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Sikong tightened his teeth, and the Red Twilight whip slammed into the dragon-patterned armor, splashing a waterfall of sparks, with the dull sound of bells and drums. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A long vibration came from a river, and Sikong staggered a few steps, half-kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

But he swallowed it back!

"King Yue, you ......"

Huo Wu supported Sikong one after another, pursed his lips, and his eyes showed guilt.

Ten years later, she hasn't changed.

For some reason, Sikong was a little disappointed.

"It's my business, it's none of your business."

Sikong pushed her away, clubbed the rusty sword, and slowly turned around step by step, looking at Douglas.

looked at those people not far away who looked indifferent and seemed to have the overall situation in their hands.

A dragon pattern armor is simple and vicissitudes, and there are many sword traces engraved on it, telling a far-reaching legend.

Next to the glacier and outside the temple, Sikong was alone, holding a handleless rusty sword, standing proudly, and his spine still standing.

Retracted the punch, just for a more powerful hit.

Since you can't hide, you just don't hide!

Vows to give strength to stumbling and immortality to weakness!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Suddenly, a burst of heart-rending coughing sounds, Sikong's face was sallow, he pressed his chest tightly, and his chest turned inward.

The rich smell of blood poured directly into his mouth, and Sikong coughed up a mouthful of blood violently, which landed on the blue-blue dragon pattern armor, making this armor a little more demonic.

But Sikong's spine is still standing!

"Haha, a sick seedling, a woman who has become a stepping stone for others. That's it, let me put an end to this farce. ”

Douglas shook his head with a smile, looked at Sikong's gaze, full of pity, and walked step by step.

The two-handed giant sword was flawless, and the smooth and wide sword body made a buzzing sound against the cold wind on the river.

It's a good sword from a goblin craftsman.

Sikong weakly soothed his breath, and the smell of blood in his throat did not stop, but his gaze suddenly changed, and in his royal blue eyes, two cold plum petals suddenly appeared.

Hanmei is the color of blood, and it quickly swallows the royal blue, making Sikong's eyes appear blood-red.

Bloodplum was born to live in frost and wind, and even if this Middle-earth was only an illusion, it could not be silenced.

Sikong didn't move, just held the rusty sword and waited, waiting for a one-hit kill!

Douglas came with both hands holding his two-handed giant sword, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, wantonly enjoying the thrill of this massacre, and having absolute confidence in himself.

Just because his parents are both spiritual teachers, he has been one step faster than his peers since he was a child.

And one step at a time, one step at a time!

He has now cultivated to a one-dimensional high level, and the Ming Chen's martial arts skills that give full play to his physical basic qualities are all masterpieces, and he can perfectly exert his strength.

In the past ten years, he slaughtered 10,000 people, plundered 10,000 people's luck, and then added his luck to his affinity for the sword, increasing the speed of the sword by sixteen times!

With a sword in hand, he has it all!

"Kill!"

Douglas's two-handed giant sword tore through the air, and the two-handed giant sword, which has always been overwhelming, was like a fluttering diamond needle at this moment, so that everyone only saw an afterimage, and they shrouded Sikong in it.

A splash of blood splashed down on the solid ice that the glacier had not yet completely melted, and suddenly smoke rose with a snort.

Then, the blood coagulates, carved in the ice, and never fades.

Douglas's face was ruthless, and as soon as his mind turned, the two-handed giant sword gave birth to thousands of changes, and the sharp blade often only lightly touched the dragon pattern armor outside Sikong's body.

Then, the sword blade flew by, and in a sonorous sound, it passed through the dragon pattern armor and directly acted on Sikong's body!

The venomous and long force turned into a slender poisonous snake, directly gnawing at Sikong's body.

Then, under the dragon-patterned armor, Sikong's skin on the surface of his body was like shattered ceramics, cracking into dense gaps like spider webs. The blood, gushing out from slow to rapid, directly drenched Sikong into a bloody man.

"Douglas is actually practicing sword martial arts, and it seems that he has quite a lot of achievements."

Some people couldn't help but look at Douglas when they saw the bulky two-handed greatsword in a supernatural way, and even more with the essence of lifting weight.

