Chapter 44 Combat Maniac Part 2

A burst of flying sand and stones came from all around and forced to the eighth lunar month. The wind and sand slowly accumulated on the sword of the eighth lunar month. After a while, the flying sand and stones were all absorbed into the sword of the eighth lunar eighth lunar month.

Staring at the sword of the eighth month in surprise - there is no change in even the color and length. If you have to find a difference, it will only become slightly thicker in volume.

What kind of birth is this? The summons are so strange that they directly call out the name of the sword, and the sword has not changed into other weapons, and even its appearance has not changed at all.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he raised his sword and stabbed it directly to the ground. The ground with a radius of 50 meters was cracked, and huge stones were separated from the ground and thrown high. The trees around them were taken up to the sky and turned into ashes.

Is this the first birth of the eighth year of the first lunar month? The change is completely invisible, but the power is amazing.

Liang Du, who stood in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that if he really used courage on the eighth day of the first lunar new year, it means that he began to be serious about this battle on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Such an eighth day of the lunar new year will never be defeated.

It is said that the summoning words are the same for the first, second life and lifelong of the eighth lunar month. It is rumored that the sword body will not change. At most, each layer of sword body will be thickened. Even Liang Du only saw the second life of the eighth lunar month. Even during the Yueyu War, he had never used it for the eighth day of the first lunar month.

In his life, he has no derivative ability or other extra moves. He will always be just a sword.

The first birth of the eighth year will make the weight and hardness of the sword 64 times that of the original moon sword. Ordinary people can no longer lift such a heavy weapon, but the person who uses this crazy sword is the eighth day of the first lunar month, and his existence is to subvert people's common sense.

The wooden man looked up to the sky and roared like a beast. He was no longer humane. He was not afraid of death or retreated. He only knew how to fight and kill.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, his feet tilted to the ground parallel to the ground, and rushed down the wooden man at a high speed in the air. The wooden man raised his whip to face the eighth day of the first lunar month without hiding. The two collided and the ground was concave for more than ten meters. Neither of them used their courage and hit them crazily in the air without any fatigue at all.

Although Liang Du and Shen Xue, who were caught in a bitter battle, were worried about the eighth day of the first lunar month, the three magic traps faced by the four of them were really strong and ridiculously stronger than the magic traps they had seen before. What made them feel strange was that these three magic traps could actually feather.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" On the eighth day of the first lunar month, every time he cut out a heavy sword, he shouted loudly, and his momentum was amazing.

In the face of the "combat maniac" on the eighth day of the first lunar month, the wooden man still does not change his face, even if he is seriously injured. Mu Ren always said nothing and faced the eighth day of the first lunar month without fear. Sometimes he punched the eighth day of the first lunar month, and sometimes hit the eighth day of the first lunar month with a feather whip.

"Not enough! Not enough! Is that all you have?"

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, they became more and more excited. The speed of the two men's action became faster and faster. They couldn't see their arms clearly in the distance. They could only see the illusion of the fan blades of their arms - the speed of waving was amazing.

The people on the field were shocked - this bloody play was too horrible.

The body on the eighth day of the first lunar month has long been full of bruises and blood stains. Although the wooden man has mutated into iron wood, it is still cut into scars and potholes, but the two have no intention of stopping at all. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, his eyes turned red, emitting excitement, and he kept grinning and laughing wildly. The wooden man has been silent, and his pale face makes people feel horrible.

Two terrible lunatics, two fighting maniacs.

The wooden man hugged the waist of Chuba with both hands and kept hitting the forehead of Chuba with his head. The sword of Chuba has been stabbed into the abdomen of the wooden man and could not be pulled out. The wooden man roared and wanted to die together with Chuba.

"Ha!" Chuba roared, broke out of his right hand, bent to his back with lightning speed, and broke one of the wooden man's fingers alive. Muren screamed, still did not let go, and bit Chuba's shoulder.

Even if a tough man like Chuyi was suddenly attacked by this dirty way of playing, he still gritted his teeth in pain. On Chu8, he raised his right elbow to the top of the wooden man's head and hit him crazily.

The fist on the eighth day of the first lunar month can directly destroy a stone house, and there is no damage to the wooden man's head. However, until the elbow blood came out on the eighth day of the first lunar month, the wooden man still held the body of the eighth lunar month and did not want to let go.

It was the first time I saw someone who was more eager to fight than me on the eighth day of the first lunar month. No, the wooden man is not eager to fight, nor to avenge his brother. Now the wooden man is just a complete beast, or mechanical puppet. There is no other meaning in his bones except fighting.

A fierce light came out from the eighth eye and roared, "Do you think you are very enjoyable like this? Ah!?"

The skull on the eighth day of the first lunar month had cracked a little, but he hit his wooden head instead. The two heads bumped up and down. On the eighth day of the first lunar new year, he gritted his teeth more and more and roared as he bumped, "You are not fighting!"

