"Is it just a sting?"

Luo Shen's figure was erratic, like a ghost, and he said indifferently: "The palm technique I practice is called [Luoshui Cold Ice]. This palm technique, hitting the human body, although it is not painful or itchy, can freeze your meridians. ”

"What a vicious palm!"

The old man's chest ached, his eyes were wiped with a few traces of cruelty, and his body shook violently, shattering the cold ice in his body, and his body was in great pain.

"Ahem."

After shattering the ice in his body, the old man coughed heavily a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned a little pale.

"Are you alright?"

The other three old men looked panicked, and they never thought that Luo Shen, a weak woman, would be so strong.

"Can't die! Your opponent is stronger than this woman, so be careful. ”

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared coldly at Lu Bu in the distance, and said fiercely.

"Are you still in the mood to be distracted?"

At this time, Roselle's soft voice sounded again.

As the voice sounded, a soft palm, with a "whew", was directed towards the old man!

And at this time, Lu Bu, who was holding Fang Tian's halberd and looked like a god of war, also stared at him with a sudden burst of eyes, and shouted: "Kill!" ”

Lu Bu was a hero among the people, and his combat power was unparalleled, and when the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand swept through the air, he only heard the whistling sound, which was very shocking.

The three old men who were fighting with Lu Bu had shocked expressions, and they didn't dare to take the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that Lu Bu swung head-on, but retreated again and again.

Ye Tianlong, who had no opponent, stayed by the side to watch the battle, and when he saw Lu Bu fighting hard against the three old men, he was puzzled: "Brother Lu Bu, do you need me to help you?" ”

“…… Tianlong, you just stay there and wait for Ye Xuan. These old men are not something you can handle at all. ”

Lu Bu's expression was extremely solemn, and he quickly responded.

Ye Tianlong had no choice but to stay aside, this level of battle, with only the strength of Ye Tianlong's combined realm, he couldn't participate in it at all.

If you enter, you will die, and you will not have a chance to do it at all!

"Fighting spirit is unparalleled!"

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Lu Bu's hand swung out a round of crescent moons, and the momentum was extremely strong, and it hit the three old men.

And the three old men, their expressions immediately changed greatly, and they all used thunder tactics to shoot together to resist the Fang Tian painting halberd that Lu Bu swung.

"Boom!"

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd that Lu Bu swung out, with a force of hundreds of thousands of catties, fell on the bodies of the three old men, the three old men couldn't help but snort, but relying on the strength of the three of them, in the end, the three old men still blocked the fierce attack of Fang Tian's Painting Halberd.

"What a terrifying force."

The three old men's faces turned pale, and they were startled by Lu Bu's burst of power, and said in surprise.

"Hehe, the three of them are all powerhouses in the early stage of the Mahayana realm, so there should be more than that!?"

Lu Bu sneered contemptuously a few times and asked.

At this moment, sweat the size of a few beans dripped from Lu Bu's forehead.

There is no doubt that the powerful power that Lu Bu burst out had a great impact on Lu Bu himself.

"It seems that you are not invincible either."

One of the old men, feeling that Lu Bu's breathing was heavier and obviously tired, couldn't help laughing and said indifferently.

"Whether it's invincible or not, you can come up and try it!"

Lu Bu sneered a few times, he was wearing an iron-blue battle armor, holding a two-meter-high Fang Tian painting halberd, his momentum was strong and domineering, just like a real god of war coming to the world, giving people a terrifying sense of deterrence.

Those three old men, even if they have extraordinary means and strong strength, at this time, they don't dare to step forward easily! After all, the power that Lu Bu had just burst out was indeed too shocking. With his powerful strength, Lu Bu is one against three, and he is not left behind, comparable to the god of war.

This terrifying power, looking at the whole territory of France, I am afraid that only the Pope can fight against it.

The Pope, in France, the supreme powerhouse, the strong man in front of him holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, obviously has a strong strength comparable to the Pope.

It's really shocking!

The three old men joined hands to fight against Lu Bu, but for a while, it was difficult to tell the winner.

And the old man who was fighting with Jing Ke was obviously inferior under Jing Ke's fierce offensive. Even if that old man cultivated the tempered [Iron Cloth Shirt], no matter how sharp the [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand was, he would not be able to break through the old man's defense.

However, that old man couldn't hurt Jing Ke at all!

Because, Jing Ke moves extremely fast, and the speed of his sword is even faster than the speed of movement, like a ghost.

That old man couldn't keep up with Jing Ke's pace at all, so why talk about fighting Jing Ke?

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold...... The strong man is gone, and he will never return......"

The [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand danced with the wind, it was very mysterious, and between the rise and fall of the sword tip, it actually formed phantoms, overlapping together.

The pale-faced and white-haired old man who was fighting against Jing Ke was like a great enemy at this moment, his expression changed in shock, and he became more dignified than before.

"What a sharp sword!"

The old man was extremely surprised, he could feel that the sharp qi hidden above the [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand seemed to be indestructible.

Even that old man, who cultivated the tempered [Iron Cloth Shirt], couldn't help but tremble and felt very frightened when he faced the sword that Jing Ke was about to stab.

This sword is so sharp that it even cuts the space!

In the whole world, I am afraid that there are very few people who can stab such a sword.

"I want to ...... In France, there is only one person who can match you, the Pope. ”

The old man couldn't help but laugh bitterly a few times, and immediately burst into a loud roar, "But even so, I will take your sword." Protecting the royal family is our responsibility to live! ”

Jing Ke turned a deaf ear to the old man's roar, he was just dancing the sword, and the [Water Cold Sword] in his hand swung in the air, making a sound of breaking through the air, which was very crisp and loud.

Between heaven and earth, it is as if it were still...... In Jing Ke's eyes, there is only one sword!

But at this moment, Jing Ke, who was still dancing the sword, stopped, his cold eyes exuded a strange essence, and he said indifferently: "[Sword Dance]!" ”

In an instant, the sword shadow condensed by Jing Ke's dancing sword, "Xiu Xiu Xiu" several sounds, all burst out from the [Water Cold Sword], extremely powerful, countless sword images like maple leaves falling in autumn, moving with the wind, killing in one place.

"Woohoo!"

The sword shadow is flying, and it can cut tens of millions of things......

The old man's body was full of golden light, it was the light condensed by the cultivation of the tempered [Iron Cloth Shirt], it was very strong, even a bullet might not be able to penetrate that golden light.

But in front of the countless flying sword shadows, those golden lights were very weak, only listening to the sound of "boom" a few times, the barrier-like golden light immediately burst open, and the sound was very crisp.

The sword shadow broke through the golden light and stabbed at the old man.

(End of chapter)