Chapter 111: Difficult for 1 party, 8 party support

"Boy, don't hide, I don't have time to accompany your ink, hurry up and lead to death!"
Black face was pushing towards the wall, holding his short knife in his right hand, trying to provoke Russell with words, let him take the initiative to appear.
Suddenly, a touch of Senhan's heart came, and his black face stepped back subconsciously, his eyes locked on the corner in front of him, his breath held, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
What's going on, what's happening behind the wall, this breath ... is it an illusion?
Black-faced throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow, fearing that he would die on the spot without paying attention.
Just now, he suddenly noticed that an extremely powerful sword was rising behind the wall. The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and between the cymbals, there seemed to be an invisible sword qi straight into the sky.
No, not an illusion!
The dark face Yu Guang aimed at the top of his head, his eyelids twitched, and the cloud covering the moon was really cut. Straight cuts of broken clouds are like a pair of large hands measuring with a ruler and then cutting with a paper knife.
Yuehua is like water, and it seems like flowing silver, and it is tiled on the ground in front of the black face, making his heart cool with it.
"Someone ... pretend to be a ghost and come out quickly!"
The cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and his black face secretly warned himself. Behind the wall was a rooster with a pistol. At most, he would use a knife technique. This kind of momentum is impossible. The vision of the sky is just a scary trick.
That's right, that's it, it won't scare me!
Slap! Slap!
The faint sound of footsteps, as if thundering in the black-faced ears of God's alert, hurriedly looked intently.
The figure emerged from the shadows, and as the moonlight spread slowly, a white costume appeared from the bottom up. The man stood with his hands on his back, holding a straight knife in his right hand. Although he didn't really look, his black face had made a handsome figure for his brain.
"You ... who are you?"
"Ximen is blowing snow!"
He heard that his pupils shrank, and his heart shuddered. He subconsciously chose to believe, but after three seconds, his face suddenly changed.
Flickering and flickering, the colors flashed one by one, and the whole face rose into a liver color, and three words came out with a thick neck: "You fart!"
"Crazies are rude!"
Russell took a straight knife and walked from the shadows into the moon. Wrapped in silver, and wearing a white coat to circulate his mother-in-law, he felt extremely good.
Originally, he wanted to use Takao to give a black face a fatal blow. As a result, the system informed that it was unavailable, and that it was possible to switch to a fat man who escaped.
Russell sneered at this, not because he discriminated against fat people. When the goods used Fengshen's legs, the two pieces of fat on the chest flew up and down and crackled. What qualifications are there to make a dreamy jump?
Russell felt that he had been discriminated against, and when he was angry, he used the character card of Simon Blowing Snow, and by the way covered his skin.
A sword comes from the west, falling flowers and blowing snow!
A smile of the sword can make the fairy Buddha ghost move!
This has to cover the skin!
Looking at the white clothes on his body, Russell was inflating himself, but his face still did not show a smile. The flourishing beauty of the flourishing world couldn't smile lightly, and laughed hard.
"Fart! You're not Simon Blow Snow. How could the sword be bald ..."
"Noise!"
Russell groaned, his straight knife deflected, reflecting a touch of moonlight.
The black-faced voice stopped abruptly, blood on his neck was revealed, a human head rolled to the ground, and his body was still standing still.
"So strong, is this the sword ..."
Russell closed his eyes and realized that he was equipped with Ximen Blizzard behind the Forbidden Peak, and Kendo had entered a state without swords. Not to mention that he is holding a straight knife in his hand, even if there is nothing, it is a sword that no one can surpass.
Because Ximen Blowing Snow's sword has become one with people, as long as people are present, everything in the world is a sword!
"It's not too late, I have to find someone to deepen my understanding of the realm of the sword god." Russell looked up and looked forward. Simon's sword blowing snow would only kill people, and realized that his kendo can only use the blood to sacrifice the sword.
In the moonlight, Russell's figure suddenly faded, his body style was almost invisible, and the surroundings were calm and calm. Only the dark clouds of the sky were torn apart a little.
...
