky, and a terrifying wound appeared on Wu Ming's chest, and the R-class Warring States armor was split again.

-214！

[Tianxiang Dragon Flash Armor Piercing I Effect is activated! ] Sky Dragon Flash Bleeding I Effect Activated! Basic Swordsmanship Deadly Effect Activated! The duration of the bleeding has been greatly extended! Players will take 10 points/s true damage before stopping the bleeding! 】

The damage of the Ice Demon Ring is 1060, and the previous sword damage is about 100 points, plus this sword, unless Wu Ming's life is above 1400 points, he can survive, but Wu Ming has been cut into residual blood by fighting with Chanel earlier, even if he drinks a bottle of Zero Secret Medicine, he can only pull the blood line back to half, and it can be regarded as an excellent blood recovery ability if he can support the Ice Demon Ring without being killed in seconds, how can he carry this sword?

The cold blade slowly put away the long knife without looking back, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

Since childhood, the cold blade of the Dongying swordsman is the most enjoyable at this moment, a sword slashed, the strong enemy died, all chic, wild, uninhibited are all in the action of collecting the sword, just use the cold blade to fall in love with yourself.

Why am I so handsome?!

Cha!

Half of the tip of the sword pierced through Leng Blade's chest, and an obscene and familiar voice came from behind his ear: "I said, what are you pretending to beep?" ”

"Impossible!"

Cold Blade roared angrily, and the soles of his feet exploded again, and Wu Ming, who was sneaking up, was directly swept away and rolled several times and smashed heavily on the tree, Cold Blade coughed up a mouthful of blood, and quickly turned around, staring at Wu Ming with a pair of eyes: "Aren't you bloody?!" ”

Although Wu Ming is talkative, he can also distinguish the occasion, looking at the crumbling cold blade, where is the mood to beep Lai?

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

A kick broke the trunk of the tree and shot at the cold blade with momentum, the cold blade hurriedly pulled out the sun wheel knife and unfolded the nine-headed dragon flash to block Wu Ming's stormy attack, the two danced in countless ice sculptures, and the escaping sword qi slashed many ogres, and for a while ice chips and embers were sprinkled all over the sky, but the cold blade didn't notice that the ogre was smashed and turned into a cloud of black gas and rushed to Wu Ming's left hand, his eyes were scarlet, and the sword momentum in his hand was three points faster, no longer pursuing power, but increasing the speed of the sword to the extreme, and giving full play to his 26 points of agility, Wu Ming also killed the blood, although the agility was not as good as the cold blade, he still frantically slashed out the sword, and he didn't care about the cold blade's sword blade falling on him, and the whole rogue style of play, exchanging injuries for injuries.

In just a moment, Wu Ming was cut into a bloody man by the cold blade, a trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the cold blade, avoiding Wu Ming's chest sword, kicking Wu Ming away, the whole person stumbled back to a tree, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, and drank it all in pain.

threw away the bottle, wiped the corners of his mouth with a cold blade and looked at the opponent covered in blood: "Hey, Wu Ming, you are a little bloody, you can still fight like this despite your lack of strength, I admire you a little... But! No matter how hard you try, you can't beat me! I still have eight bottles of potions in my pocket! Despair! ”

Wu Ming struggled to get up, there was no good piece of meat on his body, and the blood flowed to his feet to form a stream, if it weren't for the fact that these bloody scenes were all streamed and harmonious in the eyes of the player, Wu Ming was afraid that he would be startled by his miserable appearance.

Leng Blade narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of playfulness on his face: "How does it taste like to bleed?!" Bunny, come on, next round! Lao Tzu must put you to death! ”

The scarred Wu Ming leaned against the trunk of the tree and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "I remember that there was an old nun who also beeped with me last time, guess what happened to her later..."

One eye was covered with blood, and the whole person was embarrassed, it seemed as if the wind was blowing, but the Yitian Sword was held high and pointed at the cold blade: "Lao Tzu will throw this for you today, Lao Tzu will not kill you as a dog today, Lao Tzu will chop X live broadcast!" ”

"You're not afraid of death?"

"What's the joy of life, and what's the fear of death?! I'm just afraid that I won't be able to swing the knife, my heart will be unbearable, and my mind will be uneasy! ”

Chanel, who was trapped in the slave net, looked at the impassioned Wu Ming in a daze, she had never seen such a person, obviously her strength was not as good as the other party, she was cut into a dog by others and screamed and said cruel words, as if it was not him who was dying, what did he have to experience to be so crazy, so hysterical, and so blind to nothing? Even if you fall, you have to face a strong enemy!

