Chapter six hundred and seventy-ninth strong attack
Living corpses don't cry out in pain. Xuan Jingjun's right leg was disabled, but he didn't seem to realize it. He tried to stand up straight, but the leg was misplaced. He couldn't bear the force and fell to the right.
The cut legs were folded together, like a folded stool of flesh and blood.
Xuan Jingjun failed to stand up, so he lay on his side, holding the evil light giant sword in his left hand and slashing at Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang took the Conghai sword from Bai Yuan's hand, and then kept retreating, leaving the coverage of the opponent's sword screen.
Your legs are broken and you still want to fight me?
What about dreaming?
Lu Zhengkang got around easily, and Xuan Jingjun moved and turned around on the ground with great difficulty. His speed was as ridiculous as a rolling caterpillar.
The Conghai sword penetrated directly into the back of King Wu's neck and broke into the neck bone. Lu Zhengkang curled the hilt of the sword in a circle and cut off the big head.
Mr. Xuan Jing only twitched twice and then made no sound or movement.
Dead?
Lu Zhengkang frowned.
No, no salt or relics have been dropped yet, King Wu is not dead yet.
Seeing that the opponent's neck was still spewing turbid blood, the amount of bleeding was huge, and in a short time the majestic King Wu's body was squeezed into a shriveled corpse.
A large amount of black blood was flowing on the floor. However, Lu Zhengkang couldn't smell the smell of blood. There was only a strong smell of elixir, that kind of strong floral aroma. He had handled hundreds of them and was very familiar with this smell.
Familiar. In addition, the evil light giant sword has a dark surface.
The shell began to peel off, and the long sword gradually lost its shape, revealing a phosphorescent sword inside that was like a condensed light from the sky. It was six feet long, and the whole body was like crystal. The color of stars was in the sword.
The surface flows, reflecting the ground like an immortal soldier.
Lu Zhengkang just looked at the big star sword and felt as if his cheek was being cut with a knife. This sword had its own energy, and the condensed star color in it was alive!
hiss--
Long, snake-like sighs blew from all directions in Chengtian Hall. There was a strong smell of elixir in the wind. Lu Zhengkang backed away to avoid the spread of blood puddles, and listened attentively. There was a soft grinding of teeth in the wind.
, it’s the poisonous dragon, it’s still eyeing Lu Zhengkang.
As this gust of wind blew, the hall became extraordinarily quiet. It was as if the hearing was filled with a layer of cold, soft water. The noise was filtered out by the wind. The sound of blood spurting from Xuan Jingjun's neck, and the drops of blood
The falling sounds subsided. Only the grinding of the poisonous dragon's teeth was still rustling, with a low echo, which made it gentle.
All crises retreat into the depths of darkness.
It's getting quieter and quieter.
Lu Zhengkang felt like he was almost floating in this peaceful atmosphere.
The white ape roared in his heart, and Lu Zhengkang shuddered. His eyes were in a trance. The starlight sword had disappeared from his sight at some point. He felt his scalp numb, and he rolled forward suddenly. Behind him, there was black blood.
The condensed Xuan Jingjun suddenly stood up and chased Lu Zhengkang with his sword.
Lu Zhengkang turned around and slashed, and the Conghai Great Sword swung out a black-gold sword curtain, which clashed with the bright purple sword curtain of the Starlight Great Sword, making a ringing sound like a bell, clear and melodious.
Mr. Xuan Jing is now dressed in pitch black and is eight feet tall. He is only taller than Lu Zhengkang and less than the top of his antlers. His original head has now turned into a dragon head. It is the poisonous dragon that is baring its teeth at Lu Zhengkang.
, his eyes were scarlet as if dripping blood.
Lu Zhengkang grinned, "Good guy, you are really like a king! Unfortunately, you are just a tyrant. Your situation is over, so why not just accept your death!"
The poisonous dragon was angered by these words and roared. Lu Zhengkang was not sure whether it really understood his words. Maybe it was just a manifestation of its violent nature. The smile on his face became more and more crazier. He tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand and took the initiative to move towards it.
Lord Xuanjing rushed away.
Cong Hai and Xingguang each swung wild and wild sword curtains, and the clashes were endless. Lu Zhengkang was in the middle of the battle, and he felt infinite power pouring out of his chest. Each sword was solid, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger.
He stepped forward, as if what he was holding was not a long sword, but a giant hammer. He took a step forward, and Lord Xuan Jing took a step back. The two moved, and the sword curtain left in the air intertwined like a cluster of flowers.
Xuan Jingjun, who had transformed from dirty blood, was more flexible than before, but his strength was much weaker, so that even an unupgraded salt descendant like Lu Zhengkang could suppress him.
However, Mr.
, it is actually the second stage form. Lu Zhengkang slashed three hundred swords wildly, and all of them were perfectly blocked. If this were placed in the world view of "Sekiro", Lu Zhengkang would have been killed.
At a certain moment, Lu Zhengkang's mind wandered slightly. If he could not fight for a long time, his spirit would inevitably fluctuate. It was such an inadvertent stagnation of Qi that the starlight sword in Xuan Jingjun's hand suddenly rolled back and broke through.
The sword curtain in the cage sea, the two swords are entangled together, Lu Zheng
Kang only felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be caught in the cutting machine. He tried hard to control the center of gravity, but the overall lever of the weapon was constantly changing. The initiative completely fell into the hands of Xuan Jingjun. His dragon head smiled ferociously, and the starlight
The sword kept twisting and turning, and the two of them quickly got closer.
Lu Zhengkang knew that if he didn't let go and abandon the sword, he would inevitably suffer in the future.
In his feeling, Xuan Jingjun, who was transformed from dirty blood, was still divided into two parts, one was the body and the other was his dragon head. They were independent of each other. The murderous intention of the dragon head had always suppressed Lu Zhengkang's spirit, making him dare not
Relax, and don't dare to release the White Ape in advance. This initiative cannot be thrown out hastily.
Until the distance between the two was less than two feet, the two swords were raised high, and the initiative was still in Xuan Jingjun's hands. His dragon head hissed happily, and suddenly stretched its neck, like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole, and opened its mouth toward
The deer Zhengkang bites.
The white ape appears!
Lu Zhengkang laughed mockingly, and White Ape and Poison Dragon started fighting in mid-air, while the sword fight between him and Lord Xuan Jing was still going on. The distance between the two could still be said to be cheek to cheek, and each other's hands were tightly holding the hilts of their swords.
Both feet are pressed against the ground, and neither can move at all.
Not to mention raising his legs to attack. The two swords of Conghai Xingguang were swung and trembled rapidly in the distance of two feet. Lu Zhengkang used his strength to suppress the person, but Xuan Jingjun controlled the center of gravity. As long as Lu Zhengkang's strength weakened slightly, he would immediately
Being able to push the sword back creates a tug-of-war situation.
The poisonous dragon was spinning and twisting in mid-air, but the white ape didn't say a word and just punched him. With a fast punch, the poisonous dragon's white teeth were all knocked out. The white ape became murderous, and pinched the dragon's body with its strangely long arms.
He opened his big mouth, lowered his head and bit down, and the sharp fangs pierced the dragon's skin. This poisonous dragon was obviously transformed from blood, but it had complete tissue. The white ape raised his head and took out a large piece of flesh and blood.
The poisonous dragon howled miserably and weakly retracted Xuan Jingjun's neck.
White Ape freed up his hand, immediately walked around behind King Wu, made a fist seal, and hit the incarnation of dirty blood.
