Chapter: 673
Ling Xiaodao sneered, and poked behind the Longyi Dao in his left hand, as if eyes had grown in his back, directly blocking the bloody spear from behind.
"The Secret Tome of the Demon Moon: Blood Crash Style!"
Zhuo Wen's clear and low voice sounded, and the energy of the blood-colored gun dissipated instantly. A huge phantom of the blood-colored gun fell from the void, and the powerful force was directly attached to the blood-colored gun, making the power of the blood-colored gun increase to the extreme .
Feeling the sudden increase in power behind him, Ling Xiaodao's complexion changed slightly, and he waved the Longyi Dao with his right hand lightly, and countless hurricanes of sword light swept to the rear, directly blocking the bloody gun shadow, while he stomped on the sole of his foot and stepped back more than ten steps , and then looked at Zhuo Wen not far away with serious eyes.
This Zhuo Wen's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, and it made him a little embarrassed.
"Some skills, it depends on whether you have the ability to withstand my next move!"
Ling Xiaodao's eyes became serious, and with a step on the sole of his foot, his whole body spun like a hurricane, and flew straight towards Zhuo Wen, the Dragon Will Swords in his hands were almost at their limit.
"Blaster Blade Technique! Die for me, Zhuowen."
bang bang bang!
Not to be outdone, Zhuo Wen picked up the gun and rushed forward, the knife and the gun collided instantly, the crisp sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and countless sparks overflowed.
"So fast!"
At the moment of the collision, Zhuowen backed up again and again, because Ling Xiaodao was swinging the knife faster than at the beginning, and the violent bombardment was like a hurricane raging, directly and endlessly bombarding Zhuowen's bloody gun .
Keng Keng Keng!
Zhuowen's face changed drastically, each knife of Ling Xiaodao was as heavy as a mountain, which made Zhuowen feel unable to support himself.
"Wind Dance!"
"Slash against the wind!"
"Whirlwind combo!"
"Hurricane Strike!"
"..."
One move after another, the saber technique was continuously used from Ling Xiaodao's hands, and the saber technique became more and more fierce and ruthless, like a continuous hurricane.
Zhuo Wen retreated again and again, until he was more than ten meters away, his face flushed suddenly, and his breath became a little disordered.
"The last move, Lianfeng's two consecutive slashes!"
Ling Xiaodao yelled out the last move, kicked his feet on the ground, and his whole body rotated 720 degrees in the sky. The two dragon-like swords in both hands spun swiftly like a big fan, and finally blasted down like a meteor.
boom!
Zhuo Wen's complexion changed slightly, the blood gun swung upwards, Ling Xiaodao's slash finally hit the blood gun, a loud and crisp sound like ringing a bell sounded, countless air waves burst out, and sparks shot out everywhere.
Click!
The sound of glass shattering sounded, and Zhuo Wen's pupils shrunk immediately to see the handle of the Yaoyue Dragon's Back Spear, and a few cracks began to appear, and then the cracks spread rapidly, and finally dissipated into a piece of powder.
"Haha! Zhuowen, you who lost your weapon, what else can stop me? Go to hell!"
Destroying the big bloody gun in Zhuo Wen's hand like a broken bamboo, Ling Xiaodao laughed loudly, and the two knives in his hand mercilessly struck at Zhuo Wen's chest.
However, Zhuo Wen didn't panic at all, he pinched his right hand suddenly, the blood line diffused, countless blood flames spread on his arm, and then directly punched Ling Xiaodao's double swords.
Boom!
Zhuo Wen directly stepped back dozens of steps, his hands trembling slightly, but they were intact, but Ling Xiaodao flew out directly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Why is Zhuowen's physical strength so strong?"
Stepping on the soles of his feet in the air, Ling Xiaodao swung his sword, and directly stopped the flying figure, standing lightly on the ground, looking at Zhuo Wen in front of him solemnly.
"Didn't you play well just now? Then it will be me!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't expect the Yaoyue Longji Spear to be destroyed like this. The power of Ling Xiaodao's Dragon Will Sword is really powerful, even the Yaoyue Longji Spear can't stop it at all.
Now that the Yaoyue Dragon Spine Spear was broken, Zhuo Wen no longer planned to hide his strength. The blood flames on his body burst out, and the muscles all over his body swelled, stained with layers of strange blood.
"The strength of the physical body is indeed good, but you think that you can beat me? That's too arrogant!" Ling Xiaodao sneered.
"Try it and you'll know!"
Zhuowen shook his head, pinched his left hand violently, and a stream of blue and green two-color refining fire surged out, surrounding Zhuowen, and then he stepped on the sole of his foot, and the thunder wings opened, and flew towards Ling Xiaodao directly, his face It was full of callousness. JrNovels.com
"The Secret Tome of the Demon Moon: Blood Crash Style!"