"Oh, I once read a book of anecdotes, in which there is a criminal law called a thousand knives, which is to use an extremely sharp knife to cut the flesh of the whole body, as little as eight knives, as many as more than three thousand knives. In the end, the victim's internal organs were all pulled out, but those eyes, haha, were still turning! ”

One laughed loudly, cheerfully, and even patted his belly full of grease, which was bulging as if he was pregnant for October.

Suddenly, countless sword shadows disappeared, solidifying into the two-handed giant sword.

"Kill yourself, I won't embarrass you."

Douglas looked at Sikong with pity.

But he saw that above Sikong's delicate face, there were hideous sword wounds, and the red blood flowed down, blurring his face and adding a bit of ferocity to him.

The dragon armor is still blue and blue, not stained with dust, and Douglas's offensive did not leave a mottled mark on the armor.

But if you have more than one point, it will be bloated, and if you have a small point, every part fits perfectly under the armor of Sikong's body, Sikong seems to have been fished out of a pool of blood, and the blood wets his clothes!

Douglas, it's to play with cats and mice, and it's better to live than to die.!

"Suicide?"

The color of blood blurred Sikong's eyes and blurred his face even more, but the mocking color on his face filled everyone's eyes.

It's particularly glaring.

Huo Wu wanted to rush up several times, but the man with a hooked nose and a vulture-like face entangled her, and his unfathomable momentum turned into a quagmire, leaving Huo Wu in a dilemma, and he could only barely protect himself.

Outside this temple full of heroes, she, a former 'loser', is like catkins in the wind, let the wind and rain blow.

The fire dragon, like a docile kitten, trembled with shock from the rich murderous intent here, covering its eyes with its flesh wings, revealing its shallow horns, and no longer had the ferocious appearance of being invincible.

Ten years ago, the dragon was towering in the sky, devouring many competitors.

But ten years later, the dragon withered to two or three big cats and kittens, and became the mounts of the contestants, and there were many dragon slaying warriors in the field!

"Stubborn!"

Douglas snorted angrily, and a two-handed big sword was like a mountain, and the sword body carried a thousand gravity, and smashed directly on Sikong's shoulder.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Sikong staggered a few steps, but he held on to himself with one foot.

"King Yue, forget it! Just a game......"

Huo Wu's grieving voice came, persuading Sikong to give up, but when Sikong heard this, he smiled coldly.

Never mind?

Now it's not him who counts, it's time to settle accounts with Douglas!

At the wrist of the right hand, the meaning of coolness is almost converging into a river, hoarding an earth-shattering shock!

'Bump! ’

Douglas smashed down with another sword, shattering Sikong's shoulder blades, piercing into the flesh and blood, and it hurt his heart.

But the ridicule at the corner of Sikong's mouth became more and more obvious.

A sword slammed down.

A muffled grunt.

Sikong is like a lonely boat in the angry sea, and blood flows out as if it doesn't want money.

But Sikong's back is still straight as a peak, and he refuses to bow his head.

Douglas's eyes were gloomy, and after holding the sword for a long time, the blood in his ten fingers did not flow, and he subconsciously loosened his fingers......

But at this moment, Sikong suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were as bright as the morning star.

The coolness on the wrist is like a flood dam, with the mighty of the Milky Way falling for nine days, directly integrated into Sikong's body, suppressing the fire poison and dark wounds, and calming Sikong's mind!

Martial arts consciousness!

Driven by Sikong's 30 spiritual domain values, the Nine Martial Dao Consciousness turned into a spiritual storm and directly penetrated into Douglas's brain.

He froze and lost his eyes.

Then, a rusty sword shook with cold light, as if waking up from thousands of years of slumber and returning to the epic divine service of that year.

No roaring, no hysteria.

From the bottom up, the rusty sword swept past Douglas, and the rusty handleless rusty sword slashed out of his skull.

Sikong withdrew his sword and hung it at his waist, drops of blood sliding down the rusty sword.

Fall before the temple.

It is a sacrifice to the resurrection of the true God.