Chapter 239: Broken white

The heart of the sword is holding a powerful force. A few people can see the chills in the distance, let alone the retreat of the retreat under this offensive.
Fang Cai, Huacheng one person has nothing to do with whiteness and has a good time. After Junwu comes out, he has to be two people to tie him. The main advantage of Tonglushan's mana has finally become more and more obvious. Thanks to the faint feeling that a pressure is suppressing this side.
Moreover, Jun Wu also has a layer of white armor, which is a millennium magic weapon that he personally refines, and the defense is almost impeccable. He only needs to protect his head. Huacheng has a very good knife and a strange knife. He also sees the needles in the eyes. The two men almost have the front of the throat, heart, vest, abdomen, shoulders, etc., but the opponent is still moving!
Mourning shouted: "Don't bother! Useless! That white armor is impossible to pierce!"
Thanks to pity: "Take his right rib below!"
The scimitar came out again, and what he said was really useless. Mourning shouted: "It's useless to say it! It's better to find a way to open the distance first. Let's join him and fight him! Fengxin! What about your arrow?"
Fengxin is climbing a rock, going to catch the fetal spirit that spies on him and slobber, and said: "Good! Come!"
Thanks for the pity: "Continue not to stop! Attack his right rib below!"
Wind channel: "His Royal Highness!! His set of armor is very powerful, and cutting a few hundred knives may not be able to break through!"
Thanks to pity: "Nothing to listen to me! I don't need so much!"
Huacheng does not ask why, the scimitar combo. Suddenly, there was a crack in the place where the blade passed.
Blood is coming out. The blade of the embarrassment broke into the abdomen below the right rib of Junwu!
Huacheng was in front of Junwu, holding a knife in one hand, and staring at him coldly. Xie Li is standing on the side of Jun Wu. If the evil is on the plane, he will bind the hands of Jun Wu, so that he can not block.
There is a feeling of sorrow over there: "How come?"
How could the white armor of the millennium be so easily broken by the flower city? ? ?
Xie pity tightened Ruoqiang, staring at Junwu, said: "...forgot it? I played with you more than 800 years ago."
The wind and the feelings reacted: "The second flight?"
At that time, Xie Li proposed to Jun Wu, please let him go down, and he would like to test with him.
Although the two sides agreed not to show their mercy, but I still want to come to Junwu.
However, thank you for all your efforts.
He has produced more than 3,000 swords. Among them, there are more than 400 swords in the thorns of Junwu. And in these four hundred swords, there are more than one hundred swords that stabbed this place.
Xie pity persistently stabbed Jun Wu's more than three thousand swords, and finally broke through the almost impeccable defense of the millennium white armor, and a sword broke into the abdomen under his right rib.
It is at this moment, the knife of Huacheng, the place of corruption!
Therefore, eight hundred years ago, thankfulness left an old scar on this white armor. Just three knives, Huacheng can break through!
Moreover, the knife of Huacheng is even more fierce than the imagination. The scimitar is abruptly hit!
He just took a breath and listened to the teacher: "It’s useless! He..."
It is reasonable to say that if he is seriously injured, Junwu should be restricted in his actions, but he just looked down and looked the same. Xie Liangang was not aware of it, and Jun Wu’s hands were slightly moved.
Immediately, Xie Li heard a slight tear in the "嗤嗤", and at the same time, the hand was loose.
If evil... is broken!
The white cracked into two pieces, and suddenly fell to the ground without any anger. The next moment, thanking the pity, I felt that my neck was caught by people, and the whole person was dragged up!
He heard the flower city road: "His Royal Highness!" Just, the voice suddenly turned away. Junwu’s voice is close at hand. He said:
Xianle, do you think that my experience will be less than that of a sickle? Do you think I will care?

Guo Shi is far from the ground: "Even if you lick his hundred and eighty knives, it will not work! Because... he seems... he has not felt the pain at all..."
Thanks to the long sword, you can pass the heart and you can change your face. Junwu is the same.
Fengxin had already opened the bow and pointed it at Junwu. He heard the words and put it down. He said, "What?! Isn't that useless?"
Admire: "By the way, tell you the bad news I have observed. I suspect that he is faster than he is wounded."
"what?!"
And the thankfulness over there has been confirmed, this is indeed true.
His injury was so horrible that he would be cut off on the spot, but his wounds were no longer bleeding. Jun Wudao: "Don't be so surprised. If you are often scolded by the back of the people and don't let yourself recover immediately, wouldn't you die thousands of times? But you two are really pretty good."
He smiled and said: "For more than 800 years, I have only been hurt by a sword and a sword. They are you. Blood and rain, standing far, you will not want to see how Xianle was pinched off my neck."
"..."
Huacheng looked heavy and his eyes swelled in the eyes, but when he saw Junwu hanging on the top of the bridge, he threw his hand and thanked him for dropping the Baizhang Yanchi. He still took the knife, took his hand, and held it. The scimitar slowly retreated a few steps.
It seems quite calm, but his machete has exposed something. The embarrassment was a big anxiety, the eyes were mad, and the eyes were sharp. Huacheng retreated to the edge of Tongtianqiao, and Junwu said: "Yes."
He grabbed the pity and the two looked directly at each other. For a long while, Jun Wu suddenly shook the piti on a rock wall!
This collision is too embarrassing, thanking the whole head is squeaking, the nose and mouth are faintly smeared, and there are many people screaming in the distance, but he can't hear who is who, just listen To Jun Wu in his ear whispered: "Xianle, the head hit the wall, hurt?"
Thanks a little bit, I didn’t hear it, I didn’t answer. So, Jun Wu grabbed him and slammed it and asked, "Is it painful? Pain? Pain?"
Every time he asked, he shook his thanks to the wall and yelled at him, but he called: "Sanlang don't come over! Nothing, I'm fine! Don't come over!"
At least it is not the time. The time has not arrived!
When the first hit, Huacheng has already rushed over. Just after two steps, I heard that thankfulness made him not to go, and he was hard to stop.
But his face was completely paralyzed, and the blue veins on the back of his hand almost burst open, and the whole arm was shaking.
Junwu’s expression is not moving, but his hands are crazy. He usually grabs the pity and slams into the rock and asks him repeatedly:
Is it painful? Is it painful?