Zhuo Wen's clear and low voice sounded, and the energy of the blood-colored gun dissipated instantly. A huge phantom of the blood-colored gun fell from the void, and the powerful force was directly attached to the blood-colored gun, making the power of the blood-colored gun increase to the extreme .
Feeling the sudden increase in power behind him, Ling Xiaodao's complexion changed slightly, and he waved the Longyi Dao with his right hand lightly, and countless hurricanes of sword light swept to the rear, directly blocking the bloody gun shadow, while he stomped on the sole of his foot and stepped back more than ten steps , and then looked at Zhuo Wen not far away with serious eyes.
This Zhuo Wen's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, and it made him a little embarrassed.
"Some skills, it depends on whether you have the ability to withstand my next move!"
Ling Xiaodao's eyes became serious, and with a step on the sole of his foot, his whole body spun like a hurricane, and flew straight towards Zhuo Wen, the Dragon Will Swords in his hands were almost at their limit.
"Blaster Blade Technique! Die for me, Zhuowen."
bang bang bang!
Not to be outdone, Zhuo Wen picked up the gun and rushed forward, the knife and the gun collided instantly, the crisp sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and countless sparks overflowed.
"So fast!"
At the moment of the collision, Zhuowen backed up again and again, because Ling Xiaodao was swinging the knife faster than at the beginning, and the violent bombardment was like a hurricane raging, directly and endlessly bombarding Zhuowen's bloody gun .
Keng Keng Keng!
Zhuowen's face changed drastically, each knife of Ling Xiaodao was as heavy as a mountain, which made Zhuowen feel unable to support himself.
"Wind Dance!"
"Slash against the wind!"
"Whirlwind combo!"
"Hurricane Strike!"
"..."
One move after another, the saber technique was continuously used from Ling Xiaodao's hands, and the saber technique became more and more fierce and ruthless, like a continuous hurricane.
Zhuo Wen retreated again and again, until he was more than ten meters away, his face flushed suddenly, and his breath became a little disordered.
"The last move, Lianfeng's two consecutive slashes!"
Ling Xiaodao yelled out the last move, kicked his feet on the ground, and his whole body rotated 720 degrees in the sky. The two dragon-like swords in both hands spun swiftly like a big fan, and finally blasted down like a meteor.
boom!
Zhuo Wen's complexion changed slightly, the blood gun swung upwards, Ling Xiaodao's slash finally hit the blood gun, a loud and crisp sound like ringing a bell sounded, countless air waves burst out, and sparks shot out everywhere.
Click!
The sound of glass shattering sounded, and Zhuo Wen's pupils shrunk immediately to see the handle of the Yaoyue Dragon's Back Spear, and a few cracks began to appear, and then the cracks spread rapidly, and finally dissipated into a piece of powder.
"Haha! Zhuowen, you who lost your weapon, what else can stop me? Go to hell!"
Destroying the big bloody gun in Zhuo Wen's hand like a broken bamboo, Ling Xiaodao laughed loudly, and the two knives in his hand mercilessly struck at Zhuo Wen's chest.
However, Zhuo Wen didn't panic at all, he pinched his right hand suddenly, the blood line diffused, countless blood flames spread on his arm, and then directly punched Ling Xiaodao's double swords.
Boom!
Zhuo Wen directly stepped back dozens of steps, his hands trembling slightly, but they were intact, but Ling Xiaodao flew out directly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Why is Zhuowen's physical strength so strong?"
Stepping on the soles of his feet in the air, Ling Xiaodao swung his sword, and directly stopped the flying figure, standing lightly on the ground, looking at Zhuo Wen in front of him solemnly.
"Didn't you play well just now? Then it will be me!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't expect the Yaoyue Longji Spear to be destroyed like this. The power of Ling Xiaodao's Dragon Will Sword is really powerful, even the Yaoyue Longji Spear can't stop it at all.
Now that the Yaoyue Dragon Spine Spear was broken, Zhuo Wen no longer planned to hide his strength. The blood flames on his body burst out, and the muscles all over his body swelled, stained with layers of strange blood.
"The strength of the physical body is indeed good, but you think that you can beat me? That's too arrogant!" Ling Xiaodao sneered.
"Try it and you'll know!"
Zhuowen shook his head, pinched his left hand violently, and a stream of blue and green two-color refining fire surged out, surrounding Zhuowen, and then he stepped on the sole of his foot, and the thunder wings opened, and flew towards Ling Xiaodao directly, his face It was full of callousness. JrNovels.com
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