Chapter 757: Life and death fight!

Chapter 757: Life and Death Fight!
On the ring, Anthony took the lead.
A long yellow curly hair, spread like a lion on his shoulders, with a blue short blade in his hand.
Purple gas.
Ye Lingchen murmured in his mouth, and a deep thought and dignity appeared in the eyes.
This color of qi is special, and I don't know what attributes it symbolizes.
Looking at the blue short blade in his hand, Ye Lingchen was slightly surprised. The length of the short blade was shorter than that of a normal dagger, and it seemed unsuitable as a weapon.
"Britain and the beautiful country, they are called the awakeners, born with elemental affinity, claiming to have the ability to control the elements, you look carefully." Sun Hongtao solemnly said.
Later, Sartre also entered the ring.
He was clothed in a robe half, and the other half was bare, with his bare feet, his left hand standing in front of him, and his right hand holding a black-gold iron rod, which was particularly thick and nearly two meters long!
One side is a short blade, and the other is a two-meter-long iron rod. The gap between weapons is very large.
On the stage.
The two sides stood still, and looked at each other with meticulous care.
"Tianzhu Kingdom, Sartre!"
"Britain, Anthony!"
Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused on the field.
"Start!"
There is no unnecessary nonsense, after the two salute, the referee directly announced the start!
As soon as the words fell, the two moved at the same time!
The muscles of Sartre's right hand instantly swelled, and the iron rod swept out, leaving a deep mark in the air, and the wind blew.
Anthony did not pick it up with a short blade, but sank slightly, his legs bent, and he slipped under the iron rod.
His body was swimming almost against the ground, and ... extremely fast!
Only moments later, it was posted to Sartre's side.
Short-bladed vs. long-stick, close is the best choice.
When he was close to Sartre, the short blade in Anthony's hand came out of the hole like a snake, straight out!
"Carved worm tricks!"
Sartre gave a cold drink, and the long stick that he threw swung from the air, and dropped from the air to Anthony!
At the same time, his body jumped up and avoided the short edge very flexibly.
Hanging upside down, the iron rod crossed the arc from the air, like a monkey fishing for the moon and hitting Anthony on the ground.
Anthony didn't dodge either. The short blade in his hand moved forward, hitting the iron bar instantly, and at the same time, he slid out of the distance against the ground.
It was just that he didn't slide out long before, and the whole man took advantage of the situation, his body was like a big bird with open wings, and he came up in the air silently, like gliding in the air.
At this time, Sartre floated in the air, it was the vacuum period of power, felt the movement behind him, and the long stick swept away.
However, Anthony's body seemed to be without weight, moving with the wind, and appearing on the other side like a ghost.
"So weird speed."
Countless people feel amazing.
Anthony's speed can't be said to be very fast, but it feels very fast because he can make you too late to deal with it, and it feels that he will be in whatever position he thinks of.
Sartre didn't seem to know what was happening. When he lost it, his body had lost his support and fell a little at an angle.
At this moment, Anthony's short edge suddenly stabbed, much faster than the first shot, with the thunder.
Almost at the same time, Sartre read a phrase of Buddha, and his left hand also slaps out. The palm of his hand is generous, as if a large seal is pressed against Anthony.
It turned out that he was not without defense.
"Zizi!"
The dazzling light suddenly burst into the eyes of everyone, making people feel aching, and in the ears, there was a shrill sound, like countless birds crying, making the scalp numb.
"This ... this is ..."
Ye Lingchen's pupils shrank slightly. At this moment, his eyes were illuminated by the light into blue, "Thunder ?!"
"puff!"
The short blade in Anthony's hand had now become a thunderbolt with a length of 1.5 meters!
The long sword is composed entirely of thunder, and the electro-optical light beats, not only piercing Sartre's palm, but also piercing his waist!
"Crack!"
Sartre's body was like fried beans, making crackling sounds, and black marks appeared on the wounds.
"It turned out that the short blade was just a medium, and the boy was hiding too deeply."
Ye Lingchen and others stood up and looked at Anthony in amazement. The Awakener, this is the Awakener!
"The great monk of the Tianzhu Kingdom also hid deeply. He has always been guarding, and the last palm was also deliberate and unconscious, but Anthony was superior." Lin Xi analyzed.
"Both were originally thinking about hiding, and then they won or lost in one hit."
Ye Lingchen's eyes narrowed slightly. The sword appeared too fast. It really was like lightning splitting. It instantly pierced Sartre, and was very overbearing, directly cutting Sartre's attack.
"In the Kingdom of England, a thunderbolt awakener actually appeared, which is also incomparable among the awakeners." Wu Tianbao explained in a timely manner. "
However, only half of what he said, he stopped because Sartre not only failed to admit defeat, but also began to fight back!
Sartre's body has the flow of Buddha light, which directly suppresses the thunder of the whole body. The punctured hands continue to burst out of the Buddha's seal, and the golden big seal is bombarded towards Anthony. At the same time, the other hand is shaking the iron rod, and again Sweeping towards Anthony.
Under the thunder and lightning, he did not mean to shrink back, and did not back away from the retracted hand, but continued to attack against the hand pierced by the lightning.
The iron rod also wrapped a layer of Buddha light, glorious, and swept away from the sky, making Anthony's face slightly changed.
At present, Sartre is not thinking about hiding his clumsiness, and is directly exerting his full strength.
In Anthony's eyes, there seemed to be a flash of lightning. The thunderbolt of the Thunder Sword suddenly became even stronger. The lightning throbbed wildly and burst on Sartre's palm.
Sartre's hand was already fleshy, flesh flew, and half of his palms were already as charred.
However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, and his face was not sad or joyful, and the long stick swept away toward Anthony, trying to make it into a flesh with a stick.
On the side of the king-level martial artist, his eyes were frozen and he was ready to go!
These two are fighting for life and death!
Anthony's speed is fast and he has the advantage, but Sartre fought hard and had no fear. The situation suddenly changed, and it was better than who could not bear it first!
Anthony was pale, but not afraid.
Just when everyone thought he would evade, he jumped thunder and lightning in both hands, and shot at the short blade!
"Zizi!"
The side of the short blade actually exploded a thunder sword!
This short-edged blade is just a mask, but in fact, the Thunder Sword can be stretched out on all sides!
(End of this chapter)