Chapter 35: Song must die in the end!

Song Zhong felt the fat man's move, and immediately swung his sword at Fang Zongqi, leading Fang Zongqi elsewhere, leaving eighteen masters in charge of the mirror to fight with the fat man.

The two shot at each other, swords collided, and for a while no one could help anyone.

Song Zhong's eyes were firm, and the right hand-to-hand made him understand that this Mirror Division Chief Banner was much weaker than the black-clothed swordsman who came to Si Guo Cliff to assassinate.

Song Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, since Fang Zongqi was so weak, he could only die.

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"Don't be like I don't exist!"

The fat man rushed into the midst of the eighteen Mirror Commanders.

The fat man's body is as hard as a rock, and his every move is full of surging power.

Although the master of the mirror is terrifying, he has never seen such a deadly fight!

The closer the fat man got to them, the less effective the splendid knife in their hand became.

"Knock! knock!"

"Knock! knock!"

Punches and kicks, ordinary movements, can actually injure several martial artists in charge of the camera.

The fat man waved his arms, and his strong and powerful fists contained a huge amount of power.

"Damn!

The head of the mirror and the others looked at each other, and they didn't dare to make a move for a while.

Although there were eighteen of them, seven of them were only in the realm of third-rate martial artists.

A third-rate martial artist facing a second-rate martial artist is not enough to see at all!

One shot will be killed by a second-rate martial artist!

And the fat man's horizontal kung fu is most suitable for group fights.

Masters of horizontal training usually turn into wild bulls, frantically rushing into the crowd until the crowd scatters and flees!

If you hit it slightly, it will be a broken bone and tendon.

Therefore, they did not dare to be careless, and the cautious mood in their expressions was stronger.

The fat man grinned, and there was a smug smile on his fat face.

"Next, let you know how powerful the fat man is!" The fat man said: "Tremble! Surrender under the attack of King Kong!"

"He is only one person, we have eighteen brothers, we are so many that there is no need to be afraid of him alone, everyone will go together, he will definitely not be able to beat us!"

The martial artist surnamed Yang held the splendid knife and rushed forward viciously.

Behind him, seventeen splendid knives erupted with astonishing killing intent.

The fat man roared, and in the face of the eighteen warriors, he did not retreat, and suddenly rushed forward.

"Dangdang!"

"Dangdang!"

"Dangdang!"

The splendid knives fell one after another, but they were hit by the fat man's punch, making a piercing sound of gold and iron handover.

Occasionally, a few knives hit the fat man's body, and the inner armor on the fat man's body came into play, coupled with the fact that King Kong was not bad, so that the fat man could not be injured at all.

"Huh!"

The fat man's eyes were firm, and he slapped out, and a third-rate martial artist in charge of the mirror division was slapped hard.

His body flew upside down.

"Boom!"

The people in the alley were horrified, and the warrior in charge of the mirror division actually fell directly to the ground, vomiting blood again and again.

His cheeks were swollen, the bridge of his nose was red, and several teeth had fallen out.

The people covered their mouths, and it didn't take long for the warrior to faint and fall unconscious.

The people were shocked, and then looked at it, this fat man, turned into a brute bull, and won with strength.

Seventeen martial artists can't even deal with a second-rate martial artist!

Terrible!

The disciples of this Infinite Holy Sect are all terrifying!

The people raised their eyes again to see the duel between the swordsman and the general banner.

These two masters come and go, the sword qi and sword qi are crisscrossed, and the sound of "clanging" is endless.

The momentum on the two of them was particularly terrifying, they acted quickly, and every move and style was ridiculously fast.

"Stomp, stomp..."

The swordsman raised his sword to block and retreated.

Fang Zongqi's splendid knife shows its might, one knife after another.

It's a pity that these knife techniques can't cause damage to Song Zhong!

Fang Zongqi's splendid knife just left knife marks on both sides of the street!

"It's too weak! It's too weak! As a first-class master, it's so weak!" Song Zhong sneered.

Mr. Fang's face was solemn, and he said: "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, Lao Tzu has to kill you tonight!"

Song Zhong was heroic and said with a smile: "Even if you make a move, you can kill me, count me as losing." ”

Bayonet style!

Thorn! stab!

No fancy moves!

The sharp blade of the sword stabs forward!

You won't stop until you stab the enemy!

Fang Zongqi's expression was heavy, the splendid knife was waved, and the violent knife qi was released.

Splendid knife, the blade is sharpened very sharply. This incomparably sharp knife struck towards Song Zhong.

How can the combat experience of a first-class master be comparable to Song Zhong?

Even if Song finally showed the swordsmanship of "living to death", he still had a bit of a disadvantage in the face of Fang Zongqi.

Get the upper hand!

Fang Zongqi's knife technique is a few points stronger after all.

Song finally fought and avoided, although Fang Zongqi's splendid knife was not as good as the swordsman who came to Si Guoya to assassinate, it was still very dangerous.

If you are not careful, you may be hit by Fang Zongqi, and you will lose the strength to fight again.

The sword flashed, like an evil dragon under the abyss, and attacked Song Zhong with its teeth and claws.

Song finally didn't dare to greet him, the breeze blew the willows, and his body was like a breeze in an instant, as ethereal as a wicker.

The breeze blew the willows out, and the body quickly jumped out of the distance, dodging the knife.

"Boom!"

The splendid knife slashed the outer wall of a house, and the outer wall as high as one zhang had an extra hideous knife mark.

The next moment, the outer wall actually broke apart and collapsed to the ground!

Billowing dust filled the streets in the darkness of the night.

The air in the streets has become unacceptable.

Suddenly, in the thick dust, a sword broke through the dust and came straight to Fang Zongqi!

Sharpen the sword!

Sharpen! Sharpen!

When the enemies in front of you are all turned into fruits and vegetables, the only thought is to "cut"!

The long sword broke through the air and rattled.

Towards Fang Zongqi's neck, slash hard!

Fang Zongqi's eyes widened, and he immediately raised his knife to block.

He didn't have any more options, Song Zhong's sword was very fast, and he had no other way than to block.

"Dang!"

The huge power was transmitted from the sword body, and Fang Zongqi's sword-holding arm trembled.

This sword is full of the swordsman's incomparably strong internal force, if it were an ordinary martial artist, he would have died under this sword.

"Tread..."

Fang Zongqi involuntarily took a step back, and only then did he unload Song Zhong's internal force.

Song Zhong's internal force is too exaggerated, and it doesn't look like the internal force that a second-rate martial artist should have!

It's more like a martial artist who has just entered the realm of first-class masters.

However, Song's lifelong momentum is clearly only in the second-rate realm.

Song finally failed to strike a blow, and immediately adjusted his state, preparing to use the Qin family sword to deal with Fang Zongqi.

Fang Zongqi was deeply lifted and tried to calm down, he couldn't believe that Song Zhong was so strong.

Fang Zongqi's heart revealed a deep sense of jealousy, Song Zhong was too demonic, and the second-rate realm could fight with first-class masters.

Looking at the world, there are not many people who can be more demonic than Song Zhong.

If Song Zhong is allowed to grow up, won't it overturn the position of the Mirror Division in the world in time?

No way!

Song must die in the end!

The Mirror Division must win!