Motasha Zekaku!?

The Devil Tasha is the name of this cult, and when it is connected to it, it is blasphemous.

The slogan of this operation is also the simplest and most direct way to select cultists.

The man in the suit said directly: "If you want to die, you can go together!"

"Deal with you trash, I can solve you alone. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Mian held the long sword and pounced directly.

After Gao Yue saw Wu Mian attack, he held the long sword in his hand and was also ready to rush forward to help.

At this time, Lei Yang was holding Gao Yue.

Gao Yue frowned, turned her head to look at Lei Yang, and was speechless in her heart: Wu Mian said that he was fighting alone, so let him fight alone!?

Deal with a cultist, tell him what the rules are, and kill him and you'll be done.

Lei Yang naturally didn't come forward to help because Wu Mian said that he would fight alone, he had his own considerations in his heart: the main thing was that Wu Mian's swordsmanship had reached the swordsman level, plus he had enough actual combat experience, with Gao Yue's swordsmanship, there was no more than her, and no less than her.

Moreover, they have not learned to cooperate at all, and they will rush forward in a swarm, but they will be restrained, and if they accidentally injure their companions, they will not be qualified......

Just as this side was pulling, the opposite side was already handing over.

The man in the suit hated this cheap little bastard, and with a kick of his footsteps, his figure flashed, and he intercepted Wu Mian first.

But at this time, Wu Mian, whose body was still in high-speed motion, suddenly stopped strangely, and at the same time, a force was instantaneously transmitted and superimposed from under his feet, and then burst out.

A sword broke through the space, and there was a sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air in the space.

As soon as this sword came out, not to mention the man in the suit, even if it was Lei Yang and the others, his expression couldn't help but change slightly.

Just in the last sword fight, they had already seen Wu Mian's amazing sword speed, at least 250+, which had reached the entry standard of a great martial artist.

But now the speed of Wu Mian's sword is 300+, not to mention for a martial artist, even if it is for a great martial artist, it is quite good.

Now, they realized that Wu Mian had been hiding his strength before.

The cultists are finished.

Just when Lei Yang and the others were thinking like this, they suddenly saw Wu Mian's figure stiffen, and the long sword running at high speed actually appeared to pause for a short time.

"Huh!?"

Lei Yang felt strange in his heart.

Wu Mian's sword stabbed down, and the other party was already certain to die, why did he slow down at this time.

Wu Mian only felt that an incomparably terrifying existence locked himself through the space.

Qi and blood pressure system!?

The person in front of him actually has the means to control qi and blood pressure?

Wu Mian's pupils shrank.

Yesterday, he had just learned the method of qi and blood pressure system, but he didn't expect to encounter it again today.

Is he a great warrior?

No, Wu Mian sensed that the mysterious power did not come from the other party's body, but from the cult talisman worn by the other party's neck.

fortunately

With the figure braking suddenly, all the kinetic energy contained in the body was poured into the long sword, producing an astonishing inertia, and the long sword stabbed towards him violently.

When Chang,

A stirring metal crash sounded, and the long sword in the man in the suit swung away Wu Mian's rain sword.

With the sword clashing, a cluster of sparks suddenly burst out.

After the man in the suit swung Wu Mian's sword, he took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed straight towards Wu Mian's neck, and between the move conversions, there was no pause or jerky, as if flowing water, and its speed had reached about 200+.

And

These are all basic moves, not in the category of formal swordsmanship, and from this point alone, you can see the high level of proficiency of the other party.

However, if it weren't for the man in the suit who sacrificed the holy relics on his body in time this time, he would already be a dead man at this moment.

Facing the sword of the man in the suit, Wu Mian took a step to the left, his figure turned into a phantom, and he moved two positions horizontally, and the arm muscles were contracted and beating, turning into a series of afterimages of flow marks, and he took it back, and stabbed him in the left shoulder with a backhand.

The pupils of the man in the suit shrank, compared to his swordsmanship, the young bastard opposite, his swordsmanship was beyond his imagination.

His moves are like flowing water, and there are tracks and channels to be found, but the opponent's moves are not only traceless, but also the moves are simple and direct, and they are extremely accurate.

In particular, the opponent's immunity to mental deterrence.

Ordinary people are already scared when they face his spiritual deterrence, but the other party's spirit is strong and strong-willed, and the impact is minimal......

In the face of such a monster, the man in the suit didn't want to think about it, and consumed his spirit again to urge the holy relics.

The next moment, another terrifying aura descended on Wu Mian's side.

Even if Wu Mian had already prepared, he was still influenced by the other party.

Lei Yang and the two frowned, feeling strange in their hearts.

This situation has been several times, and whenever it comes to the last moment, when he sees that he is about to solve the other party, Wu Mian will be inexplicably stiffened, and then the other party will fight back......

The man in the suit seized the opportunity, slipped under his feet, without the slightest undulation, and moved directly more than half a meter, and his backhand was about to provoke Wu Mian's ribs.

At this moment, I saw a sword light flash away, and without the slightest warning, the stabbing blow in the little mongrel's hand changed to a slash and slashed straight towards his neck.

The pupils of the man in the suit shook sharply, and the figure was about to retreat for the first time, but he was still a step slower, and in a flash of sword light, he only felt a cold neck, and when he stopped, a large cloud of liquid flowed onto his body.

"Hit!"

With a successful move, Wu Mian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, he also knew that the vitality of these cultists was strong, and it was obviously impossible to solve each other with a sword, so he directly urged the sword technique, and the figure flickered, suddenly shaking the air, carrying a violent wind, sweeping towards the cult warriors, blowing the hair and clothes of the cult warriors violently.

"Bad ......"

The man in the suit screamed in his heart, and he couldn't take care of the thirty-seven twenty-one, the power of qi and blood in his body was running wildly, and he wanted to urge the holy relics he was carrying.

However, spiritual deterrence needs to be locked through his eyes, but Wu Mian is extremely blurry in his eyes at the moment, like an afterimage, which cannot be locked at all.

Poof!

Wu Mian urged the sword technique, and with a sword in the head, it stabbed directly into his left eye, and the sword entered his brain, and the back of his head was burst out with power, and it exploded alive.

Under the blowing of the sword wind, the man in the suit took a few steps back, and then fell straight in front of Wu Mian.

He hadn't died directly, his chest was still wheezing violently, but the eyes in his right eye were dilated, and he was already breathing.

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