Boy, stop hiding, I don’t have time to accompany you Moji, come out and get to die!
Black face pressed towards the wall, clasped the short knife in his right hand, trying to anger Russell with words and let him show up on his own initiative.
Suddenly, a cold palpitation came, and the black face subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes locked in the corner of the wall in front of him, holding his breath and not daring to breathe.
What's going on? What happened behind the wall? Is this breath... an illusion?
The black face's throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear of losing his life on the spot if he was not careful.
Just now, he suddenly noticed an extremely powerful sword power rising behind the wall, with sword energy scattered everywhere, and in a daze, it seemed that there was an invisible sword energy rushing straight into the sky.
No, it's not an illusion!
The black face looked at the top of his head, and his eyelids twitched, and the cloud covering the moon was really cut open.The straight cut marks of the broken clouds are like a pair of big hands measuring them with a ruler and then cutting them with a paper cutter.
The moon was as bright as water, and it was like a stream of silver flowing, spreading little by little on the ground in front of his black face, making his heart cold.
Who is... pretending to be a ghost, come out quickly!
The cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and the black face secretly warned himself that behind the wall was a snatcher, who could at most be able to slap the sword. It was impossible to have such momentum. The strange phenomenon in the sky was just a scary trick.
That's right, that's it, I can't scare me!
Click!Click!
The unpredictable footsteps were like thunder in the black face who was fully alert, and he hurriedly looked at them.
The figure walked out of the shadow, and as the moonlight slowly spread, a white ancient costume revealed the whole picture from bottom to top.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a straight knife in his right hand. Although he had not seen the true face, his black face had already made up for his graceful image.
You...Who are you?
Ximen Chuxue!
Hearing this, black face's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart trembled in fear. He subconsciously chose to believe it, but after three seconds, his face suddenly changed.
Sometimes it was blue and white, and colorful flashed one by one, and finally the whole face turned into a pig's liver color. I held up three words with my neck thick: You fart!
The madman is rude!
Russell walked from the shadows to the moon with a straight knife, wrapped in silver, and a white dress that flowed around, and felt extremely good about himself.
Originally, he wanted to use the high tail slash to give Blackface a fatal blow, but the system informed him that it could not be used, and said that it was possible to replace it with the fat man who escaped.
Russell sneered at this. It wasn't that he discriminated against fat people. When that guy used Feng Shen's legs, two pieces of fat on his chest were flying up and down and crackling. What qualifications are there to use a dreamy jump?
Russell felt that he was discriminated against, so he used Ximen Chuxue's character card in anger, which also covered his skin.
A sword comes from the west, falling flowers blowing snow!
The sword god smiled and moved the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods!
This must cover the skin Ah!
Looking at the white clothes on his body, Russell was inflating himself, but he still didn't show any smile on his face. He couldn't chuck lightly when his beauty was beautiful, and he smiled and turned his penis away.
fart!You are not Ximen Chuxue, how could the Sword God be a bald person...
Noisy!
Russell shouted softly, and the straight knife in his hand deflected, reflecting a ray of moonlight.
The black-faced voice stopped abruptly, bloodstained on the neck, a human head rolled to the ground, and his body was still standing straight in place.
So strong, is this the Sword God...
Russell closed his eyes and realized that he was equipped with Ximen Chuxue behind the Forbidden City Top, and his sword path had entered the realm of no swords.Not to mention that the straight sword in his hand was a straight sword, even if there was nothing, it was a sword god that no one could surpass.
Because Ximen Chuxue's sword has been integrated with humans, as long as people are there, all things in the world are swords!
Without further ado, I have to find someone to deepen my understanding of the realm of the Sword God.Russell looked forward and saw that Ximen Chuxue's sword could only kill people, and he could only use blood to sacrifice his sword.
Under the moonlight, Russell's body suddenly faded, his body movements were almost invisible, and the surroundings were calm, and only the clouds in the sky were torn apart bit by bit.
……
In front of the warehouse, after experiencing the baptism of a row of individual cloud bombs, the scene was already in chaos.
