Chapter 163 The Battle of Power

The energy of the ice attribute burst, causing the water vapor in the air to liquefy. Under a thick white fog, people can't see the real appearance in the center of the square. Until a quarter of an hour later, the thick fog slowly dissipated. The two, who were in the white fog, fought fiercely again.

Purple Wolf Jilu regretted a little. This silver-faced swordsman is countless times stronger than he thought. He thought it was very easy to kill him, but until now, only he knows that his defeat is only a matter of time.

The energy shock wave just now blew his blood. The meridians are also somewhat damaged. In contrast, the silver-faced swordsman's speed does not decrease at all, and the sensitive power that breaks out in the battle is also stronger. How dare he fight more and more bravely?

"What are you still looking for?" The complaining Chao still stood aside and the fat man Liu Bao shouted. Liu Bao doesn't know him very well, but he is also a purple wolf killer and often meets him in the Purple Wolf Hall where he takes the task. At this moment, he is about to be defeated, and he still looks like he has nothing to do with himself, and no one can stand it. This is a life-and-death duel!

"Don't panic, man, I'm coming." Liu Bao, who has been watching for a long time, also found that if he didn't join again, he would probably lose the duel. He knows the strength of Jilu, and he is also a 16-level axe like himself. If this duel is defeated, even if the silver-faced swordsmen forgive them, they have no face to stay in the blood wolf organization.

Liu Bao's flame gas gushed out, quickly evaporating the remaining fog in the air. At this time, everyone realized that Liu Bao was also going to join the battle.

Two purple wolf-level killers were actually forced to join forces by white wolf rookies? Even the killers above the purple wolf level can't believe the scene in front of them. This is incredible.

"Are you here together?" A contemptuous rumor came from under the mask...

In the face of the two 16-level axes, Ling Wei did not dare to be careless and stared at their movements.

"Flame Chopping!" The fat man roared with his voice, and the flames in his body emerged crazily. The black black iron tomahawk appeared red like fire. The fat man raised his right foot and stamped heavily on the ground, and there was a slight tremor on the square.

"Jilu, let's kill this boy together." He explained to the bearded axe around him, and his body suddenly turned into a fiery streamer and rushed to Ling Wei. The flaming feet stepped on the granite ground, leaving carbon-black footprints one by one.

When the fat man was about to come into contact with Ling Wei, the axeman gave a vicious smile, and then shouted, "Ba Bingzhan." At this moment, the temperature of the air that had just been baked by the fat man's flames suddenly decreased. The breeze blew on the cheeks, giving people a knife-like chill.

"Go to hell." Ba Bing cut out, and Jilu's combat power more than doubled in an instant. The water rose and the ship rose, and his speed also soared rapidly.

Looking at the axeman who tried his best to use his combat skills, Ling Wei looked solemn under the silver mask. In the middle of the square, nearly a thousand killers have gathered. When the two senior axes used powerful combat skills, they began to worry about Ling Li because of their unconscious sympathy for the weak. With the full attack of the two 16-level axes, no warrior below the Holy Level can easily treat it. For a moment, the needle fell and everyone on the square calmed down. Wait for the result of this blow.

"Phantom split." The cold voice echoed gently in the square. In the surprised eyes of everyone, the figure of the silver-faced swordsman was divided into three parts. The three swordsmen held three long swords of different colors in gold, black and silver.

At this moment, the three swordsmen suddenly became elegant, and each of them moved at a speed that ordinary people could not catch. Ling Li let the two splits entangled the fat man, but he held the broken sword and jumped up gently, hitting the beard man on the back of his head.

The sensitive force of the blue wind attributes wrapped his whole body, and at the same time, his body in the air rotated like a gyroscope with a long sword as the axis.

Looking at the other party's strange tricks, he dared not be careless and slashed his tomahawk. Hearing the "norous" and "jingling" two sounds, Jilu's originally sinister look suddenly became unbelievable.

"Well." Jilu's body was stunned, and Ling Wei's broken sword had pierced his right shoulder. Yin Hong's blood flowed out along the blood tank of the broken sword. Ling Wei collected the sword, the wound could no longer be suppressed, and the blood sprayed out.

Looking at the side of the fat Liu Bao, the two "swordsmen" held the dark sword and the golden sword of the king's oath respectively, fighting with him to delay the time. When Ling Li stabbed Jilu with a sword, it was also Liu Bao who cut the split holding the king's oath sword in half with an axe. The golden sword of the king's oath was blown out, spinning through the beautiful golden sword flowers in the air, and finally inserted ten meters away from Ling Li.

"It's fake. Bah." The fat man spit and swd his tomahawk at another split holding a dark sword. After all, Ling Li's split is only 10% of his strength. Even if he holds the dark sword of the quasi-sacred weapon, he is not Liu Bao's opponent. Soon, the second split was also cut in half by him and disappeared into the air.

