Chapter 24 Can't get it

Once again, he experienced the feeling of incomparable oppression, but Su Yong was very different at this time. His mind turned around in an instant, and his figure had drifted away a few meters at a high speed. What was left in place was just a virtual shadow.

The fierce sword moves were so fierce that he expected, and the speed was so fast that he cut off a few strands of hair in his ear, which scared him to cold sweat.

Old man, do you think you can support it for a while? You are out of sight! This flower is more powerful than Namutoru. It depends on the swordsmanship, which is much faster than Namutoru. Su Yong knew that this was because it took advantage of weapons, and the sword was much lighter than a machete, so this sword move was naturally faster and more urgent than Mutoru's knife.

With just one move, I almost chopped off my head! Su Yong's figure floated around and was chased by the sword light at all, and even the blood knife was almost thrown away.

Old man, I killed you! Su Yong jumped and sighed. What kind of thunder three strikes, how can I have a chance to use it? It's just a matter of being beaten! He woke up with full energy and did not dare to leave the tip of the other party's sword. He jumped around like a homeless dog. Soon, the ground was already staggered, and he didn't know how many gaps had been drawn for the other party's sword.

What he originally thought was to fight as hard as possible to show weakness to the enemy, and then use three thunder strikes to remember the fierceness when she relaxed. But the abacus was refined, but I didn't expect that the other party's strength was so much higher than me. Before a moment, his heart had sounded like a bellows, and his whole body was covered with cold sweat and hot sweat, making his clothes wet.

At this time, there is no room to fight back, and it is lucky to avoid the continuous attacks of the other party.

He really wanted to throw away the blood knife and lay down, but the sharp sword was always inseparable from his point. He was a little distracted, and with a "hiss", the cold sword spirit had pierced the black helmet, which could be close to his skin. The tender meat at his waist had already felt the breath of death on the thin blade. He was reflexed in an instant. It popped up a few meters again, and almost dodged the waist cut.

I don't know how many times such a situation has happened. Every time the sound of the sword light rings in his ear, his bundled hair has begun to scatter, and I don't know how much the floating hair has been cut off. Su Yong even suspected that he would be shaved into a flat head by her for more than a moment.

Unconsciously, the two have staggered dozens of meters away from the original place of fighting, but they are getting closer to the gate.

One black and one white figure jumps vertically. There are many masters in the city, but only a few people such as Xiao Changfeng can see clearly at such a distance.

Su Yong, who is embarrassed, is another matter in the eyes of others.

The female soldier in white next to him followed the general closely and did not know that he had approached the gate. They couldn't see the details clearly. They just saw their general chasing the dark shadow. Obviously, the two sides were entangled, but they never heard the other party's screams, and they couldn't help staring at each other. Su Yong, who is Yanlong, is also awesome. He can fight with one of the best heroes in our grassland for so long.

Among the generals in the city, Chu Nantian wondered, "Why did the Su brothers dodge and not pull out the knife to resist?" Xiao Changfeng next to him was also at a loss. Zhan Kuanglan's eyes kept moving with the shadow below and said, "Does Brother Su still have a back?"

However, only he knows Su Yong's pain. Do you still need to say that I can draw a knife? Shit, standing and talking doesn't hurt.

The danger of his situation can't even be seen in the frenzy of the city. When everyone saw his body as fast as the wind, they all sighed. They secretly said that there was no false scholar under his reputation. Unexpectedly, this man's internal strength was good, and his light kung fu was so excellent, but they didn't know that he had just learned this light kung fu.

Su Yong can support until now, relying on a concept in his heart. This concept is the same as Chu Nantian's ideal, "I don't die, let others die!" It is this strong will to survive that supports him and makes him use all his potential. Fortunately, he had opened his mind before and was able to steadily stimulate the last point of strength at the most critical time.

Although he knows that he has reached the end of a strong crossbow, no matter how hard he is, the tip of the sword is always a little almost avoided by him, and he can't help admiring this man's tenacity. She couldn't fight for a long time. She was very anxious. She suddenly gathered all her skills and shouted coquettishly. The long sword in her hand suddenly turned into two, two into four, and four into sixteen. In an instant, it turned into a sword rain, and shot him head in a hula!

This is exactly the famous "meteor shower"! It was also her full blow under helpless circumstances!

There is no way to hide this. Dozens of meters around Su Yong seem to have been shrouded in sword light. Su Yong actually closed his eyes at this moment.

Everyone exclaimed in unison again. Su Yong shook his wrist in exclamation, the scabbard was thrown out, and the blood knife finally came out of the sheath, flashing with a faint red light.

Seeing that the countless sword awns were about to cut him into pieces, Su Yong suddenly opened his eyes, held a knife in both hands, and shouted, "Thunder three strikes!" He ignored the countless sword lights around him, and only cut out one of the sword awns!

With a crisp sound, the sword light all over the sky suddenly disappeared. It turned out that only this sword was an entity, and Su Yong was keenly aware of it with his own heart. The blood knife slashed on the sword, and sparks splashed on the sword, breaking a soybean-sized gap, but it did not break. It was also a sword.

Su Yong's throat was sweet, and the two of them spewed out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time. In this move, both of them tried their best to defeat the inner strength, but Su Yong only cut one knife, eliminating the power of transforming dozens of sword lights, which was a close match.

Two mouthfuls of blood were still sprinkled in the air, but Su Yong did not retreat and swept out the second knife like a storm. The blood knife emitted a dazzling fire under his full force, like the flame of a dragon, showing a half-moon-shaped huge blood shadow in the air!

This knife looks like a lot of weather. In fact, his whole body was already weak, and his palms were sore that he almost couldn't even grasp the knife. He fell with the knife and was about to fall.

How can it be returned if you don't take it off? She tried her best, and her silver teeth clenched hard to press all the strength of her body and even her body together to this phantom stand! With a sound, the sword fell to the ground, the blood knife took off its hand, and the blood flowers flew again.

The two bumped into each other and fell to the ground on both sides, and could no longer move.

The female soldiers rushed up with exclamation. Chu Nantian, who was crazy about the battle in the city, also exclaimed. The two of them jumped down on the tower at the same time. The two of them swept down like eagles! Xiao Changfeng next to him hesitated for a moment and finally flew down.

At this moment, Su Yong, who was pale, suddenly stood up slowly and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Thunder three strikes, what about the remaining blows?" The knife has been taken off, the person is weak, and the last blow has not been sent out. Can it be called the continuous stormy thunder three strikes? No one can answer him. Only the soul of the sword in the blood knife can understand what he said.

The dust fell on the side was also pale. The difference was that her ears and necks were a little pink. She weakly pushed away the hands of the female soldiers and suddenly held her face with her hands and sobbed bitterly.

Several female soldiers were at a loss, but no one noticed that there was a blood-red fingerprint on the pink and white neck like a swan.

Su Yong wiped his hand on his body, leaving a trace of blood. After two hard fights, the tiger's mouth has been cracked, and his hands are full of blood. He still couldn't do anything to the woman. Su Yong sighed in a low voice, but no one could hear it.