Chapter 483: Return to Hanshilin (16)

There have been countless times when he has had the opportunity to cut off Zhuge Duhan's head, but if he did that, Zhuge Duhan's bladeless heavy sword would also pierce his heart in the next moment!

A lose-lose style of play, a middle-aged man can't afford to lose at all!

This is the Warcraft Forest, even if he killed Zhuge Duhan and captured Leng Meiying, how could he drag out of this forest with serious injuries?

Therefore, the middle-aged man has been very hesitant to start, which is also an opportunity for Zhuge Duhan to fight with all his might.

In the collision of the two weapons, Zhuge Duhan suddenly occupied a favorable factor.

The swords of the two made a loud sound in a single impact, and then, a thin crack was born in one of the middle-aged man's swords, and after another impact, it was completely shattered into small pieces!

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned, this stunned almost gave Zhuge Duhan a chance to stab the heavy sword into his throat.

Throwing off the hilt of the sword, the middle-aged man's face became even heavier.

The rich second generation is the rich second generation, even if people's strength is not as good as their own, but people's equipment is first-class.

After nearly half an hour of fighting, although Zhuge Duhan was covered with injuries, his bladeless heavy sword was not cut at all, and the light was as bright as new.

But the middle-aged man's sword was already mottled, and one of them was overwhelmed and was cut off directly!

Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man finally made up his mind.

"Hmph, Zhuge Duhan, this is your own death, let me die!"

Understand that if the last sword is broken, the situation will be even more uncertain!

Therefore, the middle-aged man was no longer entangled, and as soon as the sword blade turned, the fighting spirit on the sword flew sideways, and in the blink of an eye, the dazzling fighting spirit soared.

The sword qi that came out with a fighting spirit slashed out of the sky, like a vicious snake coming out of the middle-aged man's hand.

The blade of the sword slashed, and everywhere it passed, it was all broken by a sword.

"Die!"

With a last roar, the middle-aged man raised his sword and slashed at Zhuge Duhan.

This is the power of the Martial Emperor Realm to cut out all the power, the speed is extremely fast, the momentum is extremely great, Zhuge Duhan has no hope of dodging at all, even if he raises his sword to block, he may be shocked and his arms are broken, and then the heavy sword is out of his hand, and then he is cut in two.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhuge Duhan hesitated.

How fast is the sword blade falling? Lightning-fast!

How fast lightning can be, sometimes, lightning is less than one ten-thousandth of the mind.

At that critical juncture, Zhuge Duhan had already understood the will to die in his heart, but in his heart, there was a voice laughing at him.

"Is this going to be the end of the day? If she dies, who will take care of Miss Leng, who will accompany her to step on the sunshine and laugh together? ”

"No, I can't die! I can't die! I'm going to...... Get stronger! ”

"Roar!"

The change of mind had been integrated in only one ten-thousandth of a time when the sword light fell, and Zhuge Duhan's body, a layer of film-like things, made a sound like a peeling and shattering sound, and it was shattered in all directions.

Then, a more majestic and terrifying force was reborn in Zhuge Duhan's body.

On the pitch-black heavy sword, which had never been bright, a strange light emitted at this time.

A black light, as black as ink, bloomed like ink, and then with Zhuge Duhan's state of mind, he stopped and slashed over.