Not only did the warehouse collapse, but the surrounding houses were also devastated, with smoke everywhere, and groans from time to time.
The reincarnations who were almost dead and still alive were greedily breathing the thin air, and were plotted by Fan Bo for a moment of carelessness. Fortunately, those among them had wind power, otherwise they would end up tonight.
Fan Bo, who created the explosion, collapsed on the ground with stiffness and frozen by liquid nitrogen, completely turning into a popsicle.
You bastard are quite capable, why can't you?An angry reincarnationist raised his foot and stepped heavily on Fan Bo's waist, kicking the ice in half.
OK, don't waste your energy, he's dead.Among the reincarnation people, the thin man covered his left eye and was also very scared.
Captain, he is a liquid metal robot, and the temperature will recover later if it rises...
It's useless. He got a monthly reading twice in a day, and his mental power was broken and he was completely dead.The thin man is the owner of the Maneidoscope Sharingan and the captain of one of the teams.
The captain of another team, the wind-type abilities, has gathered the team members at this moment.
The two groups of people were clearly separated, and they were on guard against each other, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.The reason is very simple. Both parties are disagreeing in person, and it is difficult to persist in the cooperation agreement reached verbally.
The thin man sarcastically said coldly: Fenglong, what is this for? The enemy's remnants are about to turn against each other before they are cleaned up?
A wind-type abilities named Fenglong licked the corner of his mouth: You don’t have to worry about the remnants, I have sent someone to clean it up, and it’s almost time to calculate it.
The thin man's face darkened when he heard this: Fenglong, we agreed before that whoever contributes more will get more people. You are not moral!
This is also out of helplessness, who made you famous!
Humph, each other!The thin man showed off the three magma in his pupils, glanced around and no one dared to look at him, and said arrogantly: Fenglong, is the decisive battle going to begin now?
Don’t pretend, use the kaleidoscope twice in a day, I don’t believe you dare to open your eyes again!
After Feng Long finished speaking, the thin man's face became even more gloomy: You can try it out, my real trump card has not appeared yet!
Who is not Ah!
The two captains confronted each other verbally, and the players were also tense and the form was about to break out.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. Everyone looked in confusion and saw that the cracks in the dark clouds were neatly made, as if they were cut by sharp blades.
Who is it?
Fenglong and the thin man reacted first and shouted loudly to the ruins of the warehouse.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared on the ruins, with a straight sword in white, cold and sword energy soaring into the sky.
Sword is the holy product of ancient times, the supreme and noble, and all humans and gods are respected!
Sword is the king of all soldiers and the ancestor of short-sighted soldiers!
All the princes, emperors, scholars, knights, merchants and common people all took pride in perseverance.Of course...
A sword is a weapon!
Russell stood with a knife, and saw the people below who were stunned, and praised Ximen Chuxue's character again. He deserved to be a magic sword. He just pulled a few words of classical Chinese and his style rose slowly.
Feng Long's face was covered in black, and pointed at Russell and cursed: "Mystery Ah!"Ask who you are?
Russell raised his straight knife, gently buckled the blade with his fingertips, and said coldly: Sword God, Ximen Chuxue!
puff!
A reincarnation person couldn't help but squirt it out directly, and the rest couldn't help laughing and laughed happily.
Uncle, before saying that he is the Sword God, please look in the mirror first!
That is, don’t pretend to be a hero in the Mediterranean.
MD, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to laugh to death!
Listening to everyone's complaints, Russell was a little stunned. The breeze blew, which made his scalp cool and he subconsciously looked at Shidao.
It looks like this and it's not good.
As fast as a mirror, a swordsman in white appeared on the blade. He was middle-aged and had a vicissitudes of life. This was not the key. The key was that Ximen Chuxue in the mirror was combed with a hairstyle that was difficult to support.
It is true that long hair is floating, but only black and straight and long on all sides. What the hell is it that a piece of bald in the middle?
Even if I'm bald, I'm still combed the long hair on both sides into the middle. When the wind blew, it was flying all over the sky, which was extremely eye-catching...
