Chapter 224 --Myth and Legend, Purple Shirt

Chapter 224 - Myths and Legends, Purple Shirt

Even if the sword is powerful, plus Xier, plus Yiyun, and the purple shirt that I don't know if it is powerful, they are really strong, but the Zhongzhou team is not weak! Moreover, such a strong master lonely team, the Huahua Princess team should join hands with the Zhongzhou team to fight against the enemy!

Even if the victory is not high, it will not bow to the level of the master lonely team... Wu Meng has calculated the strength of each other. There is no doubt that the master lonely team is strong, but the Zhongzhou team is also strong!

In particular, in this case, the master lonely team, as the most powerful team in the remaining three teams, will inevitably lead to the union of the remaining Zhongzhou team and the Huahua Princess team. In this way, the advantages of the master lonely team are not as obvious as they show.

The master lonely team, if you pull up the flower princess team, their strength ratio is 3 to 7 compared with the master lonely team. Although it is more likely to lose, if you work hard, there will be a glimmer of life...

This was an almost perfect plan that Wu Meng had already thought of. With the Huahua Princess team, the Zhongzhou team can defeat the master lonely team at a certain price, and defeat the Huahua Princess team with a stronger advantage...

Everything is perfectly planned. Wu Meng has been waiting for such an opportunity, and now is the time to attack! Xiaojian is still pestered by Superman. The strength of Xiaojian is indeed higher than that of Superman, but Superman also understands the situation at this moment. If he can't survive under the attack of the sword, he will also die like Luffy...

So, now, the lonely team, which has lost a main combat effectiveness sword, is also weak compared to its perfect state. Wu Meng is ready to attack! Xi'er, Yiyun, how strong will it be?

As a legendary master in loneliness, Wu Meng put it in a very high position. This is the nature of people. They are used to playing the worst cards in their hands first and leaving the stronger cards behind.

Today's sword is an extremely terrible master. And Xi'er and Yiyun can never be weaker than Xiaojian! Wu Meng is thoughtful, and he is unwilling to rely on unprovoked speculation to make a plan. Moreover, Wu Meng also has the means to prove his guess.

The reading of fate. With reading, Wu Meng can fully discover the idea of the master's lonely team, which is also a big killer! When Wu Meng used mind reading to detect Xi'er and Yiyun's hearts, he found that in the depths of their hearts, it was completely empty! There are no emotions or thoughts in their hearts, and they are completely blank!

This is... Wu Meng's hesitation, and a long-standing conjecture that he did not want to be raised still had to be mentioned. His eyes aimed at a purple shirt with a shallow smile, and the smile on his face finally disappeared, and then he stared at the purple shirt with no expression:

"So it's really you!"

"Is it me? What is me? The purple shirt has found that Wu Meng's face has changed, and it is still that smiling. His beautiful face shows a curious look without any pretentiousness.

"The answer is only in you and me. From the beginning, it was you! Xiao Jian, it's you, Xi'er, it's you, Yi Yun, it's also you. Even, if I guess correctly..."

Wu Meng's finger pointed to Huang Qingcheng of the Huahua Princess Team, who stood closer to their Zhongzhou team. He paused and sighed again: "This Huang Qingcheng is also you..."

"Oh? How is this possible? How can I be so many people?" The purple shirt looked up innocently and laughed dumbly.

Wu Meng didn't laugh. If this is really a joke, Wu Meng would rather believe that this is just a joke he told, a terrible joke!

The lonely team is not captained by Yiyun! Captain, it's a purple shirt that has always looked silly!

In fact, there is only one person in the master lonely team from beginning to end! And everyone else is just the split of this person. There has never been any rhyme, no joy, or a little sword!

Yes, just a purple shirt! Myth and legend, purple shirt...

This is the real master lonely team! There is only a lonely team with a mythical purple shirt...

Through the spiritual link of Liu Shishi, Wu Meng has completely told the people of the Zhongzhou team about this matter. Everyone is silent. If such a thing is true, then the result is self-evident...

"So, Wu Meng, why do you think I have so many people at the same time?" The purple shirt's smile was very naive. She raised her face and held her cheeks with her hands, as if she were a curious baby.

"Because you have practiced a unique skill. This kind of martial arts has incredible power. In addition to having the ability that martial arts should have, it will also have an impact on people's spirit, so that you can constantly split up, and the split will also be under your control.

"Oh? This kind of unique skill is amazing! So, what kind of martial arts is this? In the loneliness of the master, there is no such martial arts. Whether it is the Beiluo Zixiao formula of Yiyun, or Xi'er's Antarctic ethereal skill, or the Dugu Zong of the small sword, they don't have such ability, right?

