Chapter two hundred and thirteenth treasure house guardian (nine)
Why don’t you have a monthly pass? What do you think of the sponsor? Muhou Black Hand
The jade ruler slashed forward. It was simple, but not very neat. The bright golden light turned into golden flames and divided into ten parts, aiming at a purple shadow.
This is one of the middle-aged man's special skills, called "Ten Cuts of Golden Flame". The flames can lock onto 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, Ziying's figure moved. It wasn't that it was rushing towards the middle-aged Hong man, nor was it spreading out a rolling cold current, but that thousands of identical beautiful figures were spawned in an instant towards Hongzhong.
The young people glanced away, holding their swords and smiling lightly, or looking at each other coldly, or with expressionless faces, making it impossible to tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.
"What a terrifying phantom technique!"
The middle-aged man Hong secretly praised, feeling quite helpless. 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 situation 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, smashing and destroying the phantoms one after another.
But Zi Ying's true body was not hit. The middle-aged man was not in a hurry. He knew that Zi Ying's true 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 is very confident that within the wind and rain-proof range of his body, Ziying will not have such a chance. When he destroys the phantom, it will 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 is surprising. The red middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and the black cloud 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 on one point in any order! The red middle-aged man's body-protecting light armor burst out
The light spot was pierced, and the purple shadow's double blades pierced into the red middle-aged man's body.
It's just a pity that the Purple Shadow stabbing site was originally on the left side of the middle-aged man's back. It was intended to penetrate into the middle-aged man's chest, but when the middle-aged man swung his ruler in reverse, the left side of his back was tilted downwards, and 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.
Protected by armor, Ziying only had blood coming from the corner of his mouth and was knocked away by the jade ruler, so he was not seriously injured.
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 its hand and suddenly had a wind sword towards the middle-aged red man. At this moment, the whole
The Golden Square is like a sea of wind and swords.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect"! To be continued.