In front of the warehouse, the scene was baffled by a row of cloud bombs.
Most of the warehouse collapsed, the surrounding houses were also stricken with smoke, and there were moans from time to time.
The rebirths who were dying alive, breathed the thin air greedily, and they were secretly calculated by Fan Bo fortunately, fortunately, those who had the ability to wind, otherwise they would end tonight.
Fan Bo, who made the explosion, collapsed stiffly on the ground at the moment, his whole body was frozen by liquid nitrogen, and he became a popsicle completely.
"You is very capable, why can't you now?" A furious reincarnation lifted his foot on Fan Bo's waist and kicked the ice cube in half.
"Well, don't waste your energy. He's dead." Among the reincarnation men, the thin man covered his left eye, and he was afraid.
"Captain, he is a liquid metal robot, and the temperature will recover again later ..."
"It's useless. He has been reading twice a month in one day. His mental strength has collapsed and he is completely dead." The thin man is the owner of the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye and the captain of one of the teams.
The captain of the other team, that is, the wind-powered person, has assembled members at this moment.
The two groups of people were clear-cut and alert to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified. The reason is very simple. The two sides have been at odds with each other, and it is not easy to maintain the verbal cooperation agreement until now.
The skinny man taunted coldly, "Fenglong, what is this, and the enemy's sins will be turned before they are cleaned up?"
The person with the ability of the wind named Fenglong licked the corner of his mouth: "You care about the rest, I have sent someone to clean it up, and the time is almost the same."
The weight-loss man sank when he heard the words: "Fenglong, we said before, whoever contributes more will take more heads. You are not moral!"
"I'm out of helplessness, who makes you famous?"
"Hum, each other!" The skinny man highlighted the three hooks in his pupils, glanced around in a circle where no one dared to look at him, and said arrogantly, "Fenglong, will we start a decisive battle now?"
"Less pretentious, use the kaleidoscope twice a day, I don't believe you dare to open your eyes again!"
Fenglong's voice dropped, and the thin man's face became more gloomy: "You can give it a try, my real hole card hasn't appeared yet!"
"Who isn't!"
The two captains confronted each other verbally, and the team members were in a state of tension.
At this moment, the dark clouds of the sky suddenly spread out, and everyone looked confused, and saw that the clouds were tidy and seemed to be cut by sharp blades.
"who?"
Fenglong and the thin man reacted first, yelling at the ruins of the warehouse.
Suddenly, a sudden figure appeared on the ruins, straight in white, cold and aggressive, and the sword was soaring.
"The sword, the ancient holy product, is also supreme and noble.
"The sword is the prince of the hundred soldiers and the ancestor of the short soldiers!"
"The emperor of the dynasty, the scribes, the merchants, and the merchants, all of them are proud of it. But ..."
"Sword, murder weapon too!"
Russell stood with his sword. Seeing the stunned crowd below, he once again praised Simon's character who was blowing snow. It was indeed a magic sword.
Fenglong covered his face with black lines, and pointed at Russell and cursed, "Neuropathy! Who are you?"
Russell erected a straight knife, clasped his blade lightly, and said coldly, "Sword God, Simon blows snow!"
"puff!"
One of the reincarnation did not hold back and sprayed out directly, and the rest could not help but laugh and couldn't help laughing.
"Uncle ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Before you say that you are a sword god, please look into the mirror first!"
"That is, don't pretend to be heroes in the Mediterranean."
"MD, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to laugh!"
Russell was a little dumbfounded listening to the crowd's various groans, and the breeze blew past him, sweeping his scalp into a cold, and looking straight at the knife subconsciously.
This is not good for the whole person.
A mirror-like sword body appeared like a swordsman in white. It wasn't the key to a vicissitudes of life in middle age. The key was that Simon Blizzard in the mirror combed a hairstyle that was difficult to support.
Long hair is not fake, but it is only black on all sides and straight, and what is the baldness in the middle?
Even if bald, comb the long hair on both sides to the middle, the wind blows, flying all over the sky, extremely hot eyes ...
Russell: "..."
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