Chapter 58 The Secret of St. Dalduo

Chapter 58 The Secrets of St. Dalduo

"Two on the left, three on the right, hum! You look down on me too much." Cao Hanshen took a quick glance and got a plan. There is still a way to deal with this kind of not intensive attack Cao Hanshen.

"Hey."

Cao Han cried deeply, took out an axe with a rope from the ring, and shook it a few times in the air to the right. The high-speed flying axe drove the rope to stay in the air and tightened the rope tightly. Cao Han easily dodged the second wave of attacks by Cervin.

"There are really a few efforts. It seems that it can't be underestimated. Kid, I've changed my mind." Seeing the potential of Cao Han's deep, Servin is really afraid that Cao Han will grow up deeply. Isn't there such a saying that all dangers must be killed in the embryonic stage.

"Humph, have you really let go of our thoughts?" Cao Han smiled contemptuously, and Cao Hanhen did not pin his hope on Selvin's patience.

"Explosion." It's useless to say more. Cervin pointed to the air. After such a little, the earth thorns flying in the air immediately exploded, forming a wide-covered gravel flow.

Looking at the rain-like stone slag behind you, if you despise it, you must pay a painful price. "It's endless." The grass cold grunted deeply and just fell to the ground, and the gravel flow also came with a hundred pounds of power.

"Pa~pa~pa~pa~ba~ba~" sounded like a machine gun, and the grass was cold and rolling on the ground awkwardly, which could avoid this sudden attack. The holy step was indeed a little unexpected.

Grassman is still swollen and fat. He despises his opponent in shape and shouts, "Hmm, what a holy step, I think you are just an incompetent sword ding."

"I'm just a scum in magic, but fighting spirit... Since you are in a hurry to die, I have to avoid sending you on the road." Cervin really can't understand the coldness of the grass, and it can be said that it is not inferior to himself in terms of momentum. This is almost impossible, but it happened in front of him, which makes Selvin have to believe. The cold and deep reflex nerves can be said to be superior.

Many times they grasp it well, but they often miss the opportunity, just like a well-trained warrior who has no capital, but seriously lack practical experience, but it is still remarkable.

"Black flame prison."

Selvin shouted loudly, and there were bursts of black currents on his body, like water. He circled around Selvin, opened and closed his hands, raised his hands high and glanced at the grass cold depth, and "cut" hard down. The black flow turned into two flowing black swords and shot straight into the cold grass.

"It's over."

Damn, I can't avoid it. The grass cold that had just rolled on the ground was powerless to borrow. Looking at the approaching black current, the grass cold deep cried in his heart, "I'm going to die."

"Puff~"

In Qianyi's hair, he instinctively raised the axe and used it as a shield and blocked it in front of his chest. Although he dodged the fatal injury, the powerful anti-shocking force shocked Cao Han's deep hands to crack and blurred his body. His body suffered a certain degree of internal injury and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Is this the power of Kensei?

"Your life is so great that you can survive. Although I only used 30% of my strength, you can also be proud." Cervin knew early that Cao Hanshen was the strongest one here. When he first learned about it, he was greatly shocked. "The youngest swordsman in the history of the Tianfeng Empire."

Selvin is like an unattainable god, looking contemptuously at the ants under his feet with his eyes. His figure is a huge mountain, pressing on everyone. He is really too strong.

When did people in the Jindan period step on their own heads? Cao Han looked up with deep resentment at the high and arrogant Servin, "Why? Why did God give me a second life, but take away my power?" Cao Han shouted in his heart. At this moment, Cao Han deeply thought of the crazy idea of controlling his fate and trampling the sky under his feet. Although there was only a moment, it was like a seed that took root and would grow into a big tree in the sky one day.

"I want your life."

The hoarse voice once again pulled the grass back to the cruel reality, and his life was in the middle of Selvin's thought.

Do you want to use it?

"Young master, do it quickly. What are you waiting for?" Hubble stumbled out of the manor and shouted desperately. He was indescribable anger. Hubble didn't understand that there was no need to send a scroll to escape. Do you want to go with my old life?

Cao Hanshen has locked the transmission scroll. As long as you use your brain, you can transfer yourself to thousands of miles away. The physical pain is nothing. Mental torture is painful, and it is always tormenting the grass cold.

Is it fear that Selvin is still too young to look at the big drops of sweat flowing down his forehead?

"Black flame prison."

The same move is 2 times faster and 3 times stronger than the previous one. The two black currents rush to the cold grass with an unstoppable torrent. This time you are dead, five layers of power!

"Brother, what should I do? Do you want to save him?" Miru couldn't stop his inner suffering or sneaked out of it and said to Miya, who looked at the cold grass with shining eyes.

"How to save?" Mia smiled bitterly. If Mira was there, maybe...

"If you want to kill the young master, pass my pass first and step on my body." Haber stood in front of the cold grass and roared.

Harber's old face has no fear, young master, I can't be your spear, so let me be your shield, "I'm sorry, Shazhi. Grandpa, I'm sorry, although grandpa can't celebrate your 6th birthday this year.

Harber shed tears for the first time in decades.

is regret, never.

If there is another time, Harper will do the same.

"Haber!", Cao Han looked deep at the thin bamboo pole, weak back, and stood so firmly in front of Cao Han. Cao Han cried deeply and let out a heartbreaking hisss.

is helpless and regretful.

If the sky gives another chance, the grass will tear the transmission scroll without hesitation and send Harper to a safe place thousands of miles away.

The high-level transmission scroll can specify the transmission target as long as the reel extracts 3 years of vitality. Unfortunately, the grass cold awakens too late.

" hiss~s~"

Two black torrents sank into Huber's body and splashed two waves of blood. The grass was cold and his eyes were cracking, and he howled, "Harber..."

"Haber~Haber~", the grass fell and rolled deep and hugged Haber's thin body, sadly.

"Young master, I'm fine." Haber smiled reluctantly and told Cao Hanshen not to worry.

"Don't worry, I didn't hurt the key point. Although I don't want to admit it, I still respect the wind sword saint Haber Reynaya." Selvin suddenly burst into the curtain, and his hoarse voice was with a trace of respect.

"Wind Swordsman?"

"That's right, Haber Renaya, the sword saint of Jiansheng Peak." Selvin solemnly repeated.

The grass cold stared at Haber in disbelief. Could it be that Haber was also abandoned like Meer and the others, but who could waste Haber so fiercely? The grass cold unconsciously stepped into deep thinking.

"Don't think too much. I have never practiced any fighting spirit and magic. The reason why I am called Jifeng Jiansheng is my holy spirit - Jifeng Shadow Fox, a holy level demon that can only be used once in my life." Haber sighed and was full of loneliness. What made Haber so depressed.

"I was born and judged that I had nothing to do with magic and fighting spirit. Even the demon spirit was just an ordinary demon fox. However, the sky did not realize the road of man. At the age of 16, my demon fox actually rose for no reason, but I never told anyone that I was crazy at that time. Later, the demon fox rose to the seventh level, and I was full of joy that I was about to tell My family, when I was not a waste, my demon told me that he could only fight for me once, and after that, no matter what the result is, it will be nothing. I cried, which was the first time I cried since I was sensible." Hubble said softly, full of pupils to his childhood.

"This is my past."

"Who are you? There are only five people who know about this matter. The old man is the only one alive. The old man is not very in charge of things. It is impossible to preach everywhere. Who the hell are you?" Hubble came excitedly, dragged his injured body, and walked firmly to Selvin with empty steps, word by word. In a word.

It turns out that the St. Daldo family still has such a secret, and Haber hides it deeply enough.