Guoshidao: "His Royal Highness!!!" I don't know who I am calling. Thanks for the hands on the rugged rock wall, gnashing his teeth: "...pain!!!"
Jun Wu smiled with satisfaction, let go of the poor head and put him on the ground.
Thanks for holding the still squeaky head and sitting on the ground, tears and blood are not controlled. Jun Wu was next to him, staring at his face for a while, suddenly raising his hand, touching his head, and then gently helping him wipe the blood on his face.
"..."
The move was gentle and loving, as if a father was comforting him with a child who had just been beaten up by his own body. This picture shows the wind and the feelings of grief: "He...he...he is he crazy?"
The hand bones of the Huacheng Knife creaked, and the pupils of the eyeballs contracted sharply, as if the blood was spreading.
Thanks for the silence, let him help himself. Jun Wu said to himself: "You silly boy, if you hurt, why don't you look back? Do you think that the wall crashed when you hit it? Why don't you change your direction?"
Thanks for your pity: "Do not look back."
Junwu is extremely rude, raising his hand is a palm, playing his "squeaky" slamming to the ground!
Xie Fu was dizzy and turned, and was raised by Jun Wu. He said with a patient patience that he lost: "You must make me angry, are you? Ask you once again, can't you change?"
Xie pity coughed twice and coughed up a blood, saying: "Do not change."
The gentle expression of Junwu finally showed a crack, and the twilight flashed.
Guo Shi’s face was blue and he saw the situation was wrong. He quickly shouted:
His Royal Highness! You never want to kill this child. You like him very much! You said, you forgot!

Jun Wu sneered and said: "If this is not the case, I will not spend all of my patience and tolerance on him for more than 800 years. He has long since become the foundation of Xianjing and has been stepped on by thousands of people. It is."
He turned to pity and suddenly angered: "But he is so ignorant, stubborn, self-willed, why don't you listen to me! You have to face me! You don't change it? Well, then you can try it. If your head hits the flower, will this wall fall down?"
The national teacher saw him and thanked him again. He said, "His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness! His Highness, he is not sensible. You will bypass him this time, forget it! He will someday know how to be sensible." ......"
Junwu looked at him and smiled colder: "Do you think I am really crazy? Don't want to lie to me. You really don't understand things in your heart, not him, but me?"
The national teacher stunned, and Jun Wu said: "You cultivate him and teach him. It is nothing more than expecting him to overcome me. This will prove that I am wrong, you are right, you are right. A perfect phantom of Prince Wu Yong sighs at the current Junwu. Isn't that your purpose? Do you think I don't know what you think?"
Guo Shidao: "No! Don't entangle in the right or wrong, I never thought about it!"
Jun Wu couldn’t listen to it anymore, and sighed:
I’m thinking! I’ll tell you, I’m thinking! No one can beat me! He’s even more impossible!
He laughed a few times and yelled at the rock. He slammed and said: "You can't change it? Can't change it? Can't change it?!"
Xie Pity is also crazy, grabbing his arm and shouting: "Do not change! Do not change! Do not change!!!"
Although he was hit by a star, it was extremely painful, but he was screaming at this tone, that is, he did not give him the answer he wanted, that is, he did not change, and he was so happy!
He has been riding for too long. It seems that for many years, he has been waiting for such an opportunity, while bursting his blood and crying and yelling: "I just don't change! The pain does not change, the death does not change, never change!!!"
Now, it is not that Junwu has forced him to go crazy, but he has maddened him!
Junwu's eyes are red, and he is about to give him another lesson. Suddenly, his movements are stagnation and he looks down. I saw a long knife on his shoulder, and the long arrows made by the eight branches were neatly tied behind him.
This is nothing, because the long knife and the arrow did not penetrate this layer of white armor. But his right hand is gone.
The hand that grabbed the pity, disappeared. The whole disappeared from the wrist and the incisions were neat. Xie pity is gone.
Looking back, the same thing flew toward him with a strong wind. He waved his left hand and grabbed the thing. He saw that it was his right hand.
Opposite the bridge, Huacheng was holding the blood of the praying, holding a machete and carrying his hand on his back, and holding the wound on his head in the other hand. Sensen said: "Take your dirty hand back."

