Chapter two hundred and thirteenth treasure house guardian (nine)
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The jade ruler struck forward. It was crisp, but not very neat. The bright golden light turned into golden flames and divided into ten parts, targeting a purple shadow.
This is one of the special skills of the middle-aged man Hong, called "Ten Cuts of Golden Flame". The flames can lock the target's aura and will not stop until it hits the target.
"Bang!"
A golden flame hit Ziying, and Ziying's figure disappeared instantly.
Dead? The middle-aged red man was a little surprised.
But he got the answer the next moment. Not far away from the disappearance of the purple shadow, another purple shadow appeared.
What a quick reaction! What agility! The red middle-aged man secretly praised it.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Nine golden flames destroyed nine more figures.
But Ziying's figure still appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man Hong.
The next moment, the purple shadow's figure moved. It wasn't rushing towards the middle-aged red man, nor was it sending out a rolling cold current, but in an instant, thousands of identical shadows were spawned and were rushing towards the middle-aged red man.
Some hold the blade and smile lightly, or look at each other coldly, or their faces are expressionless, and it is impossible to tell which is true and which is false.
"What a terrifying phantom technique!"
The middle-aged man Hong secretly praised, feeling helpless in his heart. If he were not restrained by the power of the soul ground out by the soul millstone, with his powerful soul power, it would not be difficult to distinguish Ziying's true body from thousands of phantoms.
But now, he can only act according to the circumstances and deal with every phantom as if it were his real body.
He waved his ruler calmly, sweeping around him with the force of the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, destroying the phantoms one after another.
However, Ziying's real body was not hit. The middle-aged man Hong was not in a hurry. He knew that Ziying's real body would not appear so soon, and he would definitely wait among the phantoms, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to him.
He was very confident that within the wind and rain-proof range of his body, Ziying would not have such a chance. When he destroyed the phantoms one by one, it would be his time to counterattack.
But the middle-aged red man underestimated the weirdness of the purple shadow's movement. "Crack!" As soon as the middle-aged red man destroyed a phantom, he felt a chill rising from his back.
Ziying's real body appeared behind the middle-aged man like a ghost, stabbing the middle-aged man's back with both blades!
The unexpected in the determination can be surprising. The red middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and Xuanyun Jade Ruler swept back.
The reaction of the middle-aged red man was not unpleasant. But Ziying's double blades had already stabbed him! And it was not stabbed in two places, but in one point in any order! The middle-aged red man's body-protecting light armor burst out with light.
The point was pierced, and Ziying's double blades pierced into the red middle-aged man's body.
It's just a pity that the Purple Shadow stabbed was originally on the left side of the middle-aged man's back. It was intended to penetrate the chest of the middle-aged man, but when the middle-aged man swung his ruler back and swept his left back downwards, the double blades penetrated.
The left shoulder of a red middle-aged man.
At the same time, Xuanyun Jade Ruler also struck Ziying's chest. Even though the Eight-Star Dou Emperor's strike was just a strike, it was very powerful. Fortunately, it was just a strike, and fortunately Ziying had a stone.
The armor protects the body. Ziying only had blood from the corner of his mouth and was knocked away by the jade ruler. There is no serious problem.
How could the middle-aged red man be allowed to use his fighting skills to chase the purple shadow? How could he not try to make the injured middle-aged red man even worse? The storm raised his hand, and suddenly a wind sword with a handle was directed at the middle-aged red man. This
For a moment, the entire golden square was like a sea of wind and swords.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan"! (To be continued.)