In a trance, the giant sickle was overwhelming, and it was already in front of him.

The unexpected is already thrilling, and if you can't deal with it, you will die.

Although Jian Ming couldn't think of Ximen's means of shocking Tang, he thought of a response.

So the sword whirled.

It was a spin that almost threw itself out of the world.

Spinning to the left, fleeing to the right.

Such perverse actions would simply make people scramble, but now they can't make a little mess.

The two faced each other, and Simon was shocked to hold the knife in his right hand, and the knife was filled with a storm full of anger, and came towards the left waist of the sword undertone.

Therefore, fleeing to the right is undoubtedly the only way to widen the gap with the sickle.

The sword turned to the left, but it was to stir up a wave.

Who would have believed that the twisting of the body alone could stir up a monstrous storm?

It's just that once you can see how solid the muscles on the sword waist are, you will no longer have any doubts, you can only open your mouth to be amazed.

These well-honed muscles writhed into a surging current, clapping with the wind of the giant scythe.

Simon's face changed in surprise.

Simon was shocked that he really never thought that his slash would be blown out by the wind created by the rotation.

Just as the giant scythe slowed down slightly, the sword retreated.

Simon was shocked and took another step, and with the sharp tenacity of a sickle, he drilled out of the headwind.

To chase after it so relentlessly is to give no respite.

Seeing that the blade was about to be cut at the waist, it was the sword that counterattacked.

Because the giant scythe was half a beat slower, the sword had already snatched the opportunity to move his hand, only to see that his feet did not stop, and the sword above his head was held to his chest, accompanied by a flying body, and struck towards the west gate in shock.

Although the giant scythe is long, it must be faster with a spinning volley.

And the sword blade came with Ximen's shocked eyes.

The most vulnerable place on the human body is the eyes.

Ximen couldn't help but close his eyes, couldn't help but stumble under his feet, one left foot was inserted into the soil, he leaned back, and felt the cold attack of the sword blade all over his body, two inches above the tip of his nose was cut open, and blood flowed down.

Feet, of course, are also painful.

Although the left foot was stuck in the earth, it was inevitably subjected to severe friction under the wild rush, and at least three toes wore through the flesh.

But after all, it's a stop.

Still facing each other, still looking at each other.

If it weren't for the blood on Simon's nose and the clothes on Jian Ming's body torn by the hunting wind, it would be as if he had never done it.

Jian Ming took a deep breath, and after a few moments, he only felt that all the strength in his body was abundant, he raised his confident chest, his left hand was slightly pinned behind his waist, and the sword in his right hand was obliquely beside him, his fighting spirit was high, and he was also ready to attack.

Looking at the West Gate, the scene is different.

Simon was shocked and furious, only to see him pull his long shirt and tear it off, revealing his reddened body, and then he took out his free right hand, clenched it into a fist, a fist as big as a dragon ball fruit, and beat it towards his own heart like a madman in front of everyone. With one punch, he really used all his strength, making a muffled sound in the lonely Sang Mo forest.

It wasn't until a mouthful of blood spurted out like an arrow and sprayed on the giant scythe that Ximen was shocked.

This is just a punishment for yourself.

Finally, Simon's shocked right hand held the sickle again.

The blue color of the scythe was hidden by the dark blood, and Simon was startled to raise the knife and stand in front of his chest, tearing out word by word from his mouth.

"Are you ready to die?"