The sword light skyrocketed, almost stabbing open the chests of everyone who stood in front of him.

But the first thing Zhao Ziwan needs to deal with is not Jindong's swordsmanship.

Two bone-piercing nails as thin as cow hair hit Zhao Zidui faintly with the help of the snowy light.

saw that Zhao Zidu's eyes didn't even blink, his wrist turned, and the red tassel gun on the stage was like a dancing hot wheel, without any crisp sound, and it was nailed into the ebony gun.

Only with a vicious vision can you see the reluctance from this hand in one go.

Jin Dong only stared at Zhao Zidu's chest.

The sword blade is tricky, and the sword shadow is turbulent.

A sword stabbed at him, not only fast, but also trembling, as if at any time, he couldn't stop trembling, and anyone who looked at it couldn't tell whether the sword was stabbed after all or not.

When you think it's a false move, the sword will pierce into the heart, and if you respond with a real move, the sword will swing and attack from elsewhere.

At the beginning of the fight, even the sword god Di Qiu was not sure, so that he fell behind.

Zhao Zidui couldn't understand the mystery here, but Zhao Zidui didn't care about the truth and reality, and only raised a gun to point Jindong's hand holding the sword.

Jin Dong frowned, based on this alone, Zhao Zidui is worthy of being the top master.

Even the red tassel gun used for performance on the stage is longer than the sword, and Jindong is even more straightened and stabbed with a sword, and the distance between the gun and the wrist is the shortest distance between Zhao Ziwei and Jindong.

Jindong's sword was still a foot away from Zhao Zidu's chest, and the head of the spear was almost piercing into his arm.

The spear was only halfway out, and Jindong was about to withdraw his sword.

Half a move to break Jindong's wonderful, could there be a turnaround?

However, Jindong's face was not in a hurry at all, as if he had already calculated for such a situation.

Seeing Jindong settled, Zhao Ziwei suddenly smiled.

Until the fingertips were tightening, the light smile on his face did not stop. There was a slight bitterness in his smile, as if he had never thought that he would be hit by such a third road.

Zhao Ziwei said.

"Soul Stacking. ”

Jindong sneered and said.

"Hard. ”

Soon, it seemed that tens of thousands of flies, insects, snakes and rats were crawling across the skin, and the unbearable itching suddenly grabbed Zhao Zidui's nerves.

And the smile also stopped.

Jindong Road.

"Soon you will not have to suffer like this again, and soon I will cut off your head. ”

Wang Liang stepped forward slightly, looking around with a pair of greedy cold eyes, for fear that there would be an ambush somewhere.

But looking at the muscles on Zhao Zidui's body twitching, he couldn't help but appreciate the pain that made him ecstatic.

Wang Liang said.

"General Zhao, next, I will use a rope chain to entangle you, after all, it is difficult to predict when this stack of soul incense will not work. ”

Zhao Zidui's voice was astringent, and he could already hear that Zhao Zidui couldn't control his body at all.

Zhao Ziwei said.

"You can use seven steel nails to nail the big holes around my body, so that you can sleep peacefully without any worries. ”

Wang Liang almost bowed down and said with a smile.

Your words are thought-provoking and instructive. ”

Then with a wave of his hand, two iron cables were stretched out on the left and right, intertwined around Zhao Zidu's limbs and waist, allowing him to have ten thousand acres, and no matter how much he wanted to move, he couldn't.

Finally, Jindong walked towards Zhao Zidui again.

Holding the sword in his hand, the soul powder smeared on the blade of the sword floated away lightly in the miserable white light, and then raised it, staring at Zhao Zidui's throat with his gaze.

The famous Zhao Ziwei will eventually die at his own hands.

Jindong had a smile on his face.

The long sword is shot, and the god of the ghost army is really going to die like this!