Looking at the momentum of Putilo, who was floating three feet on the opposite side, Lin Sen was still calm, and he had already sensed that this winged man had not used all his strength. ∈ 8 ∈ 8 ∈ read ∈ book, .2∞3.↓o

I saw that his wrist suddenly shook, and the long knife in his hand suddenly shook, implying some immutable legal principle between heaven and earth. The movements are subtle, seemingly fast but not fast, slow but not slow, and the long knife has been erected in the strange feeling of everyone.

Zheng, a long dragon roar sounded, as if a cold light flickered.

Lin Sen took half a step forward slightly, and the sword in his hand was picked out lightly, just in the gap between the long knives when they were erected, like a swallow copying water, and like a civet cat scurrying through a tree, extremely smart.

Putilo squinted, as if he didn't know anything, but just as Lin Sen's long sword was about to come out, his knife suddenly moved, grabbed the fleeting gap, and slashed out.

The sword slanted around, drawing a mysterious arc in mid-air, the cold wind around it turned cloudy, and the void where it passed was dyed with a layer of cyan, as if a little phosphorus fire was jumping.

And Lin Sen's mind suddenly cried with ghosts, the clouds were bleak, and he seemed to have fallen into the depths of the Nine Shadows, being devoured by all the ghosts, and the Yuan Shen was paralyzed by pain.

"It's kind of interesting!" It turned out to be a mental attack.

Lin Sen didn't use the Great Dream Technique, this level of melee attack, that is, the level that surprised him a little, was not even as good as Zhang Sleeve.

The divine thoughts in the brain automatically shot out the blue light, and the void Yuan Shen turned into a god and Buddha looking down on the vicissitudes of the sea, the breath was reckless, the Yuan Shen was raised, and the yin wind ghost cried like a passing cloud, not disturbing his arms.

Then he made a mistake in his steps, his body was like a phantom, and he easily broke free from Putilo's knife lock, and flashed to the side strangely, and the long sword suddenly accelerated, as fast as lightning, and slashed towards Putilo's side flaw.

"Awesome!" Mi Fu, who was standing on the roof, couldn't help but secretly praise, this sword is much stronger than his own shadow sword technique, and I don't know what kind of swordsmanship this person is practicing?

And the winged man Putiro is not easy to deal with, he seems to have realized it a long time ago, his body is slightly deviated, his left leg kicks sideways, bringing up the blue light and yin fire, and he kicked at the tip of Lin Sen's sword with a whoosh, wanting to kick his long sword out of his hand.

This leg is mixed with gusts of ghost wind, that is, the onlookers who are far away from the high platform all feel cold from the bottom of their hearts, not hallucinations, but the wind of substance, and their primordial spirits and flesh @ bodies seem to be about to be frozen.

Yan Hao shuddered, but fortunately, there were still his daughters Yan Man and Wu Bo by his side, one left and one right blocked Sen Sen's yin qi.

Wu Bo's face was calm, he didn't expect this winged man to be so powerful! That young man named Lin Sen is okay?

When I turned my head and saw Yan Man's calm face, I was slightly stunned, and I couldn't help laughing at myself in my heart, my kung fu to cultivate qi is not even as good as Man'er, a little girl, and Man'er is still the real party, I can't help but be ashamed.

The circle of onlookers spread out a lot, and most of the people watching the battle were ordinary people, who could withstand the invasion of this yin wind.

If it was the chill that Lin Sen escaped before, it would be easy to say, it was just a little colder, but this yin wind was corrosive.

Blowing on a person, like a knife cutting, or a blunt knife.

This winged man named Putilo is indeed a genius, and his strength is really extraordinary!

Among the people watching the battle, many of the great grandmaster-level people were secretly surprised, the Winged People clan had such a figure, and it was really tight to hide it, and the Great Zhou Kingdom, as an ally, did not receive any news at all.

And Putilo on the high platform was also secretly surprised, since he was a great master of the realm, he had never met a guy who could be so leisurely under his "bone-eroding divine wind".

Because most of them couldn't withstand this yin wind that scraped the bones and frozen souls, or they would tremble all over their bodies, their hands and feet would be stiff, and their strength would be weakened to the point that it was desirable to raise their hands.

Although there are also a few people in the same realm who have special exercises and can restrain and resist the yin wind, they can only make themselves take a serious shot, and the worst is a tie.

Even many of the Winged Human Race's top great masters felt that their "Bone Erosion Yin Wind" was difficult to deal with, and they didn't have any advantage when they were hard connected.

But now, the enemy on the opposite side was different from any battle he had encountered in the past, his skin was pale with a faint jade light, and his momentum was reckless and high, like a god like a Buddha.

In the face of the Yin Wind of the Frozen Soul Condensation, he was unaware, as if he was waiting for an idle matter, constantly wandering, and constantly firing his sword. Each sword is directed at the flaws in their own moves, according to different situations, fast or slow, heavy or empty, or like a wave, or like a heart, the way of swordsmanship shows everyone's style.

"This person's control of moves is so subtle that it is perverted!"

Putilo, who had failed to achieve the effect of continuous attacks, couldn't help but think.

What made him even more alert was that this human's left hand was always lowered, but his fingertips were trembling slightly, as if he was brewing changes, as if he was calculating flaws.

Although he didn't make a move, his momentum made him have to be cautious, and he had to reserve some strength to take precautions.

In the realm of moves, Putiro has really never seen a few that can reach this level of horror. Including Casablanca, the strongest winged man emperor in the past, there is one count, no more than five fingers, and obviously does not include himself.

Maybe in a few decades, I will be able to achieve this level of microcontrol, but now it is out of reach.

However, this Putillo's heart is also extremely tenacious, and he has not lost confidence because of the strength of his opponent, but has a more surging fighting spirit.

He used the yin wind of the call sign to outline the things around him in the world of mental images, including the enemies on the opposite side!

The flow of the opponent's true element, the opponent's muscle reaction, and the moves that the opponent is about to make are no secrets in their hearts!

This is another characteristic of his bone-eroding yin wind, which can fuse divine thoughts and multiply his senses.

Therefore, the spectators saw that Lin Sen slowly changed from leisurely to cramped, and every attack seemed to be throwing himself into a net, and the long knife waved by Putillo, covered with layers of yin fire, forced to change his moves.

If it weren't for his dexterity, the turning point was often unexpected, like a magic, and I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured by Putilo's knife.

These Da Zhou people can't help but worry, they won't really lose!

On the roof of the restaurant, Wing Man Elder Patrick showed a satisfied look in his eyes, and turned his gaze to Hong Fulin beside him, but found that the other party's old god was there, and he didn't seem to be worried at all.

Of course Hong Fulin won't worry, he has really seen the strength of this foreign kid, but it's not just as simple as what he realizes now.

Sensing Patrick's gaze, he just said lightly, "Don't worry, just watch it!"

Yan Hao, who was in the courtyard of the audience, became worried again, and secretly gritted his teeth in his heart and said: "Boy, don't let the old man down!

Just when he was secretly ruthless, there was another change on the high platform.