Russell: …
Black face pressed towards the wall, clasped the short knife in his right hand, trying to anger Russell with words and let him show up on his own initiative.
Suddenly, a cold palpitation came, and the black face subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes locked in the corner of the wall in front of him, holding his breath and not daring to breathe.
What's going on? What happened behind the wall? Is this breath... an illusion?
The black face's throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear of losing his life on the spot if he was not careful.
Just now, he suddenly noticed an extremely powerful sword power rising behind the wall, with sword energy scattered everywhere, and in a daze, it seemed that there was an invisible sword energy rushing straight into the sky.
No, it's not an illusion!
The black face looked at the top of his head, and his eyelids twitched, and the cloud covering the moon was really cut open.The straight cut marks of the broken clouds are like a pair of big hands measuring them with a ruler and then cutting them with a paper cutter.
The moon was as bright as water, and it was like a stream of silver flowing, spreading little by little on the ground in front of his black face, making his heart cold.
Who is... pretending to be a ghost, come out quickly!
The cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and the black face secretly warned himself that behind the wall was a snatcher, who could at most be able to slap the sword. It was impossible to have such momentum. The strange phenomenon in the sky was just a scary trick.
That's right, that's it, I can't scare me!
Click!Click!
The unpredictable footsteps were like thunder in the black face who was fully alert, and he hurriedly looked at them.
The figure walked out of the shadow, and as the moonlight slowly spread, a white ancient costume revealed the whole picture from bottom to top.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a straight knife in his right hand. Although he had not seen the true face, his black face had already made up for his graceful image.
You...Who are you?
Ximen Chuxue!
Hearing this, black face's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart trembled in fear. He subconsciously chose to believe it, but after three seconds, his face suddenly changed.
Sometimes it was blue and white, and colorful flashed one by one, and finally the whole face turned into a pig's liver color. I held up three words with my neck thick: You fart!
The madman is rude!
Russell walked from the shadows to the moon with a straight knife, wrapped in silver, and a white dress that flowed around, and felt extremely good about himself.
Originally, he wanted to use the high tail slash to give Blackface a fatal blow, but the system informed him that it could not be used, and said that it was possible to replace it with the fat man who escaped.
Russell sneered at this. It wasn't that he discriminated against fat people. When that guy used Feng Shen's legs, two pieces of fat on his chest were flying up and down and crackling. What qualifications are there to use a dreamy jump?
Russell felt that he was discriminated against, so he used Ximen Chuxue's character card in anger, which also covered his skin.
A sword comes from the west, falling flowers blowing snow!
The sword god smiled and moved the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods!
This must cover the skin Ah!
Looking at the white clothes on his body, Russell was inflating himself, but he still didn't show any smile on his face. He couldn't chuck lightly when his beauty was beautiful, and he smiled and turned his penis away.
fart!You are not Ximen Chuxue, how could the Sword God be a bald person...
Noisy!
Russell shouted softly, and the straight knife in his hand deflected, reflecting a ray of moonlight.
The black-faced voice stopped abruptly, bloodstained on the neck, a human head rolled to the ground, and his body was still standing straight in place.
So strong, is this the Sword God...
Russell closed his eyes and realized that he was equipped with Ximen Chuxue behind the Forbidden City Top, and his sword path had entered the realm of no swords.Not to mention that the straight sword in his hand was a straight sword, even if there was nothing, it was a sword god that no one could surpass.
Because Ximen Chuxue's sword has been integrated with humans, as long as people are there, all things in the world are swords!
Without further ado, I have to find someone to deepen my understanding of the realm of the Sword God.Russell looked forward and saw that Ximen Chuxue's sword could only kill people, and he could only use blood to sacrifice his sword.
Under the moonlight, Russell's body suddenly faded, his body movements were almost invisible, and the surroundings were calm, and only the clouds in the sky were torn apart bit by bit.
……
In front of the warehouse, after experiencing the baptism of a row of individual cloud bombs, the scene was already in chaos.