"Yes, in the loneliness of the master, no matter what kind of martial arts are used, he will not achieve this ability. Because in the loneliness of masters, martial arts are just clothes, and only clothes suitable for themselves are the best. Moreover, the final height that can be achieved by any martial arts is essentially the same.

"Yes! The final end of all martial arts can be the same! Different martial arts functions change only the relative road and speed to reach the end. However, in this way, I still can't split up! It seems that no martial arts can reach such a level!"

"That's right. No martial arts can reach such a level. So, this is not martial arts at all! It's a unique achievement! Close to cultivation, close to Taoism! If I guess correctly, the name of this kind of unique skill is called "Taishang Forgetting Love Record"!"

"Oh? "The Record of Forgetting Love" The purple shirt's face changed a little, his smile became a little unnatural, and his face became more strange. Does this kind of unique skill have such a powerful ability?

Wu Meng nodded seriously and was about to speak when a voice interrupted Wu Meng's words-

"Ah!!! I hate it so much! I am obviously the last protagonist! Why did I lose to a loser who is not even the protagonist? I don't want to..."

There was a heartbreaking cry of pain. It's Superman! Superman fighting with the sword. At this moment, his body is full of scars. Even with Superman's super defense, it has lost its role in the face of such a high-frequency blow as the sword. The loss of defense represents a result.

Superman, no! Xiaojian does not have any emotional color. His eyes are indifferent and will only be like a robot, constantly hitting Superman. The more wounds he has on his body, the worse his defense will be. Superman, who used to turn a blind eye to the deadly attack of the sword to defend against it, is now completely unable to resist its attack.

Like the practice of the outer door forging of the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, once the door is broken, the body trained will also be like a balloon pierced in one eye, and will wither in an instant...

A sword and a sword... The hands, feet and limbs were slowly broken, and Superman has been directly cut into a stick by the sword! Is there any way for such a superman to live? The last sword, the little sword finally ended Superman's shouting and his pain...

Superman, die! Superpower Hero Team, destroy...

What does this represent?

Xiao Jian came over silently without saying a word, but stood directly behind the Zhongzhou team, pulled out his sword, and looked at the Zhongzhou team coldly. Those eyes do not contain the slightest emotional color. The people of the Zhongzhou team were very shocked!

There is no doubt about the power of the little sword. Except for Wu Meng and Chu Xuan, everyone else turned around and looked at the little sword, which is the effect of momentum. At this moment, Xiao Jian exudes undisguised murderous intent.

"Why, purple shirt, can't you help but start attacking?" Wu Meng did not look back. Xiaojian may be very powerful, but it is just his force, but it is not enough to scare the Zhongzhou team.

The expression on the purple shirt's face finally changed, no longer a constant smile. Her face showed strange excitement, but her expression was like Chu Xuan when he used the power of faith, fanatical, excited and excited...

"Have you guessed it too? Yes! I'm really going to start attacking!" The purple shirt's smile was sweet, staring at Wu Meng. In fact, your ability to tell stories is very strong. As for the story of "Taishang Wangqing Record" you made up for me, it is really good. If I have time, I will create such a unique skill!"

It is easy to understand that Purple Shirt completely denies her conversation with Wu Meng just now. Zishan's face was smiling, and he waved to Xiaojian with one hand. Then, Xiaojian came over without saying a word, and even passed straight through the Zhongzhou team.

The people of the Zhongzhou team involuntarily gave way to him. Then, the little sword came to the purple shirt.

The purple shirt smiled at Wu Meng, "It's just that what I don't understand is that with your wisdom, you can see that I was just procrastinating! Unfortunately, the attack just now was indeed the weakest time..."

This... everyone sighed in their hearts when they heard the words of the purple shirt. Sure enough, the purple shirt is procrastinating. She wants to wait for the sword to kill Superman, and then go into battle again! If the war just started, maybe there will be some advantages!

"Then, the battle begins!" The smile of the purple shirt was pure and flawless, and her delicate white hands finally pulled out the purple shirt from her waist. He pointed to Wu Meng remotely.

Everyone began to get nervous. Is the battle about to begin? Everyone began to hold their weapons tightly. Zhang Heng still raised his bow again, pulled the bow on the string, and aimed at the purple shirt. Shangyin was also a giant soldier ready to go. Liu Shishi's handprints had been knotted, his spiritual strength condensed on the fingerprints, and Zhao Yingkong's hands clenched the sword of truth and oath. Chu Xuan also began to fluctuate at the top of the Eastern Emperor's Bell.

Only Wu Meng is motionless. The purple shirt smiled and waved a sword--

Everyone was stunned, because the sword of the purple shirt inserted straight into the back of the chest of the sword.

Little sword, die!