Chapter 908: Between life and death

Aoba flew suddenly, turned into an arrow, and shot at the few Tsing Yi Taoists.
The people in Tsing Yi Road felt the power contained in the Wu arrows, their expressions were suddenly stern, they did not dare to neglect, and the dark sword light covered their predecessors.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Chang came to life. He stepped on his feet and learned to walk. He turned from a fight to a cowhouse, like a cigarette of light, stabbing the back of the white tiger general.
The white tiger will not be able to turn around, his expression is slightly picked, the iron gun breaks through the wind!
He was a little surprised that Xu Yourong would suddenly shoot, but Chen Changsheng had already prepared for the sword.
Countless stars glowed through the gaps in his armor, extremely bright, condensed into a smooth surface, the surface was extremely smooth, the shape was extremely perfect, and there were no holes.
Chen Changsheng's sword was like lightning, avoiding the block of the iron gun, and stabbed in the past, but failed to pierce this smooth surface.
This is the first time he has encountered such a situation since he followed Su Lixuejian on the wasteland.
Before this, no matter whether it was Xue He or general strong like Xiaode, his Huijian could penetrate the opponent's defense.
Does this person actually have the perfect star field!
Numerous sword marks and light and heat sputtered between the two.
Through these lights, Chen Changsheng saw the white tiger god's indifferent face.
When Su Li evaluated the contemporary monks in the wilderness, he once said that these guys now have no truly perfect star field.
Today's performance of the White Tiger God seems to overturn this conclusion.
Chen Changsheng can feel that this person's realm is indeed strong, and he is even infinitely close to Xue Xingchuan at the beginning!
Whether he uses Huijian or Sword, it is difficult to break through this person's defense, at least for a short time.
The White Tiger God made himself clearer of course. He looked at Chen Changsheng through the light, with a slight disdain in his eyes.
Suddenly, a painful meaning appeared in his eyes, dispelling those disdain, and then turned into infinite shock.
He is called the perfect star field, and was even torn open a crack!
How is this going?
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Before the sword of Chen Changsheng and the iron gun of the white tiger general met, someone came out of the ranks of the imperial mission.
Regardless of clothing or appearance, that person was so ordinary and so inconspicuous that he did not attract any attention at first.
The man's footsteps seemed slow, but he quickly came to the middle of the cliff of hundreds of feet away.
The man's footsteps were so light that there was no sound, no sound of wind, and it seemed to have no breath or taste.
Even the white tiger general who gathered in the pinnacle of the stars did not notice that he came behind him.
The man was like a real ghost, standing quietly behind the white tiger general, staring indifferently behind the white tiger general's neck.
At last someone noticed this strange picture and gave birth to infinite chill.
Someone in the imperial mission responded and wanted to warn, but it was too late.
The man raised his hands and fell towards the neck of the white tiger general.
A few fierce, very cold-skinned traces only appeared with naked eyes, and appeared in front of his hands, looking like two wolf claws.
This is the calmest sneak attack and the most intelligent means of combat. Even if your star domain is perfect, I will break it in the meantime.
The sharp wolf claws fell, tearing the white tiger god's perfect and smooth surface composed of Xinghui into a gap.
That gap is very small, and if you don't look closely, you can't even find it.
The lethality of the two wolf claws seems to be difficult to harm the white tiger general.
But in the eyes of the big and real people in the field, these two wolf claws are the most dangerous existence.
They vaguely saw a ferocious wild wolf look quietly came behind a prey, and looked down at the neck of the prey indifferently.
It was not until the sharp spikes pierced the blood vessels of the prey, or even the head of the prey was directly bitten down, that the prey knew what had happened.
So dangerous and good at concealing sneak attacks, who else can that person be naturally folded sleeves!
Xiang Wang's eyes were suddenly cold, and there was flame burning in the depths, which turned into a big day, as if electro-optical sputtering.
The cold wind rose under his feet, and roared at a high speed outside his bloated waist, as if to become a new belt.
He sensed that the White Tiger God might be in trouble and decided to rescue him.
But Wang Po's eyes fell on him, and the empty sleeves were taken up by the wind, looking like the lines tied under the paper warbler about to fall.
Another kind of red also looked at Xiang Wang, the broken line hanging on the tail finger floated gently, and the bright red petals danced uncomfortably behind him.
Xiang Wang's eyes narrowed, his hands holding the belt, I don't know if he would shoot next.
The confrontation between the three powerful sacred realms lasted only a short moment.
Because after a short moment, the game has already divided the victory and defeat, and decided the life and death.
Chen Changsheng's sword seemed to be the shadow of a white crane flying from high altitude on the cold lake between the peaks, passing an iron gun like a mountain road and flying towards the front.
The folded hands are like the flower branches buried by the cold light of the moon of the northern demon clan. They never stunned the iron gun like a bird and fell behind the neck of the other party.
The White Tiger God will know that someone is here, breaking his perfect star field, but not knowing where that person is.
He didn't have any energy to control where that person was at this time.
Because Chen Changsheng's sword has arrived.
The dagger, as bright and clean as washed in autumn water, is combined with the Tibetan sword scabbard to make the killing intention clearer and sharper.
The gap that the white tiger ripped through the star field is small, but as long as he has a mouth, he can be pierced by infinite sharpness.
The non-scaling sword passed through the gap and came to the body of the white tiger general, bringing up a blood.
The white tiger will give a sigh, the true element is in luck, and Xinghui is like a blooming flower, rushing towards the world.
At the next moment, those bright stars suddenly become dim, because there is a brighter sword light, which appears between the sky and the earth.
Countless sword lights rushed out of Chen Changsheng's hands, like countless fish going up against the current, like a firework in a Kyoto night.
This picture is extremely beautiful and very spectacular.
Countless sounds of sword roaring one after another, chanting endlessly, brought countless sharp swords, cutting everything in the middle of Yaping.
Both the hard ground and the armor were cut into pieces, and the gap in the perfect star field gradually expanded in the dazzling sword light.
There was a silence at the top of the peak, and only the sound of swords and wind breaking could be heard.
Many people know that the Pope’s most famous Qian Qian Qi Qi Fa, but witnessing this picture still shocked them beyond words.
These sword lights are the famous swords in Zhouyuan's sword pool? This swordsmanship is the strongest means of His Majesty the Pope?
At least hundreds of famous swords, like the river of water, will be cut towards the white tiger god.
Even if the realm of the White Tiger God will be powerful, and the essence will be perfectly cleaned, and the true element is extremely powerful, how can it bear?
In just an instant, dozens of sword wounds appeared on his majestic body, and blood spattered like a rainstorm.
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