Chapter 2287: Broken knife

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The battle ahead is still going on, the old man is very strong, but after all, it is no match for the joint battle of these miners.
The battlefield is slowly moving towards the distance. This is the opportunity for the old man to escape from the purple scorpion without any traces.
But if the purple sprint runs, the old man will be in danger.
The purple scorpion will not run, nor can he run. He can't be tired of the old man who can say that he is very good.
The cloth in his hand had been untied, revealing a black scabbard. He grabbed the scabbard in his left hand and stood up again, looking at the d mouth with a bit of cold eyes.
These miners are all holy kings, and can even be said to be holy kings with holy ranks. Their r body is very tough, and with the pickaxe, it is very difficult to hurt each other.
Every time the old man knocked them down, they were able to stand up again and rush to the old man.
The physical exertion of the old man is too large, the footsteps become less healthy, and the reaction speed drops. During this period, he was hit by the attack of Ulu and others, and began to show a complete downwind. It will soon be defeated and life-threatening.
The purple sable turned and took out the piece of sacred crystal from the bamboo raft and threw it outside the mouth of d. He stood next to the mouth of d and said to those who were fighting in the distance: "I want to go to the sacred crystal, come over take!"
While talking, Zi Yan walked outside the mouth of D, his left hand holding the scabbard behind him.
These people are fighting with the old man. This is for the sake of Shengwujing. At this moment, I saw this little guy who took the initiative to throw out the Sanwujing. In one eye, the light of greed flashed.
"Get out!"
Ulu saw Zi Yan walked to the front of Shengwujing, and a greedy eye showed a cold light. He abandoned the old man and screamed at the purple scream and rushed toward him.
In his hand, the pickaxe was tightly gripped, and the blue ribs on the arms were raised. When he came quickly to the purple sable, he lifted the pickaxe and screamed toward the purple sable.
Although the old man intentionally intercepted other people, there are still a few people who have passed through the old man's block and come to the purple sable. They are only a little slower than Ulu.
Looking at this powerful blow, the purple skull expression did not change, his right foot moved to the right, and the left hand and the scabbard behind him came to the front.
His body leaned to the right, and his right hand fell on the handle. He saw the pickaxe in the hand of Ulu, rubbing the corner of the purple sable.
"Hey!"
The left arm of the slightly swayed hair does not move, and the purple scorpion exerts its right hand and pulls the knife out of the sheath.
Here, the energy can't be used, and the purple enamel can't show the amazing knifeing that makes the world amazing. But he can still exert his strength, so the action of this knife is still very chic.
The knife was pulled out of the sheath, and the black light flashed on the broken knife. Without the knife, the power of the knife was completely negligible.
However, the purple scorpion is not a knife in the simple sense. In the process of pulling the knife, his right arm continues to exert force, and the black knives are broken and the slanting squats, such as the mighty trend, from Ulu The left abdomen extends all the way to the other's right shoulder.
He also wore a patched robes around him, and it was instantly disconnected under this knife. The defense that was strong enough to the shackles could not be broken, but it was a long hole in the moment.
This knife is the promotion version of the knife-drawing technique. It is similar to the essence of the sword-drawing technique that the purple scorpion comprehend at the beginning, but it is much stronger than the original one.
Because this is a nine-day knife, the record is extremely sharp, this knife belongs to the attack, there is no return.
The broken knife in his hand is no longer in the same moment as before, but is pointed at the sky and whirls.
Ulu’s blow was lost, his figure was lying in the ground, and he looked at the mouth that was cut openly, and his eyes were incredible.
The little guy he had never put in his eyes, he even took out a weapon, and it was so easy to break his defense.
You know, the old man, in these years, did not get weapons.
He had the opportunity to get a weapon, but he chose the stone house, because the weapon was useless, and here he did not fight.
But today, seeing this long wound on his body, his heart first appeared remorse.
But what made him regret even more was the black blood flowing out of the wound. His body shape could not help but sway, and there was a feeling of dizziness.
"you you……"
He looked at the purple, unbelievable expression, and now it was full of horror and deep horror.
The left hand scabbard, the right hand broken knife purple, did not pay attention to Ulu, but a sideways step, bypassing the other side of the body, the broken knife in the hand did not return to the sheath, but slashed toward the front.
In front of him, the second person appeared was Parry. After seeing the broken knife in the hands of Zi Yan, the other side was obviously shocked. At the same time, the forward attack became a block.
In this world, weapons are a very advanced thing, but they are much higher than the lowest level of the pickaxe.
"Hey!"
