Thousand Blades of Death

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Liu Bei's benevolent spear spit out his tongue of fire, bursting out the vitality bombs all the time, and every explosion was terrifying and terrifying.

The old man may be fast, or fast enough to easily avoid the attacks of Ma Yuan and Liu Bei, but before such a dense barrage, he must be swallowed by the wave of vitality bombs.

In fact, as Liu Bei expected, the old man was caught flat-footed by the outbreak of Ma Yuan's sword. Unexpectedly, the other party wanted to fight both sides at the beginning, but it was a pity that he could only be shaken off.

Along with this, the old man saw the overwhelming vitality bombs, and his face became unsightly, which could not be avoided.

After the dust had cleared, Liu Bei put down his Rende gun, because he kept the highest firepower, and the reserve consumption of the vitality bomb was much faster than usual.

"He, is he dead?"

Ma Yuan, holding his injured right hand, slowly approached Liu Bei and asked.

The surrounding light was very dark, coupled with the smog, Ma Yuan did not know the situation opposite.

At this moment, Liu Bei's pupils contracted sharply, the figure of the old man appeared again in his sight, and Liu Bei's heart began to beat wildly.

Despite being bruised by Ren Deyi, the clothes were broken through dozens of large holes and turned into a piece of cloth, but all of these were being repaired at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the other party looked like Liu Bei and Ma Yuan had just met. He sorted out the clothes that had become messy because of the battle, swept away the dust on his head, and walked to Liu Bei and Ma Yuan again.

"There are two more, but it's so tender, young man, the old man is not so easily knocked down."

His voice was so confident and disdainful.

Liu Bei couldn't help mumbling: "Is this the horror of the blood race?"

Ma Yuan also felt the horror of the old man, laid the Qinglian sword in front of him, and renewed his fighting will.

For Ma Yuan, it has been a short time to come to this world, but he has not followed the usual routine of martial arts novels and experienced many battles.

Over the past few months, Ma Yuan has been trying to understand the Qinglian sword intentions left by Li Bai. He secretly speculated about the changes in swordsmanship. Even if conflicts were triggered, it was also a crushing battle by the party with the largest level difference.

This is the first fight with a real-name opponent of the same level.

In the city of Xiangyang, the old man in front of him is a first-class master. As a blood race, he is several times more powerful than the ordinary real name class.

Ma Yuan licked the dry skin of his mouth with his tongue, breathing a little, thinking about how to deal with the invulnerable flesh.

Liu Bei's Rende gun was exhausted, so he had to put it into the machine box and took out the male and female swords.

The double swords, one purple and one green, live in the same scabbard. The purple sword is three feet and seven inches long, and the green sword is three feet and four inches long.

Ma Yuandao: "Brother Liu Bei, will you use a sword?"

Liu Beidao: "Although I have not practiced swordsmanship, it is still easy to fight with swords."

In fact, Liu Bei has only one choice. The male-female double-strand sword is the only strongest weapon he can still use, although he has only used it once or twice.

The old man first launched a surprise attack and stretched his fist towards Liu Bei, the momentum was still fierce, and no signs of injury were seen.

Liu Bei had suffered a loss before, how could he have eaten a second time, already prepared, to exert the pupil power to the extreme, wielding the purple sword can be blocked.

The old man's eyes glowed scarlet, the strength of his hand suddenly increased, and a punch hit the sword. Not only did the skin and flesh not cut, but also Liu Bei beat back a few steps.

"Brother Liu Bei, let me help you!"

Ma Yuan raised the Qinglian sword, a spin, and flew to the old man.

"Oh?" The old man stretched out his left hand at this time and opened a bloodmark barrier.

The Qinglian sword was chopped on the barrier, as if falling into a swamp, the strength was scattered, and it could no longer be cut.

"bad."

Even if Ma Yuan wanted to pull out the sword, a great suction was attached to the Qinglian sword, which was difficult to escape.

At this time, the old man said:

"You're not bad, it can force me to use the power of the bleeding family, it's rare."

Then he tempted again: "It is better to be a member of my blood family, I can give you powerful strength."

Liu Bei snorted. When he knew that they had set up altars and killed hundreds of innocent people, he knew that the blood clan forces in front of him were unforgivable. The implementation of their plan would definitely cause a storm in the entire continent.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Liu Bei asked.

Even if Ziqing's double swords are used to resist the opponent's right fist, they just keep themselves from retreating back, and Liu Bei can hardly make a difference in front of the old man's body.

The two sides stalemate, but the old man's relaxed expression can be seen that the situation has fallen into a complete disadvantage.

"Oh? Don't you know why we appeared?"

The old man asked questions jokingly and then answered himself,

"Indeed, you should not know that all of our family who have been erased in history are forgotten."

"How long ago should humans and demons join forces, they could not destroy my blood, they could only be sealed, and now humans have expelled demons..."

The old man's voice echoed in the street, rang in the ears of Liu Bei and Ma Yuan, and began to reveal a dust-covered truth.

Before he could say the following, the male and female double-stranded swords in Liu Bei's hand shone brilliantly, and a breath of breath emerged, and the tadpole-sized runes appeared on both swords.

The daylight illuminates the streets of the night. The old man screams and falls to the ground. The skin of the right fist seems to have been burned by high temperature and melted somewhat.

The vitality of the male and female double-stranded swords invaded the old man's body, destroying at various junctions of the meridians, the blood mark barrier also disappeared, and Ma Yuan immediately got out.

Liu Bei did not know that the male and female double-stranded swords are the legendary swords of the demon that have been handed down from generation to generation in the Zhongshan royal clan.

Shicai was in contact with the old man's right fist and was stimulated by the breath of the blood clan, which awakened the potential Voldemort array and injured the old man.

Although he accidentally suffered a loss, it was no harm, and stood up again, staring at the male and female double-stranded sword in Liu Bei's hand, a little worried.

"It's this sword."

The old man's voice sounded a bit bleak,

"After so much time, I almost couldn't recognize it."

He laughed and laughed. When the blood clan was killed, this male and female double-stranded sword made a lot of war.

"Today, you will die."

The old man said cruelly that he had completely given up the idea of ​​making Ma Yuan a member of his blood, and the killing was completely exposed.

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