Blade and Sword God Sovereign

For the warrior, if you can't kill an inscription before the inscription is ready, then how far can you escape?

Now, the bronze face mask people seem to be fooled, trapped in the inscriptions, seemingly fierce, and some people who originally preferred [Blood Dragon Village], even could not help but cheer.

......

Li Yunqi, standing behind Li Ying, could not help but reveal a hint of anxiety.

This bronze face mask person is very likely to be Ding brother, what should I do? Help not help? If you shoot, you can't resist the sword of Feng Yu, who is surrounded by Han Yu. If you don't shoot, Ding brother can...

No matter, for Ding brother!

Li Yunqi pressed the hilt and operated Xuan Gong. He was about to shoot. At this time, he was noticed by the old father Li Ying. He directly pulled it and shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not safe.

Li Yunqi was in a hurry and earned a break without breaking.

At this time, the battle in the field, there has been an unexpected turn.

......

"Glyphs!"

A cold-blooded, trapped in the "inscriptions, bloodthirsty vines and smashing" array of bronze face masks, the hands of a knife trembled, lightning-like six strokes on the ground, unbiased, just in the plane Above the inscription pattern that flashed the light.

Nourish!

Among the strange sounds of the sound, the horror green illusory vines, which were almost filled with the surrounding ten meters, instantly disappeared into the air, and even the slightest traces were left!

"What?" Han Yu’s face smirked and instantly solidified.

This is impossible!

Once the inscriptions are laid out, it is absolutely impossible to be destroyed. Only the third-order power can be forcibly destroyed. Once the inscriptions are excited, they are not like simple patterns that seem to be painted on the ground. They can be erased at will.

At this moment of blasphemy, the bronze face mask person has come to the front.

The hot blade is infinitely magnified in the pupil.

"[Inscription · Marsh Trap]!" Han Yu madly screamed, the fan in his hand, splitting in an instant, every black and white feather suddenly burst into a glaring brilliance, the surface of the strange inscription gloss flashing, volley emptiness At his side, as if it were a combination of shields, he would protect him.

This fan is also an inscription, a treasure of his body. It has a limited number of uses and has been refining for countless years. Today’s crisis is over and it has to be carried out.

A strange force field suddenly appeared next to Han Yu.

The air seemed to solidify suddenly, and even the flames ignited by the knives were frozen like ice, solidified in the trap of the force field.

Bronze Grimace Mask is a lightning-fast shadow. It suddenly seems to be a snail caught in a swamp. It slows down and can finally be captured by the line of sight.

"at this time!"

Standing in front of Han Yu, the "sword of the soul" Feng Xueyi, at this moment, finally made a move.

He did not see that he had the sword-drawing movement. The sword was swaying, and a silver bulge violently emerged from his palm. The glaring silver light almost made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.

Waiting for everyone to open their eyes again, they just saw the silver swordsmanship, and they swept through the throat of the bronze face mask.

Got it?

Bronze Grimace Mask Man was killed?

A sword!

So terrible swordsmanship!

When it comes out of the sheath, it is almost unstoppable.

Poorly, this bronze face mask person, the strength is not bad, but still buried in the old tyrannical [blood dragon village] two big villagers, the so-called [inflamed knife sentence], now it seems that it is more like a farce.

"Ha ha ha ha ... sentenced? Sentence your own death sentence, hahaha!" Han Yu madly laughed, a terrible enemy, and finally was killed, although many years have not shot, but with Dazhai The cooperation between the masters is still tacit and intimate.

[A sword and soul] Feng Xueyi's face also showed a smile.

This sudden appearance [a knife departure], the strength is indeed unpredictable, do not know what origin, even if you are alone, there is no grasp of the victory, but unfortunately everything is over, this is the lack of combat experience The end of the game!

But at this time -

"The sentence is over!"

A cold voice suddenly came from a distance.

The sound seemed to be a thunder, and it suddenly blew in everyone's ears, shaking their heads and creaking.

Looking down the sound, everyone was stunned, and I saw the bronze face masked man who was cut off by Feng’s blood-stained sword. The unscathed standing stood ten meters away, and the knives in his hands were still filled with red flames. Bronze grimace masks like laughing and crying, crying and crying are filled with indescribable surprises. A pair of scorpions seem to be burning fireballs, and blood is diffuse.

The sneer of Han Yu and Feng Xueyi, the time solidified on the face.

"How do you..." Han Yu’s eyes were full of incredible shocks. This guy clearly had already been pierced through his throat, and he was still alive, and... What did he say, the sentence? Is it...

The next moment, a red flame, like blood, emerged from the neck of Han Yu.

"Giggle...you...I...no..." The sinister [Ghosts] frantically struggled, his hands clasping his neck, as if he wanted to press the flame back, but this red flame frantically from the body It popped up and burned his skin bones into a gray ash.

A gust of wind blew, [Ghosters] at the speed visible to the naked eye, turned into fly ash disappeared in front of everyone.

The peak of the Dragon Peak, suddenly a deadly calm.

Everyone looked at the bronze face mask as if they were looking at a ghost ghost from hell.

[A sword and soul] Feng Xueyi's back is cold, he is most confident about his sword. However, the sword has already penetrated the mysterious man's throat, but why is he unscathed, and he does not know what it is? At that time, the ghost face man killed the [Ghoster] with a knives knife. Did he actually lose his hand?

"In the end... what happened?" Feng Xueyi asked hoarsely.

The red twilight of the bronze face mask is like a flame burning, and like blood flowing, it is fixed on the body of Feng Xueyi.

[Blood Dragon Village] The big debtor felt that there was a mountain on his body. The pressure surged. The bronze face mask masked all the expressions of this person. The volatility of the body was not so powerful. However, the mysterious combat skills made Feng Xueyi extremely wary.

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