Chapter 13 Second Kill

The shattered blue fog disappeared in a blink of an eye. Yang Xiubo lay on the ground and struggled to stand up. His left arm was broken. Yang Xiubo stood up, and his bones seemed to be broken all over his body. The pain was unbearable. Yang Xiubo bit his teeth and reluctantly bent down and picked up the Yingquan sword that had been hit to the ground. As soon as I lifted it a little, I stepped on it with one foot.

Yang Xiubo roared and used all his strength to pull out the Yingquan sword and stab it with all his strength. Yang Xiubo's aura all over his body was instilled into the Yingquan sword. The aura changed with the Yingquan sword heart method and turned into a white gas rushing forward. The walls around the yard and the weeds on the ground were all covered by white gas. As an ice sculpture, two fingers passed through the white gas and directly clamped the Yingquan sword stabbed by Yang Xiubo with all his strength!

When the finger bent, Yang Xiubo felt a huge force coming from his right hand. The hand that grabbed the Yingquan sword was already unstable. The Yingquan sword directly came out of his hand. Yang Xiubo didn't have time to fight back. He kicked over with one foot and kicked Yang Xiubo directly. Peng fell into the alley, and the white air around him was because Without the transformation of Yang Xiubo's aura, he slowly dispersed, and then Yang Xiubo saw the other party's face.

Wide eyebrows, square face, thick lips, high nose, wide shoulders, and a figure is also taller than that of ordinary people. Occasionally, a few strands of silver ripple between one's black hair. Although this person looks middle-aged, the practitioner's life is long, and he can't determine his age from whom he looks. This person's clothes are elegant and luxurious, and you can know at a glance. Tao is not an ordinary person. He is not angry and arrogant. Just standing there makes people feel extraordinary. What's more, the means of subduing Yang Xiubo just now completely show that their cultivation is very different.

Yang Xiubo lay on the ground and had no strength all over his body. He felt a stream of energy flowing in his veins. Although he just didn't have any strength to resist at the moment, Yang Xiubo knew that he was afraid that the other party's strength would burst in an instant in his veins with his hands. In that way, it won't take long for his meridians to be broken. I'm afraid that the cultivation of hard practice in the past few years will also disappear. Yang Xiubo is unwilling. Except for the few people he just met down the mountain, the cultivation of each enemy is much higher than himself, and he has no resistance in front of these enemies. Power is like I didn't even dare to relax my breath in front of the city. It seems that the heavy responsibility of maintaining world peace can't be realized.

The man who knocked down Yang Xiubo must not know the nonsense in Yang Xiubo's heart. The man turned around casually, and the Yingquan sword buzzed in this man's hand, as if he was unwilling to be in this person's hands, and he didn't see anything in his body. The man just stood there. Yang Xiubo suddenly felt a momentum rising to the sky. The power The momentum made Yang Xiubo unable to raise a trace of resistance in his heart.

Maybe for a moment, or for a long time, the momentum disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared, but the Yingquan sword in the man's hand was no longer sad. He lay down in the man's hand honestly. The man looked at the Yingquan sword in his hand and seemed to be suddenly uninterested. He threw his hand at Yang Xiubo and rubbed it directly into Yang Xiubo's ear. It was only less than an inch away from Yang Xiubo's ear. He almost pinned down one of Yang Xiubo's ears, which scared Yang Xiubo into a cold sweat.

The man looked at Yingquan Sword and said, "When Yingquan Sword was in Qingshui's hand, Yingquan was frozen all over the sky, and any move of Yi Shuihan could freeze the space. Yingquan Sword really ruined this divine sword in your hand." After saying that, he waved his hand casually as if driving a mosquito. The moat who had just fought with Yang Xiubo picked up a long gun and walked towards Yang Xiubo. After the moat came to Yang Xiubo's side, he raised the long gun and stabbed Yang Xiubo directly into Yang Xiubo's throat!

If it is true, I'm afraid Yang Xiubo will die immediately! A stream of light came, and the speed directly hit the moat, and then the light and shadow turned and ran directly to the person with extremely high cultivation! One foot! An extremely casual kick! The streamer flew directly backwards and hit the land next to Yang Xiubo fiercely. It was Luo Yuchen who scattered the light and shadow.

Luo Yuchen was already secretly injured. He immediately vomited blood under his feet. At this time, Luo Yuchen was already at the end of the crossbow. Obviously, he knew that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and the other party. He was like an ant. The other party looked down on him at all. Luo Yuchen, who knew this, still bent down and put his back to the ground. Yang Xiubo looked at the other party stubbornly.

Luo Yuchen roared and then turned around and was about to escape, but he just ran less than a few meters, one foot! Another kick! He kicked Luo Yuchen back directly. He couldn't feel any action of the other party at all. He couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party at all, and even couldn't see the other party's action at all! The difference in strength is so great that any trick is useless in the face of absolute power.

Luo Yuchen got up from the ground, pulled up Yang Xiubo who fell to the ground, and put his back on his back again. He shouted again. His luck and his whole body ran out in a different direction, but he was still kicked back again. Once, once, once, once, I don't know how many times, Luo Yuchen even trembled when he stood up. You, but he still stubbornly pulled Yang Xiubo on the ground. There was no expression in his eyes. There was only one voice in Luo Yuchen's heart. I want to take him with me! Stand up! Carry it up! Roar! God!

With a crack, Yang Xiubo fell to the ground. The other party grabbed Luo Yuchen's neck with one hand and directly picked Luo Yuchen up from the ground. Luo Yuchen kept tapping on the other party's arm, but the other party's arm seemed to be like a mountain range. The other party's expression was still as indifferent as ever, in the other party. In his eyes, strangling Luo Yuchen and Yang Xiubo is like strangling two ants.

Luo Yuchen has no strength all over his body. He slowly grasps the killing sword on the side of his waist and slowly pulls it out. When he pulls out the killing sword, he can feel that his breathing is slowly getting shorter. Are you going to die? Luo Yuchen didn't know that after Luo Yuchen pulled out the killing sword, he stabbed the other party's eyes with all his strength!

With a search, Luo Yuchen was thrown out fiercely. Peng fell on the wall, and even the killing sword was robbed casually. Luo Yuchen had no strength at this time.

"Stop killing! Later life, where did you get this sword?

"Cough, cough, dig out your ancestral grave!"

The man was not angry after hearing this. He shook his head casually, then raised the killing sword, and then threw it. The killing sword seemed to be sacrificed and shot directly at Luo Yuchen with the sound of breaking the sky!

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