Thanks to the death and not admit defeat, finally angered Jun Wu, let him leave a flaw!
Jun Wu grabbed his right hand and reconnected it back to his wrist. He moved twice and pulled out the arrow on his back. Suddenly think of something, look back, just to see the long knife, white complexion. A pair of feelings on his eyes, a slight surprise, but still hard to scalp, forcibly calm. In a short while, he could not calm down.
Junwu looked at his shoulder and whispered: "Sure enough, you are still worse than Xianle."
Hearing his words, his face changed slightly, but his long knife suddenly fell, and then his face changed greatly, pulling up his sleeves and looking at his wrist. I saw that the black curse on his wrist suddenly tightened, and the meridians around him seemed to be full of blood flowing from it.
Feng Xin saw a feeling of silence and stayed still, and said: "What are you doing, run!"
Guoshi: "I believe in this kid, how can he run on his leg?"
The wind was scared: "I am fucking!" I completely forgot about it!
In the past, most of his feelings have been turned over by his anger, but now, running is useless. Cursing in your hand, it’s useless to run anywhere!
The wind letter slammed and went up. Who knows that Jun Wu pulled the arrow off his back and threw it at him. Fengxin only felt a cold on his chest, looked down, and the eight arrows were all returned, and they were all in his chest!
Jun Wu slowly walked towards Huacheng and thanked. Huacheng did not look at him at all, holding thanks and said: "Brother? Brother?"
Xie Pity had just been smashed, and it took me a while to wake up, but also had a terrible headache. The eyes didn’t open and said: "...Sanlang? Are you okay?"
Huacheng looked at him for a while and suddenly forced him into his arms. He said softly: "I am completely okay. Why don't you look at yourself?"
Thanks for the pity in his arms, although he was held tightly, but he was not crushed to the wound, trying to open his eyes, and a mess of all around him came into view.
The admiration stood stiffly in the same place, clutching the wrist of the other hand with one hand, seemed to be competing with the blood-sucking curse, but according to his pale face, it could not last long.
Although the wind letter was not worn by the eight arrows, it was not hurt, and it fell on the bridge. The fetus is so ecstatic that he is screaming, jumping around him, stepping on the face of the wind letter with his hind legs, and the wind is furious, but it is impossible to move, otherwise the injury will definitely increase.
The entire Tongtian Bridge is collapsing for a while, and they may fall with them at any time!
Thanks for seeing the situation at the moment, I was surprised, I wanted to get up, and Huacheng helped him get up. The two looked at each other.
The figure of Jun Wu, who slowly walked toward them, was extraordinarily tall in the fire on all sides, casting a large shadow. Thanks for the effort to wipe away the blood from the eyes and the nose and mouth, staring at the figure.
Jun Wu is holding his heart. The heart of the sword condenses the unchanging aura. At this moment, he was calm and arrogant. The gentleman who slammed the praying madness on the rock seemed to be two people. "Xianle, you know very well, you will lose."
Jun Wu knows too much about it. It is clear to him how to fight, and the mana is completely crushing him. Moreover, even if you haven't played against it, thank you can feel that Junwu's warfare and mana are stronger. Tonglushan as his site, the suppression of this side is also more obvious.
Thank you for your pity, I am afraid that what he said is true. I can't win.
However, even if you can't win, you must fight!
Huacheng suddenly said: "No. Your Highness, won."
Give me a pity and look at him. Huacheng also stared at him and said: "Win. You are better than him."
His eyes lit up as if something was burning, and he said: "Trust me. He is wrong, you are right. You are better than him. You are much better than him!"
Jun Wu gave a low laugh, perhaps because Huacheng’s words were innocent and ridiculous, perhaps because he was overturned by the power of applause.
The power of faith of the millions of believers is in his hands!
Huacheng grabbed his shoulder and said, "What about that? Ten fools are all waste! And you only need one person."
Is one enough?
Xie pity still did not respond, Huacheng pulled him over.
Thank you for your pity.
The spiritual power broke out and rushed into it.
This time, it is more powerful than any mana exchange that has been tolerated by the past. Even the dead butterfly and the lava spirits seem to feel the horrible energy, exploding, exploding, and screaming around them.
Xie pity fingers almost twitched, his legs shivered and trembled almost unbearably difficult to support, his heart shouted to stop, no, but Huacheng hands firmly clasped his head, not let him leave, let him refuse .
I don't know how long it took, suddenly, thank you for a loose throat. At the same time, Huacheng finally let him go, Xie pity on the legs a soft, knees squatting, hands barely support the ground, this did not fall.
Jun Wu stopped and looked at it, his face was awe. And Fengxin lies in the distance, incredulously said: "The temple, Your Highness, your... yours?"
Thanks to the trembling hands and put on his throat.
Nothing.
Huacheng gave him too much mana. It’s really too much, completely beyond the scope of the curse.
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