Thousand Blades of Death

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"Oh!"

How could Liu Bei sit dead, at this time the male and female double-stranded swords were powerful, like a giant who woke up when he slept for many years.

The more fierce the blood of the other party, the more excited it is.

Ma Yuan was surprised at Liu Bei's changes on the side, thinking to himself that this was really the protagonist's treatment and would not be easily killed by the mobs that ran out halfway.

Before the power of the Ziqing Swords, the old man's hands were no longer dared to touch even when he was playing against Ma Yuan, and even this did not fall into the disadvantage.

Because Liu Bei had not practiced swordsmanship, every sword he produced was perfectly evaded by the enemy, unable to cause a trace of damage.

The two sides played extra cautiously, both of which were mainly defensive, and dozens of rounds of fighting, they just flashed each other.

The old man said with resentment: "Junior, I must chew your heart and lungs and smash your double swords in your hands to solve my thousand years of complaints."

Liu Bei said: "I hope you come true. If you want to kill me, why don't you attack with all your strength, but be so insignificant."

The old man sneered. Now, this battle is not tougher than the attack, but the endurance.

He believes that in such a high-intensity tug-of-war, the opponent's physical strength will be weakened first, and then the other party can take advantage of the opponent's life.

The old man's wishful thinking was very loud, but how could Ma Yuan stand by and observe the battle between the two for a long time, knowing how to cooperate with Liu Bei, he immediately joined the battle.

"Brother Liu Bei, I'm here!"

Ma Yuan's Qinglian sword appeared on the back of the old man like a phantom, scratching his skin and flicking a fierce spark.

Reappearing the three swords of Qinglian again, with more than three hundred changes, each sword struck from a place where the other party could not have expected, hitting the body of the old man, although it did not cause substantial damage, but the accumulation of less and more was not. Feel good.

"Haha, it's a pity."

The old man laughed, Ma Yuan's swordsmanship was exquisite, and every step was a lore sword, but he couldn't break the old man's most basic defense, Liu Bei was the opposite. A sword.

"When the battle is over, I'll practice swordsmanship."

Liu Bei secretly said. When Ma Yuan joined the battle, the pressure he faced was divided into a large part, and Liu Bei was also sweating.

The old man was beaten back and forth, but it was only a strategic defense, which resolved the two's offensive. Soon, when the two were tired, the old man would launch a fierce offensive again.

Ma Yuan gasped, "This old man hasn't seen any signs of exhaustion for a long time, and he still has a dragon and a tiger. Is this also the power of the blood race?"

Over time, the battle situation evolved, and soon Liu Bei showed a slow state of being unable to keep up, and there was a flaw in his cooperation with Ma Yuan.

Ma Yuan had no choice but to take over the other's offensive and win Liu Bei's respite.

The sky and the sword rain blocked the opponent's offensive road, but Ma Yuan forgot the most important point.

As far as the blood race is concerned, as long as the road ahead is not an iron wall, even if it is a sea of ​​swords, he can step over it.

The old man's momentum rose sharply, stepping into Ma Yuan's sword rain, dozens of wounds appeared on the body, each split, a little spattered blood, and then quickly repaired.

"Can't let him step forward again!"

Ma Yuan realized that the situation was very bad, and Qinglian Sword carried a thunderous situation and fell from the sky, forcing the other party to give up the attack.

The old man showed a strange smile at this time, regardless of the sword struck from above, he flew towards Liu Bei against the ground, exposing his back to Ma Yuan.

Like the meat on the chopping board, Ma Yuan didn't hesitate to cut down with a hint of the knife, as if he saw the scene where the opponent was cut off by the waist in advance.

"Ha ha."

A strange smile appeared on the old man's face, and the wings of his back opened quickly, and the blood mark barrier just now appeared.

It was too late for such a swift sword to want to close it. Ma Yuan's sword stuck in the barrier and could not move, but was eaten to death by the other party again.

The old man went straight to Liu Bei, and the wings behind him disappeared, and the blood mark barrier did not disappear as the old man left, and remained where he appeared.

"There is such a secret!"

Ma Yuan's heart immediately set off a violent storm.

"Okay, it's time to end this play."

After the old man finished speaking, the scarlet light of his eyes was prosperous, and he changed his defense into an attack, making Liu Bei difficult to parry.

Liu Bei hurriedly stabbed out several swords, all of which were hit in the air, and the other party was forced to fight with it and could not get away.

After a few rounds, Liu Bei was directly defeated, and his shoulder blade was smashed by the opponent's palm. He flew out of three or four streets and smashed through several large holes.

"Uh!"

Liu Bei snorted and fell to the ground, his heart and lungs were as if torn apart, and the pain was so high that it was difficult to stand up again.

"It's just a trick to bring such great harm to myself."

Liu Bei couldn't help but be horrified.

The old man jumped a little harder, jumped into the height of three feet, saw Liu Bei's position and quickly landed, then slowly walked towards the other party.

He was not in a hurry to kill the enemy, because he had already won.

Okay, how to deal with the man in front of me? The old man couldn't help but think about it. After a thousand years, he woke up again. Soon someone was playing with himself, which made him feel very satisfied. He intended to let go of the other party.

However, Liu Bei's sword showed that the family could not get rid of it. When the blood clan came back, I didn't want to kill the family, but I heard that they had disappeared in the long history, so I gave up this urge.

Is the man in front of him a descendant of this family?

The old man approached slowly, and at the same time he had mixed feelings in his heart, wondering whether it was joy or sadness.

If so, this man cannot be allowed to die easily, at least to be brought back to ravage.

The old man smiled, but he was still staring at Liu Bei, to prevent the latter from making a slight move, more precisely, staring at the male and female double-stranded sword in Liu Bei's hand.

Liu Bei's hands shivered uncontrollably. Although he wanted to pick up the two swords to fight back, he was still overwhelmed and lack of strength. The old man was very relieved.

His right hand approached Liu Bei slowly, like death, strangling the other person's throat.

Liu Bei held his breath, his eyes narrowed sharply, and just now he repeatedly broke through three walls. He secretly protected his two hands and chose to let other parts suffer more damage.

Although the scapula was injured, it could barely pierce a sword, but this sword had to be stabbed.

Liu Bei is waiting for the opportunity to hit.

As the old man's body slowly approached, Liu Bei's hand trembling with his sword, the other party thought it was panic, but in fact it was unbelievable excitement.

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