Thin line.
At this time, the surrounding ground raised countless thin lines, and these thin lines were turned into a fine sword of a handle, and the number could not be calculated.
"This group attack is useless to me." The king shook his head in the cold night.
He didn't care about this group attack at all. Although the group attack had a large area of damage, the power of the group attack was limited.
As long as he protects his position, there will be no harm.
"Is it?" For a moment.
All the attacks around him turned to him.
Countless blood-colored swords all hit the stick king.
And soon the king found that all the attacks were hit at a point.
boom! boom! boom!
The stick king just thought that he would launch an impenetrable attack in the summer, but he saw this kind of attack that was all hit at one point. In this case, he only needs to defend one point, although such a attack is very strong, but Such an attack can't break his defense.
In his opinion, summer is just a waste of effort.
So now he is also constantly defending there.
Yep?
Just when he thought the attack was immutable, the summer red eagle suddenly appeared in front of him, his chest.
This time, seeing that he has no way to dodge.
The attack in the summer just made him have formed a defense habit, only one point can be defended, so he did not expect that there would be such an attack in the summer.
when!
"Hugh thinking."
At the most dangerous time, his left hand took a direct attack on his weapon to block the summer attack, while his right hand punched, but also broke the attack.
boom!
But the same.
Although his left hand changes a lot, but the power is not enough, and the summer seems to have expected him to do so, so the summer attack is also directly flying him out.
Seeing that the summer has caught up, the cold night of the stick that the body is retreating is also a dozen hands.
sweep!
The weapon in his hand swept straight away. At the beginning of the sweep, the surrounding air was directly cut off by the waist.
In the summer, the red eagle was directly blocked by the hand.
broken!
at the same time.
The cold night attack of the stick king is also aggravated again. He seems to want to use all his powers.
call out!
The red eagle was directly shot and flew out, and the summer body disappeared into place.
When it reappears.
Summer has come to the front of the cold night of the stick.
puff!
His hand has caught the head of the cold night of the stick, and now the king of the stick is cold, the body is still retreating, and his hands are still using all the power, because of inertia, still waving.
I can't get away at all.
He didn't even think that he could still appear in front of him in a moment when he was flying a summer weapon.
Raid!
This time, the raid can be said to give him no chance to react at all, and there is no chance of defense.
"Wan Jian Qi Fei!"
Numerous swords appeared out of thin air, and all these swords were worn from the body of the cold night.
Yep?
Looking at the lively Jianzong white is also a bright spot.
He has to say.
This set of attacks in the summer is really beautiful.
Every step seems to be the one he calculated in advance.
boom!
In the cold night of the stick, a horrible force broke out in the body. This force directly rushed into the summer. At the same time, his body also smashed the mountain behind him.
puff!
A blood spurted out of his mouth.
injured.
He played against the summer and was actually injured. At the beginning, he still looked down on the summer, but now his face is all shocked. He didn't think that he had such a skill in the summer.
Although he was attacking him in the summer and calculating him, he has to admit that this is also the skill.
it is good!
The face of the stick king’s cold night showed a smile: “That’s great, it’s interesting.”
I can tell.
He is very excited now, although he was injured in the summer, but he is not at all unhappy, and some are just excited.
“Is it?” Shake his head in the summer: “But I think it’s boring, you can’t afford my interest.”
Disappointed!
The faces of summer are all disappointing.
"Bad boy, it seems that I should let you have a good look, what is the real skill." The stick of the cold hand of the king's cold night, the weapon in his hand instantly became ten times larger.
boom!
A stick collapsed.
Dodge in the summer.
Instantly smash around.
"I rely on it, it has become so much, and the speed can actually increase." When he saw the other party getting bigger the weapon in the summer, he still had a bit of a puzzle, because the weapon became bigger and the speed would be slower.
Now the King of the King has no advantage in terms of speed. If he still abandons the speed, then he is definitely not a summer opponent.
tread!
Summer's feet are a little in the air.
The red eagle in the hand is also thrown out again.
when!
The cold night of the stick once again blocked his attack.
At the same time, counterattack instantly.
The two of you just came to me and played hundreds of rounds. There was no flaw in both sides, but both of them were also excited to play, because many times in the summer, they found opportunities and sticks. The cold night of the king is hard, not like the swordsman white, looking for opportunities in a way of concession.
Although he is very conservative in doing so, he does not do it when he does it.
The cold night of the stick king is such a violent existence.
Hey!
Just as the summer went down, the cold night of the stick was once again blocking his attack.
Purple ball!
A purple ball appears above the tip of the sword.
The purple ball was directly on the face of the cold night of the stick.
"What?" The king of the stick was also shocked.
at the same time.
The cold night of the stick king also hurriedly released the weapons in his hands, one hand protected the door, and the body continued to retreat.
Wan Jian Qi Fei!
The summer body is again behind him.
puff! puff!
Numerous swords rushed into his body and passed directly through his body.
But at the same time, the weapon of the king's cold night is also from the back to the summer.
Just as the weapon fell, summer also began to decline rapidly, and his weapon was also directed to himself because he did not have the summer goal.
puff!
With a wave of his left hand, he grabbed the weapon directly and did not hit himself.
"Sure enough, very flexible." The summer's face was full of excitement.
The stick king looked at his wound in the cold night: "The damage is not enough, but it is already terrible."
The summer's swords fly together, causing him no small harm.
at this moment.
The weapon in his hand moved ten times again in an instant. The weapon looked terrible, and he had already slammed it down from the top, and slammed his head toward the summer.
Triple the power.
(End of this chapter)
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