The source of the whole body suddenly burst out. Mu Man's hands could not be tied for a moment and loosened a little. Chuba seized this opportunity to open his arms, and Mu Man was bounced away fiercely. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he did not give the wooden man a chance to stay away. He grabbed the wooden man's right wrist faster and broke it.

A burst of smoke rose from the wooden man's right wrist, leaving no blood, only some resin-like ** was falling, and the broken bones were like dead vines, rotten and disgusting.

On the eighth day of the 18th, he held his broken hand and did not feel the warmth of his body. Like holding a piece of iron wood, he threw it away in disgust and strode to the wooden man, stepping on his chest that fell to the ground and holding the hilt of the sword.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, he held the hilt of the sword and pulled it up laboriously. The wooden man twisted crazily, and the other foot of the eighth day kicked off the wooden man's other arm.

The guy under his feet is not a human, he is non-living. For the first time, I felt that my sword was so difficult to cut in a body, but it was still pulling constantly. The wooden man roared harshly and shouted, "Be quiet! Monster!"

All the sand and stones accumulated in the mad sword burst out in an instant, and all of them penetrated into the wooden man's body. In just a few minutes, the wooden man's body was torn to pieces.

The wooden man's head is still there, roaring crazily. Chuba took a look with disgust, raised his sword, and split it mercilessly. The wooden man's skull was divided in two and stopped.

On the eighth day of the first, he stared at the fragmented corpse under his feet and put away his sword. Although his voice was thick, he was extremely gentle: "You are different from me. I'm obsessed with fighting, and you're obsessed with fighting. Although there seems to be no difference between the two sometimes,... only those who are called 'fighting maniacs' can understand the subtle differences.

The wind and clouds are surging, the fire is burning the field, the shouting and the residual cry are intertwined, and the blood light and the knife are shining. The arrows above the battlefield shuttle back and forth. The moon soldiers and the Italian people cut the knife to the enemy's head one by one with red eyes and angrily. The speed of courage, the madness of swordsmanship, the agility of skills... From fighting to tearing, from people to demons, war is so human and cruel, everything "Return" to those rulers who fought for "justice", when a war occurs, there is no justice until which side wins, which side is "justice".

War satisfies or has satisfied people's aggressive instincts, and it also satisfies people's desire for plunder, destruction, and cruel discipline and autocracy. For those who need war, war is just; for those who have lost all hope, war is reasonable.

On the eighth day of the lunar new year, he turned his back and was also scarred. He shouted at Liang Du and Shenxue, who were still fighting bitterly: "What's the matter! Slowly!"

"Oh... it's worthy of being the Lord of the Eighth Dynasty."

I was stunned on the eighth day of the first lunar month and looked up at the sky.

A rough and domineering, very powerful, bearded man slowly fell from the sky - eternal.

The eighth day of the first lunar month showed a more excited expression: it seems that this battle will be more exciting than any other.

Suddenly, Liang Du's abdomen was cut out, and the other two soldiers of the first echelon were also injured all over their bodies. Only the deep snow was not so embarrassed under the protection of the cabinet owner's coat.

"Are you sure you still want to fight with me?" Wangu fell to the ground and did not do anything. The two moon soldiers who were close to him spit blood and fell to the ground in an instant, turning into a source of soul and disappearing in this space. Wangu smiled disdainfully, "Is it just your broken body now?"

Although he was brave, he was not as well-developed as the dragon. He could still tell which was more important. He shouted loudly on the eighth day, "You reckless man! There is no need to talk too much!"

Wan Gu still smiled. Unexpectedly, he suddenly took action, and a golden light wave pierced Chuba's chest. Even Chuba could only subconsciously block part of the attack with a sword.

The eighth day of the first lunar month fell to the sky and spit blood. Liang Du and Shenxue felt bad, but the magic trap in front of them made them unable to help the eighth day of the lunar month.

"I'm not a fool. You killed my five deputy cabinet masters, one cabinet owner, and countless soldiers. Now I come to you alone. If I kill you, even I can't fight against the thousands of elites of your moon pavilion alone." Wangu took off again and stared at the strong eighth year with contemptuous eyes, as if looking at garbage. "Just by eating blood, Zhang Lei, it is impossible to cause harm to you. I just came here to seriously hurt you. By the way, I swear that if this old immortal, his cabinet dragon and so on have been captured alive, and Bai Ye has also died in the battle. Blood-eating, Zhang Lei, take everyone to retreat!"

With an order, Blood Eater and Zhang Lei quickly withdrew from the battlefield with three magic traps and the remaining remnants, leaving the seriously injured Chuba and his subordinates.

Betrayal and trading, the whole world is distorted. Sometimes I can't believe that justice will defeat evil, but the fighting maniacs in the August Pavilion are more convinced that the world is not irredeemable.