() The night color became more and more scarlet, as if it had sensed some evil spirit and resonated with it.
A low growl.
The black-clothed female ninja closed her eyes and suddenly opened them. A bright light flickered in her eyes, and a scarlet evil dot suddenly lit up. The ghost blade in her hand that exuded scarlet light also suddenly exuded blood red.
After she screamed in low voices, the blood-red ghost blade was split into two in an instant. One sword was held in each hand, and it suddenly transformed into the two-sword style of the Oriental style.
The Two Swordsman School is the supreme swordsmanship in the East. Most Japanese swordsmen use one sword. There are very few swordsmen who can control two swords at the same time. This is just because it is more difficult to control two swords than one sword.
, and sometimes you may even injure yourself by mistake.
Two-sword style... Mandala's eyes were extremely calm, and he looked calmly at the scarlet ghost blade known as the terrifying demon sword in the hands of the black-clothed female ninja.
There may be some slight flaw.
Even if there is a slight flaw, Mandala will not let it go, because she is an A-level alien species and has a keen perception that is multiple times higher than that of ordinary people.
Blood light flashed, and a cold smile flashed across the face of the black-clothed female ninja. Her red eyes stared at the motionless Mandala as if looking at prey. She smiled coldly and said: "Stand still.
Dong Dong, could it be that...you have already realized something? Could it be that, under the Two-Sword Style, you still decided to fight me alone?"
"Yes, I have the consciousness and the consciousness to kill you. I am enough to deal with you, and there is no need for Junzhi to take action! Junzhi's strength is not worthy of someone like you." Man Man
Tuoluo stood quietly, clenching the cicada-wing blade in his hand with a calm look in his eyes, as if he was looking at death, as if he didn't care whether the ghost sword was a one-sword attack or a two-sword style.
A cold and unusually confident smile appeared on the lips of the black-clothed female ninja. She frowned slightly and cursed in an Asian language. She held the two bloody blades tightly with both hands, pointed the blades upward, and stabbed towards the sky. She shouted
Roaring, the sound was huge, and the momentum was enough. Under the strong momentum, her body turned at a high speed, and the two swords danced out in a series, vertically and horizontally, brought the two swords together, and slashed towards the mandala with two swords in the air.
.
Zheng...
The two of them clashed again! A faint sound wave swayed out!
Mandala's expression remained unchanged, holding the cicada wing blade with one hand to fight the danger of the blade breaking, and he just took the violent slash from top to bottom, and there was another click, and the crisp weapons intersected.
The sound echoed in this vast oasis.
The Cicada Wing Blade unexpectedly had a gap under the opponent's violent chop. Mandala still stared at the female ninja in black quietly. In their eyes, they had no other intention except to kill the opponent under the knife!
The black-clothed female ninja let out a low roar and put more force on her hands, but then she was shocked to see that Mandala's power was also gradually increasing.
Click...
The edge of the cicada wing blade once again cracked. If the cicada wing blade were to hit it again, it would probably be broken.
"Your sword is about to break." The female ninja in black sneered.
"It will not break." Mandala said calmly.
Mandala's eyes were cold, and he shouted in his mouth. Another palm suddenly came out and pushed hard to the shoulder of the black-clothed female ninja. An irresistible impact pushed the black-clothed female ninja into the air.
He walked out and retreated for dozens of steps before barely standing firm.
The female ninja in black was surprised. She never expected that under such strong pressure, Mandala's other hand still had some strength left. The female ninja in black restrained her mind from being disturbed by the opponent, and struck the ground with both swords.
Cutting, there was an aura, and under the ground, the sword energy actually escaped.
"The Secret of the Two-Sword Style! The air blade breaks the army." The female ninja in black had a weird posture, a weird angle of sword release, and a weird air blade earth escape. With a low roar, she held the two swords in her hands upside down and slashed at the ground.
Cut, a crack was cut in the turf in an instant, ten red air blades broke through the ground, and rushed towards the mandala from different directions.
Mandala moved back, frowned, and calmly ignored the impact of the other nine air blades in the ground. He used one arm to spray blood and crossed one of the air blades. He instantly rushed to the woman in black.
In front of the ninja, the black-clothed female ninja panicked and slashed with her two swords. Due to the secret move just now, her strength was greatly reduced and she had not yet recovered. Mandala just slashed with one move and pushed the opponent's two swords away.
Mandala stretched out his remaining hand, pinched the neck of the female ninja in black, and raised it directly.
The female ninja in black panicked and kicked wildly in the air.
"You...you are simply not human. You even tried to get close to me even though you had a broken arm." The female ninja in black struggled, squinting at Mandala's broken arm and managed to speak out from her throat.
This sentence.
"Breaking an arm is nothing to me. As for me not being a human being, you know it's too late." Mandala's eyes were calm, and he put more force in his hands. He heard a click, and the black clothes were broken in an instant.
On the neck of the female ninja, the female ninja in black let out a hiccup, opened her eyes wide, and then died. The demon sword glowing with evil red light in her hand also fell to the ground and was inserted into the ground, instantly losing its demonic light.
Mandala loosened the neck of the female ninja in black, hugged the body, and threw it out. It rolled far away on the ground. Then, Mandala walked towards his broken arm and picked it up.
, was thrown into the lake, splashing little ripples, as if it was not his own arm.
Jing Jing covered her mouth, her heart ached, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes. She quickly ran to Mandala's side and looked at her right arm, which was still dripping with blood, and it was broken at the shoulder level.
Jing Jing shed tears, took off his coat, and carefully bandaged Mandala's broken shoulder. The bleeding stopped in an instant.
"It's okay, it will grow back." Mandala looked at Jingjing calmly and said.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Jing Jing cried.
"It doesn't hurt! I can't feel the pain." When Mandala said this calmly, there was a hint of unknown emotion.
Li Ling sighed slightly, knowing that the alien race is a special race that has been inoculated with the DNA of God's Arm. They can't feel pain, their heartbeats will always remain at a constant speed, and their brain thinking will always be fixed and patterned!
They don't feel pain, they don't have a racing heartbeat, they don't know the emotions.
If God is like this, then who would want to be God?
Li Ling looked at the night sky full of stars and sighed slightly. He also sighed slightly when he looked at the body of the female ninja in black who was killed by Mandala.
Then, a puff of green smoke came out from among the grass, and the body of the black-clothed female ninja gradually turned into blood after death. It seemed that these ninjas, in order to keep their secrets after death, had injected her into their bodies.
Some kind of corrosive potion that will break open upon certain death.
