My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

1616 re-released number nine

Liang Ru, as a new generation of Shangfang sword, is also the guardian of China. Her soul has been recognized by the sword souls, so she can get powerful power from the Shangfang sword!

Li Fan has also performed this kind of swordsmanship. By communicating with the soul of the sword and borrowing their power, he plays into a sword-like transformation! Let Shang Fangbao sword be integrated with oneself, and one person and sword can make the strength double or triple!

Before that, Liang Ru had reached the peak of her peak strength, but after her transformation, her strength smoothly climbed into the realm of a generation of masters. At the same time, those souls also infused Liang Ru with their rich combat experience. Liang Ru at this time is no longer the young rookie who has just gained strength, but a real combat master!

She controlled Feijian, and in front of Long Baili, stabbed directly into Long Baili's throat, a sword demanded!

Long Baili was startled, he quickly waved his hand knife, trying to split the flying sword. But he swept his hand and swept away! The palm of my own hand actually passed through the sword?

What the hell?

The next second, there was a sharp pain in the leg. Long Baili bowed his head and saw that Shangfang Sword just got into his calf just now!

"Damn!"

Long Baili didn't understand what happened, but Li Fan saw it probably.

Just a moment ago, Long Baili waved wildly, but at his level, it was impossible to play casually. This shows one thing. In Long Baili's eyes, the Shangfang sword he saw was directed at his upper body!

What does this mean? At the moment, Liang Ru deceived Long Baili with his mental strength, and created a fake Shangfang sword in Long Baili's mind, making him fooled!

This is a terrible trick. It's true, it's true, it's also a good martial art!

The stronger the dragon hundred miles, the richer the battle experience, the easier it is for him to be fooled! Because for Long Baili, when he saw the attack of the opponent, he almost counterattacked subconsciously! In this way, Liang Ru's fantasy sword, he was basically unable to avoid.

Sure enough, Liang Ru made the magic sword again. Long Baili took a photo with the palm of his hand, while Shang Fang's sword penetrated into his left arm from the side.

Two consecutive bayonet swords caused severe blood loss to Long Baili. He took a few steps backwards, poked at the acupoint, and stopped the bleeding. However, there was still too much blood loss, and a sense of dizziness had wrapped Long Baili's eyes, and everything he saw was a little black.

"Abominable ... Am I going to lose at this step ..."

Long Baili couldn't help being annoyed, he was still too big! The successor of Shang Fangbao Sword, it really can't be underestimated ... even if it is just a little girl, she still suffers so much.

"I won't lose! I won't eat your moves anymore!"

When Long Baili was talking, a Shangfang sword had reached him.

"I will not be fooled again!"

Long Baili forcibly controlled himself and did not pick up this sword! But the sword was sturdy, piercing his lower abdomen, and piercing it from behind.

Long Baili took a few steps back, widened his eyes, and then fell to his knees.

"competition is over!"

Seeing that Long Baili was fatally injured and had no fighting ability, the host hurriedly announced the result.

Relying on the sword of Shang Fang, Liang Ru defeated the head of the Qiang faction. This attack method opened up many people's eyes.

"Is it a sword?"

"Shangfangbaojian is well-deserved."

Like Wang Zhenyi, Yuxu had their eyes brightened. However, after all, they are real masters. After a battle, they also have a way to deal with fantasy swords. Even if they meet Liang Ru in the next game, they still have a way to deal with the fantasy sword.

"How's it, am I doing well?"

As soon as Liang Ru returned to the player's bench, he immediately sent a WeChat to Li Fan.

"The performance is really good, but it's all due to the soul of the sword."

Li Fan's words made Liang Ru dissatisfied, and the little girl sent a big white eye.

"You also have to learn more from the sword soul and absorb their fighting experience."

"I know, hey! It will be you in a while, so don't lose!"

"Thanks for caring."

Li Fan is not humble, but he stands there, looking at the outside field. Who will fight in the next round?

"In the eyes of the audience's expectations, we ushered in the third game today! The final 16 is really unusual. In a short period of time, two people have already advanced. Will it be so smooth? Let's wait and see! "

Soon, the third round of the round of 16 came out!

Abbot Shaolin, Master Yuxu, superstar against the US emperor, Hero No. 9!

The old abbot stared at the bald head, folded his hands, and slowly walked up to the ring. On the 9th, wearing his familiar black uniform and cloak, like a hero on TV, he fell from the sky and slammed in front of Yu Xu.

"It is the superhero of the American emperor. It debuted on the 9th! It really is an idol and the way of playing is so cool! Everyone in the half of the audience is cheering for him. It seems that this superhero is very popular ! "

The popularity of No. 9 in the West is almost nuclear-grade. His appearance has excited fans. These fans are dressed in the surroundings of No. 9 to cheer for No. 9.

"Nine, I love you!"

"Come on, number nine, defeat that evil monk!"

"You are the strongest!"

Listening to these calls, the monk got a little dazed.

"Amitabha ... when did the old man become evil?"

"Leave them alone."

No. 9 holding his arms, standing in front of the old monk, "You go for it."

"Amitabha, the donor is polite. Look at the old Buddha's palm!"

Yuxu is Yuxu, decades of cultivation is not for nothing. He was just like an old Buddha in the meditation, blinking like lightning, with a yellow light, and in front of No. 9 at the same time, a palm of a thousand Buddha went straight to the forehead of No. 9.

No. 9 still held his arms, as if he didn't respond, and was directly slaped by Yuxu on the forehead.

"boom!"

Master Yuxu incarnates like Shura when he competes, and he shows no mercy. A palm of a thousand Buddhas is amazing. The ground under No. 9 crashed directly, crushed stone bricks were flying everywhere.

"Amitabha ... the donor ... are you okay?"

Yu Xu also regretted it a bit, she couldn't control it when she fought, and her shot was a bit harsh!

"Very good."

Nine held her arm, stood there, and replied warmly.

"Amitabha!"

Not just Yuxu, all the Shaolin disciples in the surrounding stands issued a Buddhist chant!

It's amazing! They ate a thousand Buddha's palms from their abbot in the face, but they were safe?

"Old monk, continue."