The Sword King walked out slowly from the center of the golden ripples, his murderous intent boiling.
The Dharma King saw this and single-clicked a six in the LAN: "If you can't beat them, call for help, right?"
Thousand Faces: "Now it's my turn, watch my great summoning technique!"
Qin Ze didn't care.
Anyway, it's a free thug, don't use it.
The believer's clone hiding behind the preacher was trembling all over.
Not afraid, but excited.
"Oh my goodness!"
"So I'm the real male lead!"
"Now I'm standing in the C position of the movie!"
"Our ordinary clones can also stand out!"
The believer's clone was talking nonsense.
The Dharma King said lightly: "You'd better stand far away."
"Be careful that Lao Dao will take you away with a normal attack later."
The believer's clone said arrogantly: "Lao Dao wants to kill me, first get past my son!"
Although he didn't understand why the preacher treated him like a treasure.
But his intuition told him that the preacher would definitely ensure his safety before lying down.
The preacher looked up at the sword king in the sky and sighed helplessly.
"I still couldn't get around it after all."
"I didn't want to meet you at this moment."
But Lao Dao didn't say a word of nonsense. He pulled out another sword behind him and hit the preacher.
A white sword energy of dozens of meters was like a crescent moon, and it pressed on the preacher's head in the blink of an eye.
The preacher snorted coldly, and the ruby on the cane shone brightly.
The sword that was originally against it was suddenly bounced up by an invisible force and chopped on the incoming sword energy.
With a "boom" sound, the sword energy was split into two by the sword.
The broken sword energy turned into dozens of sections, rushing in all directions in a disorderly manner.
The buildings within a radius of 100 meters around the intersection were turned into ruins under the impact of the violent sword energy.
Fortunately, this place is the outskirts of Snow City, and it is daytime, so there are not many people.
The preacher stood in front of the believer's clone and blocked all the attacks.
As for the clone, it was just that the turbulence blew up his hair.
The preacher looked back at him and grinned.
The clone couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body, and he especially wanted to punch that underfunded face hard.
Qin Ze held Miss Sword Box in his arms as a shield, and he was also unharmed.
"The gap between level nine and level nine is really bigger than the gap between humans and Dahei."
The clones couldn't help but sigh again and again when they saw this.
"Lao Dao's friendly damage is really terrifying."
"One normal attack, no grass will grow within a hundred meters."
"Can you turn off the friendly damage?"
"It's no use calling Brother Jie."
"..."
The Sword King recalled the sword, holding one in each hand.
Immediately, he rushed down like a daytime meteor, breaking through the void.
The believer's clone felt that he was pushed dozens of meters away by a gentle force.
As soon as he stopped, the translucent black shield wrapped him tightly like a cocoon.
The clone patted it hard, and the shield was as thick as the city wall.
"Is there anyone to save me!"
The King of Fa joked: "He really loves you. He never forgets to protect you before fighting."
Qianmian immediately encouraged: "The egg broken from the outside is food, and the egg broken from the inside is an eagle. Come on!"
The clone had a sad face: "Who said that the one broken from the inside is an eagle? It may also be because."
Bang——
A shock wave suddenly hit the "eggshell", and the clone did not move at all. It was the old knife that fell to the ground.
The two swords were swung out by him. Countless afterimages, and a series of explosions were heard after they were slashed out.
The evangelist's hand speed was also amazing. He could always use his cane to accurately block the blade of the knife king.
The red light of the gem flashed, and dozens of black fireballs whizzed out.
The knife king didn't even dodge, letting the fireballs explode on his body without a hum, and the speed of his hands remained unchanged.
Qin Ze, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but sigh that Lao Dao was really fierce in close combat.
Unlike "Three Seconds Real Man", Qin Ze found that Lao Dao became more and more courageous in the battle.
Not only did his blood not decrease at all, but it was steadily increasing.
The falling swords were also more fierce and faster.
Qin Ze murmured to himself: "Is this Lao Dao's ability?"
The evangelist was suppressed and kept retreating.
Wherever the two passed, buildings collapsed one after another, and everything was razed to the ground.
The preacher praised: "You have a good talent and are qualified to be the servant of my Lord."
"You should not be confined to this small world. Serve Allah, and He will let you break through the limits of martial arts."
The Sword King said nothing and chopped his head with a heavy sword.
Buzz——
The pure black shield condensed, although it touchedIt broke, but also bounced the sword back.
"Crazy Sword Slash!"
The Sword King shouted.
The blood was injected into the sword.
It was only two swords, but they raised a continuous sword shadow, as if hundreds of swords were attacking at the same time.
The face of the preacher gradually became solemn. He could not keep up with the speed of the Sword King.
The blade kept falling on his body, leaving deep scars that could be seen to the bone, and the black cloak was almost torn to pieces.
It has only been two minutes since the Sword King came to the present, and the old sword has gained an overwhelming advantage.
Seeing this, the clone in the eggshell couldn't help but say: "My son is going to die."
The hunters and a team of gray coats happened to search nearby, and they rushed over after hearing the sound of fighting.
The edge looked at the black-robed man who was almost beaten to pieces, and said lightly: "Is that guy the preacher? Too bad."
The two ninth-level warriors fought head-on. The hunters and the supervisors did not dare to get close, and could only watch from afar.
Lu Tongtong first saw Qin Ze holding Miss Jianxie as a shield, and then the eye-catching "black egg".
When she saw the clone wearing a beast mask in the egg, she was stunned.
"Look over there."
Lu Tongtong came back to her senses and said to the other hunters.
Bianbian Huashui and others immediately looked over, and like Lu Tongtong, they were all stunned.
Wang Biao couldn't believe it: "Is that... a circus?!"
In the battle three years ago, the circus, including the leader, was completely wiped out.
At this moment, a person who was obviously dressed as a circus member appeared in front of them.
Bianbian Huashui couldn't help but clench his fists: "Ask him whether the trainer is dead or not."
The scholar seemed very calm: "You go and ask?"
Looking at the sword energy and shock waves that swept from time to time, Bianbian Huashui loosened his fists.
Although he was fast, the aftermath of the battle of the ninth-level warrior was too dense, and there was no place to stand.
Lu Tongtong looked at the clone in the eggshell, and then looked at Qin Ze who was holding the sword box, wondering what he was thinking.
Bang——
There was a sudden explosion in the center of the battlefield, and it was the sword of the Sword King that broke through the shield and stabbed into the chest of the Preacher.
The Sword King did not give the opponent any chance to breathe, and turned his wrist violently and pushed upward.
The upper body of the Preacher, including his head, was forcibly split along the midline of the body.