With a bang, the sword of darkness fell to the ground.

"Fuck, it's fake." The fat man scolded angrily. When he was about to pick up the booty thrown on the ground, an indifferent voice sounded behind him. Is it cool to cut it?

The fat man broke out in a cold sweat and was not in the mood to pick up the booty. Feeling the bad wind behind him, his round stomach trembled violently, bent his waist, and rolled out like a ball. The next second, a blue sword spirit crossed his waist.

Ling Wei looked coldly at the fat man who dodged the blow, and a faint smile appeared under the silver mask.

The fat man got up, glanced at the silver swordsman with a little fear, and finally found the axe Jilu. His right hand drooped, and his left hand covering his right shoulder had been stained crimson with blood. And his weapon's broad tomahawk actually broke into two halves!

How can he not take advantage of the weapon at this level of Jilu? This generous and heavy tomahawk has been with him for many years, and I don't know how many strong people's blood has been infected. It's also a rare best. At this time, it was destroyed by the blow of the silver-faced swordsman. Jilu, whose right shoulder was pierced and his strength was greatly reduced, did not dare to take the initiative to take action against Ling Li.

Jilu's strength is not weaker than himself, and the fat man Liu Bao began to feel timid. Under the attack of the two, the white wolf killer could still hurt him.

Damn bastard, obviously strong, pretending to be a white wolf killer who knows nothing. This is obviously pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Liu Bao sighed secretly with bad luck, but this was a duel, life and death, and he could not tolerate his defeat. He secretly gave Jilu a strange look, and regardless of whether he could understand it or not, he raised his tomahawk to raise his fighting spirit and cut at Ling Li, which looked quite tragic.

In the square, no one looks down on this silver-faced swordsman of the white wolf level. Some curious killers have inquired about Ling Wei's identity.

Cut it out with an axe, and the fat man Liu Bao did not dare to use all his strength. His eyes flashed and sometimes glanced at the disease behind Ling Wei. I hope that idiot can understand what I mean.

Ling has reinsert the broken sword into the scabbard. He holds a dark sword in his left and dances a golden sword in his right hand. The sword shadows are intertwined, and the two different colors of brilliance shine in the air. Under the sun, with his blue sensitivity, it is indescribably strange.

Ling opened his bow left and right, and the two swords were either split horizontally, obliquely stabbed, or simply cut head-on. Although it seemed that there was no rules and no trick to speak of. But even so, the axe Liu Bao can only be tired of struggling and has no ability to fight back, or he has never thought of countering back.

Looking at the retreating fat man forced by the silver-faced swordsman, he kept staring at himself at the risk of being hit. No matter how stupid Jilu was, he wanted to let himself cooperate with him. But now I don't have weapons on me.

"No. Take it." It seems that someone has seen through Jilu's voice. Suddenly, with a jingle, a silver tomahawk was thrown out of the onlookers and landed firmly in front of the bearded man. Jilu was stunned and looked at the inexplicably thrown battle axe, and his heart was very contradictory.

If you don't take action, when the silver-faced swordsman defeats Liu Bao, maybe he will let himself go if he is in a good mood. But in this way, he has no face to hang out in this organization, and everyone knows that Jilu is a coward who begs for mercy from the enemy.

If he picks up this tomahawk and sneaks on him from behind, although it is possible to directly defeat the defenseless silver-faced swordsman, if he fails, if the two lose again, he will no longer be able to let go of himself as a "despicable villain."

This is really hard to choose! Either live secretly, or exchange life for dignity.

In the end, Jilu, who had been fighting for a long time, still stretched out his hand tremblingly. When he came into contact with the cold touch emanating from the tomahawk, a firm will suddenly ran through his whole body. Even if he can't help bleeding, his hands are more powerful at this moment. Jilu stood up slowly holding the tomahawk, just like the outbreak of the small universe, with the unique cold fighting spirit of ice attribute people all over his body. A puff of fog steamed up from him and into the air.

Bing Bingzhan! With a moment of silence in his heart, Ji Lu quietly approached Ling Li. It was not until only ten meters away from the two fighting that they jumped up and stimulated all the fighting spirit in the body, and the fighting spirit of the ice in the meridians was almost drained.

"Flame Chopping!" While resisting Ling Li's attack, he paid attention to Liu Bao, a fat man who was active in Jilu. When he saw Jilu's fighting spirit, he was happy. First, he quietly continued to fight against Ling Li's attack. When Jilu's cold fighting spirit was almost covering the silver-faced swordsman, he suddenly counterattacked and shouted at Ling Li.

Two senior axes, the flame axe skill and the ice-cold axe skill are reflected one after the other, but it is really a double heaven of ice and fire! Seeing that the axe skills of two different attributes were about to devour Ling Li, a fine light burst out of the eyes of the silver-faced swordsman.