Brahmins also want to break into battle like the king,

But the cockroach flashed for a while, just like a grasshopper shaking a tree, how easy is it to say?

Brahmin's swordsmanship comes from the cloak of chaos outside the gate, which is known for its speed and is elusive,

He also improved his weapons and optimized his routines, so that he now has a method that is not mutually robust.

Although it was used for surprise assassination, in the battle with full armor in front of him, his tricks were tantamount to scratching his boots, useless, and only increased his laughter.

If these well-trained elite soldiers only talk about martial arts attainments, how can they be as different from everyone in front of them?

But with the help of armor and shields, the help of double rings, relying on Wang Shennian's dispatch and the decisive execution of the soldiers, everyone is a strong wall that can take charge of himself.

The brahmins returned in vain, and there was no good way to seal the demon slaves.

His reverse palm technique hides needles in the cotton, and it can't penetrate into the vine armor at all.

And those ghost-faced man's moves are simple and brutal, completely relying on the characteristics of the double-pronged weapon,

Of course, he can anticipate the enemy's opportunity first, but he suffers from the brainless slash that has no plan to block the opponent's retreat, and he can't use the strengths of the sword interception.

The Assassins' forward momentum was instantly halted.

As soon as its momentum declined and fell into a stalemate, it was the director of the well-trained Wei army.

Another thunderbolt fell, and the thunder destroyed the showman, and died high.

The kite that led the mine has been shot down, and the barren mountain and ancient tower are in danger.

"It doesn't look like this tower will last long, so it doesn't bode well."

The dragon king was born in the Taoist sect, and he always spoke with a bit of chatter.

The burly man was just about to count him down a few words, but he heard a muffled sound above his head, and a tingling and refreshing stimulation welled up from the soles of his feet, raising his hair at the roots.

A puff of mud slipped down, staining the unkempt marshmallow hairstyle with a layer of granny ash.

I know that Suosuo, the sound of rattling and cheering is endless, this leaning tower that has been in disrepair for a long time, I am afraid that it really can't hold on.

The five of them reacted instantly, although they had not agreed in advance, but they seemed to be such outstanding people, why should they be dispatched?

In a moment, they each picked a direction, swept down the stone tower, and scattered into the forest.

The stone tower fell suddenly, and the broken tower body tumbled down the cliff, and the mud and sand and stones rushed into the boiling water.

In the midst of the collapse, the five people who scattered and fled felt a chill in front of them at the same time, as if they had thrown themselves into a big net at the same time.

A web woven with sword energy.

King Jin finally realized how ridiculous his judgment had just been.

Sure enough, the strength of the five people in front of him may not be the opponent of the people in the forest.

unless

Unless King Shura is also here, there may be a chance to fight.

Asura is the representative of the strongest combat power in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon.

He is the ultimate weapon that Tianzun has secretly cultivated over the years,

He was no longer a person, just a weapon, a weapon to kill.

No matter how high a person's martial arts are, he is always human.

People have emotions and weaknesses.

And a weapon has no weaknesses, it is ruthless by nature, carefree, and therefore invincible!

"Aggie, it's your turn."

The middle-aged nun sighed, not knowing whether she was frustrated by the situation in front of her, or regretted the tragedy that was going to happen next.

The young man beside her had a dull expression, and seemed to be a little behind his peers in intelligence.

When he heard the nun's order, he was stunned for a moment, as if he had finally understood what the middle-aged nun meant, and took off the long sword behind his back.

The scabbard is jet black, and although it is old, it is still well preserved.

The color of the apricot-yellow sword spike has faded, but the quaint form of the sword is still shining.

The sword didn't look like a sharp blade forged by a famous teacher, nor was it some well-known ancient sword or murder weapon.

But the stubbornness on the young man's face exuded an unsettling air of danger.

Sword, unsheathed,

Boy, get started.

His movements have been very slow, which makes people feel a little cute,

But this shot is the thirteen swords, without stopping, the thirteen swords like a storm!

"It's him!"

King Wei, King Rencheng, Wang Shennian, Kang Sang, Qingyun, when they saw the young man make a move, they almost couldn't help but scream.

The super master who made Cui Zuqiu have no power to fight back with thirteen swords in a row turned out to be the wooden boy in front of him!

The young man's sword was not only fast, but also accurate.

Although the rattan of the rattan armor is densely woven and intertwined, it is still orderly and there are gaps in the end.

The sword is sharp, the batch is big, the guide is big, and there is no thickness into the room, so it can be easily between the staggered rattans.

But the blade of the sword is a rigid object after all, and it can no longer penetrate through the two layers of armor.

Although the sword blade stopped, the sword qi still had residual strength, and the killing intent still did not stop.

That kind of killing intent is like a dragon walking in the shape of a snake, continuing to pass through the texture of the rattan armor, breaking through the heavy armor, entering the texture, and directly invading the viscera.

Thirteen swords in a row, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, gallbladder, intestines, stomach, arms, and throat were all destroyed by the blades of the sword.

(The kidneys and lungs are divided into left and right, and the intestines are large and small, so they are thirteen organs)

The ghost face of the sword bent his knees and knelt on the ground with a grunt,

After kneeling like this for a moment, he finally lost his balance again, and threw himself forward again, slapping into the stagnant water, splashing half a foot of pink.

The so-called sword qi, which is qualitative and intangible, is completely a legendary existence.

Modern physicists will not believe this nonsense, but psychologists have different views.

It is said that if a person's eyes are covered, as long as he gently slides the back of the knife on his wrist and makes him feel the liquid flowing on his wrist, although he does not directly cut his veins, as long as he is constantly given the hint that his blood is about to drain, then the person will soon die, and the death will be exactly the same as blood loss.

Sword qi and killing intent are such an existence, bringing the momentum of sword moves to the extreme, producing a crushing hint in the heart.

The boy himself was like a sword, cold, ruthless, and reeked of death.

When the young man's sword was easily and accurately, like a poisonous snake, it sank into the vine armor, that resolute expression, firm wrist, no one would question whether the sword really pierced the body of the ghost-faced man.

Not even the ghost-faced man himself who was in the sword.

So, he fell.

Once the first person begins to fall, then this killing intent is no longer a psychological suggestion, but a true fact!

The second and third Ghostfaces are also starting to fall!

The martial arts of those dark cymbals are not as good as those martial arts masters in front of them, and because of their heavy armor, their actions are not as agile as ordinary people.

What they rely on is nothing more than an immortal plug-in, the sharpness of a short cymbal.

Once they are no longer able to rely on, they will collapse in an instant.

"Suppress the teenager and quickly shrink the formation."

Wang Shennian's command was issued, and he followed suit.

Although he is also heavily armoured, he has a strong body and no sense of sluggishness.

The difference between Wang Shennian and ordinary dark cymbals is like the two-dimensional realm daring to reach the miscellaneous fish mecha, and the boss of the online game copy is to the passerby.

The part of the plug-in that is beneficial to him has been integrated with his ability and has become his ability;

The part of the cheating that is not good for him, he has overcome through hard workout, has been accustomed to it.

Others put on this layer of armor, like carrying a layer of cumbersome turtle shells, and can only rely on collective combat to make up for the lack of action.

And he put on this layer of armor, but he seems to be born Xuanwu,

Like a tiger with wings, like a python probing claws!

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Recommend "I'm a Killer of Feelings", Mid-Autumn Festival Yueming's new book.

I, like a pigeon killer;

I, what feelings;

Also, I don't have to get money.

I am Yi Haizhou, whose surname Yi has disappeared;

The man who is half proficient in the four great inventions;

I didn't want to talk to you and threw a beng at you......

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