Chapter 200: Seal will worship 3
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Descent of the Phoenix
- Yi Shi Feng Liu
- 401 characters
- 2021-02-04 11:08:01
The three people in the ring immediately changed their faces, and the sword in their hands danced. Only the sudden contact of the weapons was heard throughout the ring.
The swords of the three swords almost did not enter the dance, but the footsteps stepped back and forth.
The invisible wind blade seems invisible, but the strong attack power is not inferior to the direct attack of any weapon, and it is even more difficult and fast.
It is hard to prevent.
In the eyes of the murderous, Shen Hao suddenly grabbed a few strings, reflexively toward one of them, a sharp pull, five fingers popped up at full speed.
Just listening to a sudden bang, the thin man who faced the violent attack on the top of the five-finger squad, a spurt out, and the broken sword in his hand broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
A few squats squatted back and forth, and several blood marks on the chest suddenly burst out, bloody, and instantly rushed.
The thin man's cheeks twitched a few times and fell backwards.
One move is just a trick in an instant.
Looking down on the moon, I didn’t look down on the thin man who was falling down. He turned back and forth, and he made a round of blasts. A series of wind blades flew away from the two discolored men.
At this level, a tens of ambush is even more of a distortion.
Strictly murderous, overlapping, densely covered in all directions.
The sword is bleak, and there is no ambush, it is between heaven and earth.
The fierce buzzing sounds through the sky and is extremely intense.
All the people around the crowd boiled up, their faces were red, their eyes were round, their fists clenched, and they almost couldn’t wait to rush into the field.
Blue sky and white clouds, passionate flying.
Five fingers and one stroke, shaking under the feet of the moon, suddenly turned around, has been set behind the two people, the strings in the hands of a hook, the trick is a bomb.
The tune is a high-spirited, almost to break through the sky.
Just in this high-spirited, the middle-aged man who had turned his back to Haoyue and had not had time to turn around, with one hand, fell to the front.
A blood mark on the back of the neck runs through and slowly penetrates the blood.
"Okay, okay..." The people around me saw this and almost broke through the sky.