Broken knife, faint, seems to have a flash of black light, I saw the pickaxe in the hands of Parry, immediately split into two from the middle, while cutting the knife, slashing the other's eyebrows, falling from the face .
Parry's movements were fixed, and the purple face was expressionless. The body even had a broken knife with a squat, and at the same time, it turned a circle, broken the knife and his body, and made an arc.
Within this arc range, Della's attack was escaped by the purple scorpion, and the broken knife that followed came off the other's arm holding the pickaxe.
With a scream, Della held the broken arm in one hand, letting the blood spurt out, and the panic regressed.
This scene happened almost instantaneously. When other people reacted, Zi Yan marched three steps and left Ulu and Parry behind.
His eyes stared at Della indifferently, and the latter was frightened and regressed.
Other people who have reacted have stopped standing, staring at the cold purple eyes.
Not far from the front, the other people who fought against the old man also stopped and looked at it with shock. The little guys who didn’t even look at them in the first place lost three people in an instant.
The old man was also shocked. He knew that the purple day was carrying a thing wrapped in a cloth strip all day, but he didn't know what it was. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a broken knife that was baptized by the rules of this place, and the quality was extraordinary.
Indifferently swept these few people, Ziyan took the knife and turned, walked past Parry, and came behind Ulu.
At this moment, Ulu, with black light on his body, the toxins smeared on the blade, has begun to invade his heart. He took a porcelain bottle out of his arms and poured out the only one of them, and he sent it to his mouth.
As long as he takes the drug in time, his life will be saved. As for the wound on the body, it is not a fatal injury. With his powerful body, he can recover completely.
But before he could send the medicinal medicine to his mouth, he heard a cold voice coming from behind him. "This medicinal medicine is useless to you, don't waste it!"
Ulu is very poisonous and slow-moving. He does not know what happened behind him, but he also knows that this should be a very bad thing, even a matter that endangers his life.
He didn't know what was going on behind him, but behind him, others were really looking.
I saw the purple scorpion lifted the broken knife that had not been returned to the sheath, and did not hesitate to cut it toward his neck, just like cutting the melon to cut grass is easy and casual.
"puff!"
A soft bang, a human head flies, and blood spurts from the headless body.
The broken knife was returned to the sheath in an instant, and the purple scorpion stepped forward, taking away the broken knife that was about to be sprayed with blood y, and the body shape quickly removed.
There were two drops of blood y stained on his robes with a lot of patches, corroding two small d.
Among the mines d, there was a dead silence, only the sound of the blood spurting sounded.
Ulu has become a headless body, Parry stands there and does not move, the skin that can be seen on the body becomes dark. About after the three interest, his body fell to the rear.
The three men died.
In addition to the role of toxins, Parry's fatal wound is the knife mark from the eyebrow to the cheek.
The retreating Della was still alive, but he broke his arm and the toxins had begun to invade the body, and the skin on his body was faintly dark.
"Poison, his knife is poisonous!" he cried in horror, but his eyes were looking around, with the help of help.
A broken arm will not die, as long as it can solve the poison, there is no danger to life.
But at this moment, those who had previously fought side by side with him were subconsciously avoiding their eyes. Let's not say whether these people have antidote, even if there is, it is left to their own life, who will be willing to use it for others.
Zi Yan grabbed the scabbard and looked at Della indifferently. He had a detoxification Dan in his hand, but Della obviously did not have the courage to ask for it.
For the fighting power of the purple cicada, the old man is very shocked. Although he has not seen it before, but after watching the traces of the battlefield, he can also guess the action of the purple cicada and the change of pace.
I have to say that this is a kind of existence that is in place for the battle, and it is also very skillful to control the power.
Think of such a person as a newcomer to the place here~EbookFREE.me~ It is simply a dead end.
"Save me, the old man saves me, then I don't want to be holy, I will be all your things in the future, my life is also yours!" In the body of poison, after all, I don’t want to die, I see the old man. After that, just like grabbing the straw, he immediately said.
The old man stood in the same place, and there was mottled blood on the pickaxe in his hand. He looked coldly at the petitioning Della, without saying a word.
He is not a miner, but a holy king, decisive and decisive.
Although the days of miners in these years have already wiped out his arrogance, his nature has been thoroughly stimulated, and the coldness that belongs to his heart has also appeared.
Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.
Della fell in fear, and no one would help him until he died. Perhaps he did not give up, perhaps he did not dare.
The three people who first shot the purple scorpion died like this, but the others were still alive. With the cold eyes of the purple scorpion falling on these people, their hearts were trembled and frightened.