Not only did the warehouse collapse, but the surrounding houses were also devastated, with smoke everywhere, and groans from time to time.
The reincarnations who were almost dead and still alive were greedily breathing the thin air, and were plotted by Fan Bo for a moment of carelessness. Fortunately, those among them had wind power, otherwise they would end up tonight.
Fan Bo, who created the explosion, collapsed on the ground with stiffness and frozen by liquid nitrogen, completely turning into a popsicle.
You bastard are quite capable, why can't you?An angry reincarnationist raised his foot and stepped heavily on Fan Bo's waist, kicking the ice in half.
OK, don't waste your energy, he's dead.Among the reincarnation people, the thin man covered his left eye and was also very scared.
Captain, he is a liquid metal robot, and the temperature will recover later if it rises...
It's useless. He got a monthly reading twice in a day, and his mental power was broken and he was completely dead.The thin man is the owner of the Maneidoscope Sharingan and the captain of one of the teams.
The captain of another team, the wind-type abilities, has gathered the team members at this moment.
The two groups of people were clearly separated, and they were on guard against each other, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.The reason is very simple. Both parties are disagreeing in person, and it is difficult to persist in the cooperation agreement reached verbally.
The thin man sarcastically said coldly: Fenglong, what is this for? The enemy's remnants are about to turn against each other before they are cleaned up?
A wind-type abilities named Fenglong licked the corner of his mouth: You don’t have to worry about the remnants, I have sent someone to clean it up, and it’s almost time to calculate it.
The thin man's face darkened when he heard this: Fenglong, we agreed before that whoever contributes more will get more people. You are not moral!
This is also out of helplessness, who made you famous!
Humph, each other!The thin man showed off the three magma in his pupils, glanced around and no one dared to look at him, and said arrogantly: Fenglong, is the decisive battle going to begin now?
Don’t pretend, use the kaleidoscope twice in a day, I don’t believe you dare to open your eyes again!
After Feng Long finished speaking, the thin man's face became even more gloomy: You can try it out, my real trump card has not appeared yet!
Who is not Ah!
The two captains confronted each other verbally, and the players were also tense and the form was about to break out.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. Everyone looked in confusion and saw that the cracks in the dark clouds were neatly made, as if they were cut by sharp blades.
Who is it?
Fenglong and the thin man reacted first and shouted loudly to the ruins of the warehouse.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared on the ruins, with a straight sword in white, cold and sword energy soaring into the sky.
Sword is the holy product of ancient times, the supreme and noble, and all humans and gods are respected!
Sword is the king of all soldiers and the ancestor of short-sighted soldiers!
All the princes, emperors, scholars, knights, merchants and common people all took pride in perseverance.Of course...
A sword is a weapon!
Russell stood with a knife, and saw the people below who were stunned, and praised Ximen Chuxue's character again. He deserved to be a magic sword. He just pulled a few words of classical Chinese and his style rose slowly.
Feng Long's face was covered in black, and pointed at Russell and cursed: "Mystery Ah!"Ask who you are?
Russell raised his straight knife, gently buckled the blade with his fingertips, and said coldly: Sword God, Ximen Chuxue!
puff!
A reincarnation person couldn't help but squirt it out directly, and the rest couldn't help laughing and laughed happily.
Uncle, before saying that he is the Sword God, please look in the mirror first!
That is, don’t pretend to be a hero in the Mediterranean.
MD, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to laugh to death!
Listening to everyone's complaints, Russell was a little stunned. The breeze blew, which made his scalp cool and he subconsciously looked at Shidao.
It looks like this and it's not good.
As fast as a mirror, a swordsman in white appeared on the blade. He was middle-aged and had a vicissitudes of life. This was not the key. The key was that Ximen Chuxue in the mirror was combed with a hairstyle that was difficult to support.
It is true that long hair is floating, but only black and straight and long on all sides. What the hell is it that a piece of bald in the middle?
Even if I'm bald, I'm still combed the long hair on both sides into the middle. When the wind blew, it was flying all over the sky, which was extremely eye-catching...
Russell: …
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