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There is a huge gully behind the mud and sand splashing!
Too strong!
The ferocity is suffocating.
A guard in the summer is a little slow to respond, and the palm of a middle-aged monk has just been raised with a long knife in his back.
Poof!
The man’s head was slapped into his chest and his neck was broken and he died on the spot!
Another summer guard, Long Dao, came to this man without looking, clenched into a fist and hit the blade with a fist of flesh and blood!
"die!"
The summer guard eyes dew ferocious growl.
Click!
Unexpectedly, the blade cut into the flesh and blood alto.
And there was no lotus flower flash as expected.
Everyone can see clearly that this long knife with thick back for forging spirit with red gold spar handle was actually broken by middle-aged monks with their bare hands!
Poof!
Several pieces of debris flew upside down and directly shot the body of the summer guard into a sieve, bleeding profusely.
The man stared at his eyes and fell flat
"Where is the demon monk!"
Next to a heavenly sword, Zongjian repaired and operated, and the sword in Lingli’s hand trembled and contended. generate gave five flashes, sharp and biting!
This is a perfect magic weapon!
Hey!
The man shook his sword in his hand.
In a flash and a half, there were more than thirteen swords!
Sword shadows are hard to distinguish between true and false!
The middle-aged monk’s eyes flashed and he leaned out of his palm and found the sword himself instantly!
More than that, the five fingers of the middle-aged monk are like molten steel pouring, which looks vigorous and powerful, cleverly avoiding the edge of the sword and directly holding down the ridge of the sword!
All the shadows of the sword dissipate
Sword flower withering
"Huh?"
The Jian Xiu’s look changed and he wanted to twitch his sword.
Unexpectedly, this perfect spirit-level sword was held down by the middle-aged monk’s five fingers, but it seemed that Wuzhishan could not move!
"Not good!"
The man smelled a smell of danger and called it bad. It was too late when he was about to withdraw his hand and retreat.
See the middle-aged monk sliding his fingers and holding down the sword and pushing it forward gently.
The whole movement is like flowing water.
Jianfeng directly wiped the man’s throat.
Understatement is enough to kill this person!
Hey!
Blood and fog spewed!
The Jian Xiu tried to hold down the wound in his throat, but he couldn’t stop bleeding. His eyes quickly dimmed.
It’s three real people falling down again!
The whole process is slow, but it is a moment.
Without a moment’s pause, the middle-aged monks have left five then real people behind and come to the front of Jun Jun.
Si Junyu was a little panicked.
Where has he seen such a means? His hand guards the heavenly sword. The middle-aged monk’s hands are like paper, but he can’t walk a trick.
This middle-aged monk is ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for killing!
"Give me kill him!"
Shout at me with a roar.
In front of him, there are five guards in the summer, five heavenly swords and swordsmanship.
It seems that it takes ten then real people to entangle this middle-aged monk, and two Yuan Ying Zhenjun will kill Ze Zhenjun in the second half of the year. This person will die when he returns!
"kill!"
Five summer guards roared at the same time!
Boom
One of them, Tian Jian Zong Jian Xiu’s eyes were bright, and generate gave a horrible breath, offering a vision of then directly without temptation!
Chapter five hundred and ninety Terrorist capabilities
"Seven swords cut the sky!"
This man drinks and drinks, but the firm but gentle clangs and sounds, and then the spirit force roars wildly.
Seven huge swords with sharp edges emerged behind them, almost tearing the sky to pieces!
Seven swords cut off the sky
Ranked seventieth in the vision list.