Chapter 263: Sad Sword (Part 1)

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The eyes turned red and the hair on the cheeks suddenly burst.
Just a moment, the strength of folding the sleeves was several times greater, and the strength of the body was unimaginable. The witch’s hands, the blood of his shoulders was blurred, but there was no way to break his bones. The most important thing is that the insidious sword pierced his waist and there was no way to move on.
The sword swooped out and fell towards the neck of the folded sleeve. With the breath attached to the sword, even if the folded sleeve had been completely transformed, there was no way to resist.
Seven rooms of Yu Guang saw this scene and was shocked, but his sword was entangled with the woman at this time and could not be saved at all. He held the sword sheath in his left hand and ran across the folded sleeves. , I used the sharp sword technique of Lishan and wanted to stop the sword.
However, the sword moved like a spirit snake, as if familiar with Qijian's swordsmanship to the extreme, and slanting away in the gap, it was easy to break through Qijian's sword! The second thorn of the sword was not going toward the sleeve, the goal was originally seven!
On the beach again, a loud puff sounded!
The seven abdomen stabbed the insidious yet extremely powerful sword directly, blood raging!
In an instant, the sword flashed away from the seven abdomen lightning, leaning forward again, stabbing Chen Changsheng!
The man's first sword was seriously wounded, and the second sword seriously wounded seven, between quietly and silently, and caught off guard, with extremely painful consequences. Can Chen Changsheng avoid it?
Folding the sleeves and hitting the sword in seven successively, Chen Changsheng finally reacted, and at the same time he yelled at the foot, evading the sword from the side and back.
However, at this time, the attack of the couple of magic generals also arrived.
Teng Xiaoming was expressionless, picked up two burdens, and threw at Chen Changsheng.
At this time, Chen Changsheng was forced to the front by the sinister sword, and had no spare time to avoid it again.
The two burdens, like two hills, hit the top of his head.
Chen Changsheng's Zhenyuan emerged from his illness, daggers out of the sheath, and used a clever flower to bloom two branches. In the seemingly impossible situation, he accurately stabbed the two burdens one after another.
Only the sound of hissing sounded continuously, and the two burdens shattered into two clouds of smoke.
The pole in Teng Xiaoming's hands fell on the top of his head!
If the previous two burdens were like two hills, then the twenty-four magician's poles were like real mountains, with extremely majestic shadows, directly covering Chen Changsheng's body.
A loud noise!
A huge pit appeared on the beach on the shore of the lake!
Smoke and dust flew violently everywhere, the woods not far away, accompanied by the sound of Kara, kept falling down, and for a moment, several acres of woods were knocked to the ground!
The demon beauty screamed loudly, taking advantage of the opportunity of heavy damage to the waist of the folded sleeve, the magic skill was stretched out, and the fingers were covered with bizarre green awns, which kept attacking the folded sleeve.
The handsome and dignified woman didn't have any tenderness at all, her sleeves fluttered in the strong wind, vaguely, as if there were countless feathers and countless vigor, striking the seven doors.
Folding his sleeves, his eyes were blood red, and he looked abnormally grim. His hands flashed several gray shadows in the air, extremely powerfully blocking the strong attack of the demon beauty. However, the seven lower abdomen were penetrated by the sword, and the wound was too heavy. There was no more effort to fight, and the woman was knocked down to the ground with a pale face and a stupefied expression.
So far, the three human teenagers have been forced into desperation.
Liu Xiaowan, who has not shot, finally shot.
Carrying the big iron pan in her hand, she came to the three human teenagers with a horrible sound of breaking the air. When her wrists were turned, the big iron pan went over their heads.
The iron pan was really big, so big that it could cover the sky above her head, like a cloud. If you let this big iron pan fall, Chen Changsheng and the three of them would have no chance.
At this moment, in the deep pit on the lakeshore and the ground, in the smoke-filled space, a ray of light suddenly burst into light! Then, the sound of footsteps like a drum of war!
The lake breeze broke, and bleak!
Holding a short sword, Chen Changsheng jumped out of the pit and stopped in front of the folded sleeves and Qijian, a sword stabbed in the past!
He stabbed at the iron pot that covered the sky!
With a loud noise, a hole was opened in the middle of the iron pan! Immediately afterwards, a sour metal friction sounded, and the short sword held by Chen Changsheng pierced the iron pan, and then moved on!
The iron pan was covered like a black cloud, and now there was more light. Chen Changsheng's sword moved forward in that light, and at the same time brought more light, as if in the dark rain cloud, a sky of light hung down!
Wipe it!
That's the pace of swords!
Wipe it!
That's the claws with folded sleeves!
With a snort, Liu Xiaowan's face was pale, and he swept back, and there was a more blood on his neck.
The demon beauty snorted, and then fell, and there were several blood marks on his chest.
Seven rooms were finally unable to support, clutching their abdomen, kneeling on the ground, fingers full of blood.
But at least, he is still alive.
Chen Changsheng and Folded Sleeve are still alive.
The battle is divided.
The lakeside became quiet again.
Liu Xiaowan lightly touched the blood on the neck and looked at Chen Changsheng's eyes, which became more dignified and still as gentle as before, but he no longer felt any kindness.
She couldn't think of it. The short sword in Chen Changsheng's hand was so sharp that he could easily pierce his magic weapon. What material is this sword made of?
Chen Changsheng turned his head to look at the folded sleeves. He was seriously injured and could only hope that the folded sleeves would have the power to fight again.
The folded upper body is full of blood, but it can still stand. The gray hair on the cheeks has not been fully retracted. It is breathing constantly. It looks extremely hard, and his eyes are cold and abnormal.
Looking at the folded sleeves, Chen Changsheng's heart also froze.
Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming looked at each other and saw the different colors in each other's eyes.
These three human youths can actually survive this round of actual attack, which is beyond their imagination. Know that before entering Zhouyuan, even they did not know the existence of the sword.
"If you are willing to listen to me before I leave, the wolf cub is already dead!" The demon beauty was seriously injured again by the folded sleeve's finger, and the woman beside him looked angrily.
The woman looked at Chen Changsheng and was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "It's just that the two of us really can't win these two teenagers."
Chen Changsheng ignored what they were talking about.
Folded sleeves no longer care who is Nanke.
The same is true of the seven rooms.
Because the thing they care more about is that sword, that sinister sword.
They looked at Liang Xiaoxiao with different expressions.
Qijian's face was pale and shocked, and she was so sad that she was a little lost. She looked at Liang Xiaoxiao and asked, "Why?"
Liang Xiaoxiao's face was even paler than Qijian. But there was no expression on his face, nor did he speak, even though the sword in his hand was dripping with the blood of his companion.
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