For a while, Chanel's heart couldn't help but tremble for a moment, staring at the round beauty and wanting to remember the last splendor of this man's life.

Wu Ming didn't know that his voice made Chanel chick a little impressed by him, and the ghost hand secretly touched an ice sculpture behind him, and said silently:

Reincarnation is infernal.

The ogre who was frozen behind Wu Ming only felt a chill crawling up his spine, and just wanted to scream but was pulled into ashes, a faint red light poured into Wu Ming's body along Wu Ming's ghost hand, and the wound covered by blood quickly and secretly healed, just like Wu Ming himself.

Name: Hand of the Ghost

Grade: Black Catastrophe

Type: Handguard

Attributes: Strength +5 Stamina +5 Hand Armor +10

Special Abilities:

1. Tibetan soldiers can hide weapons in the hands of ghosts and breed, and can be summoned freely during battle. Hidden slot 0/3.

2. After defeating the enemy, the soul can extract the enemy's soul power and strengthen the weapon in the hands of the ghost.

3. After defeating the enemy, you can extract the enemy's soul essence to restore your own HPMP, and the recovery value is 2% of the enemy's maximum HPMP

How did Chanel and Cold Blade know that these cannibals were nothing more than frozen blood bags for Wu Ming? After pumping ten innocent imps in a row, Wu Ming hiccuped and shouted shamelessly: "Come on!" Next round! ”

Wrong step forward, Wu Ming pounced on the cold blade again, the two of them fought back and forth for more than 20 rounds, Wu Ming had more and more wounds on his body, and the cold blade was also injured in several places by Wu Ming's sword extinguishing sword, after the two fought for a while, Wu Ming was kicked away by the cold blade again, and the cold blade hurriedly took out the blood bottle to replenish the blood, and Wu Ming was also happy to secretly return to the sky.

In this way, you have come and gone several times, and the cold blade can't cut it to death Wu Ming became more and more suspicious in his heart: This bastard doesn't know the situation, he is obviously covered in blurred flesh and blood, and he is dying, as if he can be hacked to death with the next knife, but it seems that he called Athena's saint warrior Xiaoqiang, he fell down and stood up, he stood up and stood up, he had no intention of dying at all, and he could still curse people alive, and he was noisy like a big green-headed fly.

Even if the cold blade is excellent in swordsmanship, it can't withstand such a wheel battle, first, the physical strength is getting more and more exhausted, and the second is that the blood bottle on the body is getting less and less, and the third is that this Wu Ming's style of play is becoming more and more scoundrel, not only fighting swordsmanship, but also shamelessly using forbidden tricks such as stealing peach fairy grapes and picking grapes, cold blade only feels more and more aggrieved the more he fights, and there is a killing opportunity in his eyes, the Rilun knife is aimed at Wu Ming's Yitian sword, and he concentrates all his strength to split: "Broken soldiers!" ”

The skill of smashing Chanel's saber reproduces, and Leng Dao seems to have seen Wu Ming's saber being cut off, and his long knife is smashing this guy.

Bite!

The crisp sound resounded through the sky, and the Heavenly Sword was not damaged at all!

Before the cold blade had time to be surprised, Wu Ming's instep kicked directly into the lower body of the cold blade, and the pain made the cold blade tremble, and the nine-headed dragon flash with his backhand forced Wu Ming back again, kicking Wu Ming flying and knocking down an ice sculpture, and hurriedly took out the potion from the storage space and drank it all.

"Hey, Lao Tzu still has three bottles of medicine! Break off... Look..."

Leng Blade stared at Wu Ming's ghost hand on an ice sculpture, and the ogre in the ice sculpture quickly turned into black gas and was swallowed by the ghost hand, leaving only a shell, and immediately understood the secret that Wu Ming couldn't be killed no matter how he fought.

"You... What are you doing?! ”

Wu Ming was excited, and hurriedly covered it with his body: "I didn't do anything." ”

"Fart! Lao Tzu saw it! ”

Seeing that the small action was revealed, Wu Ming wiped his mouth: "Ahem, come on, let's continue." ”

Looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, Leng Blade was about to cry aggrievedly, where was the cold master demeanor before: "You cheat!" I'm not playing with you anymore! ”

"Ahem, cough, don't mind, I still have more than 500 blood bags, that... Are you desperate? ”