The so-called swordsmanship, on the one hand, lies in strength, and on the other hand, in accuracy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ancient Chinese martial arts pay attention to the word "acupuncture point", even if it is the incorruptible body of King Kong, if it stabs the dead hole, it can also win with one blow.

Although the Demon King is strong, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have weaknesses!

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Under the sword array, the Demon King's body was stabbed with blood, and his powerful life recovery ability allowed many wounds to heal quickly, but in the waves of turbulent sword shadows, his life was still slowly declining. Especially the few swords in his lower body, the strength of his whole body was leaked.

"Wang! Ye !" Mo Wen didn't want to entangle with these little minions anymore, he roared violently and flew directly in front of Wang Ye who was holding the far away revolver, and smashed it with a fist.

That Wang Ye instantly threw the Yuanyou revolver in his hand into the air, and his two hands surrounded the heavy punches he smashed with the momentum of Tai Chi, and half of his strength was unloaded in a leisurely manner.

But even if it's half of the power, with the power of the "residual energy" skill and the damage bonus of the Demon King's arrival, it's still terrifying. I saw that the sleeves of Wang Ye's clothes started from the palm of his hand, and they burst and tore with a "hiss", and the whole person spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

Mo Wen took advantage of the situation to pursue, and flew up his knees with a "bang" and directly exploded Wang Ye's head.

But immediately after the sound of "swish", the royal industry turned into a phantom and disappeared.

"It's like a meteor, leaving no trace for thousands of miles. A voice came from above Mo Wen's head.

Mo Wen looked up in astonishment, but saw another Wang Ye emerging out of the air, caught the Yuanyou revolver thrown in the air, and raised his gun to shoot at him.

At the same time, the archer matrix in the Blood Clan army released arrows at the same time, and the rain of arrows fell "swish", stabbing him like a hedgehog on his armor.

It was still a 1-point skin injury, but it slipped off nearly 100 points of his life in an instant.

"Press the sword to clear the eight poles, and return to the wind. ”

It was another poetic array, and the eight-sided square array was arranged into a huge Taiji diagram in an instant. Yin and yang, gossip and gossip, flow endlessly between the arrays.

The eight camps kept rushing with swords in a strange formation, and they were interlocking endlessly.

Mo Wen waved his fists and rampaged, one vampire after another died tragically, but soon new vampires came up to fill the position, and the formation was endless, although the demon king was strong, but in the face of thousands of troops, he could only be tired of parrying.

For a while, the two sides formed a strange balance, the demon king was trapped in the formation and could not break the formation, and the low damage of the sword array could not cause heavy damage to the demon king, Arthur led the sword, becoming the only output point of the entire sword array, but it was difficult for Arthur alone to make a real breakthrough.

On the contrary, Mo asked here, the endless stream of minions had already made him upset and irritable, after all, the time for his demon king to come was limited, and he didn't want to waste this limited time on endless minions.

"Wang Ye, you coward, do you dare to hide behind the troops like this!" Mo Wen punched a vampire's chest and roared, "You have the ability!"

"You don't really think I'm afraid of you. Wang Ye looked down at him and said coldly: "I'm not afraid to tell you, from the moment this sword formation starts, you are already doomed." The reason why you have survived until now is that I need a rare guinea pig like you to study the optimization and upgrading of the sword formation. You probably don't know that the moment I make a move, it will be the end of your dog's life!"

As he spoke, the nine royal industries turned into nine-colored dragon shadows and floated out, and in a blink of an eye, they came to the center of the sword array, surrounding Mo Wen at nine points.

"You're finally here!" Mo Wen pinched and exploded the head of a vampire with one hand, and said fiercely with blood on his face: "Don't use these boring tricks, this battle belongs to you and mine!"

"Did you watch TV series when you were a child?" Wang Ye smiled casually.

"What?" Mo asked for a moment.

"I don't know if you watched a TV series called 'Young Zhang Sanfeng' when you were a child. Nine Wang Ye surrounded him and said lightly: "I like the opening song very much, the name of the opening song is 'Virtual, Virtual, Realistic', and the name of my trick comes from this." ”

"Use less nonsense to delay time!" Mo Wen didn't plan to talk nonsense with Wang Ye, and his powerful fist rushed straight towards Wang Ye. But the two Wang Ye on the left and right also greeted him at the same time, and the three of them pushed up the Tai Chi hand at the same time, and unloaded the strength of Shengsheng.

"When my master chartered me to pass on the skills, he once asked me if I had ever heard a song about 'Tai Chi' when I was a child, and he said that everyone has a different understanding of Tai Chi, and that the extreme of Tai Chi is Wuji, floating in the form and returning to the heart, and remembering the songs about Tai Chi in my heart, and singing softly in my heart, the success can be achieved, so I remembered this song. Wang Ye calmly defended against Mo Wen's attack, and asked with a smile: "Thinking about it now, I really don't know if I remembered this song, or if this song was originally written based on my experience, reincarnation and death, and the last to come." ”

"Who has heard your broken song!" Mo Wen flew up with a knee in anger, and Wang Ye, who was holding a bloody blade in front of him, directly dodged the impact of the flying knee on the side of his body, and at the same time pushed Mo Wen on the side with a palm, directly removing eight points of his hand power.

"Yo, how can I not hear such a classic and beautiful song?" Another Wang Ye wrapped himself closely, and his hand was like a young dragon around Mo Wen's arm: "If you haven't heard it, I'll let you listen to it!"

With a turn of his hands, Mo Wen relaxed his strength for a few minutes, and his small mouth opened and closed, and he actually started singing.

"If I can be reborn, like Tai Chi is born for Liangyi. ”

Rotate his hands around Mo Wen's arm, and work with yin and yang, unscrewing his arm at a 360-degree angle.

"Between movement and stillness, it is like flowing water, chasing an open-minded look. ”

The other eight people were like the wind and shadows, and the moves were exhausted between the flows, and several wounds appeared on Mo Wen's body at the same time.

"Let the bulging giant force come to hit me, and it will affect me in four or two thousand pounds. ”

Mo Wen punched violently, but the fist wind was always empty, although the fist was fierce, but there was nowhere to focus.

"The weak can win the strong, the late can be the first, the world is broad and profound. ”

The Tai Chi hand crossed a wonderful arc in the air, swinging Mo Wen's hands and feet to move with the circle, the movement was so slow that ordinary people could see clearly, but it made Mo Wen unable to crack it.

"In the void, in the reality, in the gods, the void is poor, the power is fierce, the invincible true hero who does not move, acts as he pleases, and I am such a person in my heart. ”

Mo Wen's hole cards were all out, and his fist was wild, but even if he hit a certain Wang Ye's body, that Wang Ye would only turn into a virtual shadow and disperse, and another real shadow would pick up his weapon and attack it, leaving more and more serious scars on Mo Wen's body.

"In the void, in the reality, in reality, it is difficult to love or not to love, the wound is still, so deep, at the end of every road, there is a person, who can't see through the truth of the world. ”

Each of the nine guards one side, each attacking a ring, interlocking and balancing.

Mo Wen never thought that he would fight so a person with only more than forty attributes. Wang Ye's strange "virtual reality" simply drove him crazy, he always struggled to kill a Wang Ye, but the people he killed always turned into virtual shadows, as if they never existed.

"You're still, so naïve!" A Wang Ye sang the last sentence and jumped down from the top of Mo Wen's head, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand stabbed directly into the top of Mo Wen's head.