Chapter 603: The Fall of the Tomahawk?

Seeing that the two of them finally stopped at this moment, the small group of energy bodies also slowly stopped, but looking at the column of the horizontal column, there were terrible knife marks everywhere, and the little person who turned into the energy body couldn't help but show a trace of bitterness at this moment, and then the figure was moving back and forth between the two at the moment, and he grinned at the two people who didn't know anything at the moment...... It's just that the only ones who can see this scene right now are Yu Ningxue and Mu Fan, looking at the "little guy" with a bitter look, it seems that they are distressed about the Wanglong Pavilion, and they are a little annoyed by the brutal actions of the two of them when they ruthlessly destroyed the Wanglong Pavilion just now.

Mu Fan and Yu Ningxue glanced at each other tacitly, and at this moment, they both saw the other party's puzzled look, could it be that this energy body has some kind of connection with this Wanglong Pavilion. Originally, Mu Fan thought that this energy body was just condensed from the soul power flowing in the void, but it seemed that the result was not only that, but what made Mu Fan puzzled was what kind of connection this energy body had with this Wanglong Pavilion...... Just when Mu Fan was thinking about it, at this moment, everyone's eyes were cast into the void of Wanglong Pavilion, and fell on the figures of the two people, although they didn't want to believe it, but the battle axe was a strong and solid opponent. You must know that Na Wuxie was also ranked second on the riot list back then.

The tomahawk clenched the plate axe in his hand, hesitating that there was a great consumption of physical strength just now, although he still relied on his own soul power to support himself suspended in the void at this moment, but at this moment, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was just the latter holding on, if it weren't for the innocent deliberate teasing, I think the tomahawk at this moment would have been defeated a long time ago.

At this moment, the group of martial arts cultivators who were watching the play on the side, looking at the battle axe, also suddenly began to discuss, but although many people seemed to admire the courage of the battle axe in their words, but at this moment, most people were concerned about the reserved seat of the soul purification pool, so there was some disdain and blame in that gaze, and even at this moment, on top of the words, some critical words gradually appeared.

At this moment, Qingsha and Shi Ling were standing between everyone, listening to some reproachful words for the battle axe, even that Qingsha only had a few relationships with the battle axe, but at this moment, a trace of anger gradually appeared on his face. As for Na Shi Ling, he clenched his hands tightly, although his face was still indifferent, but in fact, in his heart, he had already had a deep hatred for that innocent person.

"Drink!"

At this moment, the tomahawk suddenly screamed, but it once again urged the remaining trace of soul power in the body, and attacked the innocent, but at this moment, the innocent had already been waiting for him, and at the moment when the latter's figure arrived, it was a direct flash, which was able to avoid the attack of the tomahawk, and at the same time, the blood sword in the hand of the innocent suddenly flashed with a strange fishy light, and the next moment, after playing a beautiful sword flower in the innocent hand, it was slowly persecuted towards the tomahawk.

Everyone present was staring closely at the innocent movement, and even some of them had their eyes wide open, trying to see the innocent sword clearly, but to their disappointment, except for the blood-red sword shadow tightly lingering around the innocent body, they could not capture the true location of the blood-colored sword.

At this moment, the tomahawk was already crumbling after the last blow was missed, barely supported by one breath, unwilling to admit defeat so easily, but right now, even if he was standing opposite the innocent, he still couldn't catch the true trace of the blood sword, and it was precisely because of this that he was a little panicked now...... Seeing the tomahawk showing such a panicked look, the look of disdain on Deng Shi's innocent face became more and more intense, and suddenly the innocent hand suddenly froze, but the originally ethereal flying blood sword suddenly stopped, and in an instant, the original sword shadow gradually coincided with the blood sword in the innocent hand.

However, just after everyone noticed the innocent action, the blood sword in the innocent hand was swung again, but the move changed again.

At present, the strange feeling of the battle axe for the blood sword in Wuxie's hand is also more profound than others, looking at the blood sword that is constantly dancing towards him, and in an instant, his face is more and more panicked, and at this moment, the blood-colored sword is even more like having eyes, but it is directly staring at the chest of the battle axe, which is enough to kill the part...... The "little guy" who was haunting around the two of them, looking at the blood sword constantly waving in Wuxie's hand, actually felt a trace of fear inexplicably, but thinking that he couldn't see me at the moment, so the object of the blood sword must not be aimed at himself, so that kind of fear was not as terrifying as the tomahawk; It was a little unbearable.

Near, the blood-colored glow has touched the figure of the tomahawk at this moment, although the tomahawk is still struggling to swing the plate axe in his hand, in order to force away the blood sword in the hand of the innocent, but to no avail, because at this moment the position of the latter's sword is also extremely tricky, and even gives people a traceless appearance; gradually, all that echoes in the void is the sound of the tomahawk and the wisps of blood red gradually wafting in the void.

At this moment, the tomahawk is like a lamb to be slaughtered, but the way the "master" kills him at the moment is really cruel, and even the original martial arts cultivators who were dissatisfied with the tomahawk were tortured like this, I don't know why, but they also began to sprout a trace of unbearable color, as for the "little guy", it kept floating back and forth between the two, grinning at the cruel innocent teeth from time to time.

"Kill me!" At this moment, the plate axe that the battle axe was originally swinging vigorously suddenly stopped, and in the next moment, it suddenly came out of its hand, as if it meant to give up resistance. Looking at the blood-colored sword that drew a strange trace, and then kept attacking towards him, he suddenly shouted loudly.