Zhang Rui no longer remembers how many sword cuts he had made, and his arms were already sore and numb; nor did he remember how many positions he changed. The coverage of this barrier was far beyond his expectation. In order to break the barrier, he exhausted all his strength.
In the end, it was all in vain. The mouthful of nutritious water that mothers in the divine space feed their children is called mother's juice, sweet mother's juice.
Zhang Rui knew that he couldn't break the barrier, so he turned around and walked quickly to Wu Chi, lowering his voice and said: "I can't break the energy barrier. Now I can only leave you here. I will go over and help Xu Qingzai's faceless woman."
, as long as you kill her, you can break the barrier."
Wu Chi nodded and said: "Don't pay attention to me, just let it go and kill that woman to put an end to it."
Zhang Rui's eyes were gleaming with lightning, he waved the long sword in his hand, and his body suddenly shot towards the battle circle like an arrow from the string. Since there was no way to escape, he simply fought with all his might.
The fight between Xu Qing and the Silver-faced God was in full swing. Zhang Rui joined the battle with his sword in vain and slashed at the Silver-faced God. He concentrated all his depression on the sword, looking like a desperate man.
Posture.
The silver-faced goddess gave up the broken hook in her hand long ago, and only used her fists and feet to fight against the enemy. In a series of violent attacks like a storm, neither side had any room to breathe. She clapped her palms together and made waves like snowflakes,
Thousands of energy surged through his movements and movements, and his figure flashed like a ghost. Whenever he saw a slight opening, he immediately used the Thunder Killer, fighting one against two without showing any sign of defeat.
Zhang Rui rushed into the battle circle like a tiger descending the mountain, which made Xu Qing so depressed that he wanted to curse. He had originally prepared to use his mental power field to restrain the silver-faced god, but he didn't expect that this reckless guy rushed in and messed up the situation. If he wanted to use his mental power,
Unless Rubby can be controlled in the force field together, there is really no guarantee that he can control two holy warriors at the same time. After some thought, he can only give up using the mental force field.
The Silver-faced Divine Envoy sustained hundreds of rounds under the attack of the two, and finally showed her flaw. When Xu Qing swung his sword down like a mountain, she raised her palms together and wanted to clamp the sword, but Zhang Rui saw the opportunity.
A sword passed out from under her ribs and stabbed straight into her waist. The sword was strange and fast. The tip of the sword passed by silently. By the time she tried to get out of the way, it was already half a step too late. The sword tip pierced into the guard with a loud sound.
Shen Gangqi, a tyrannical and unparalleled force poured out from the tip of the sword in vain, knocking her whole body flying two feet away, and landed on the rocky beach beside Tianchi with a thud, lying face down and motionless.
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"Hahaha! Smelly bitch, I'll stab you right in the eye with this sword!" Zhang Rui was overjoyed, laughed loudly, and flew towards the silver-faced angel with his sword. He had already seen the blood on the tip of the sword.
This sword penetrated at least half a foot, which was enough to kill her even if she didn't die.
Xu Qing used his clairvoyant eyes to glance at the silver-faced messenger from a distance. The clairvoyant eyes could not see through the mask, but he could see the wound on her waist. It was a good thing not to look at it. His heart started to beat wildly when he saw it, and he suddenly opened his mouth.
There was a loud shout: "Stop..." Before he finished speaking, the man had already jumped up, but Zhang Rui had already reached the Silver-faced God Envoy first, and was bending down to use the long sword in his hand to remove the mask from her face.
The shout reached Zhang Rui's ears half a second later. The long sword in his hand froze slightly, and he turned his head to look at Xu Qing. A blood-stained palm was suddenly raised and stamped on his lower abdomen like lightning.
Bang! Zhang Rui's whole body was shaken, and he felt as if a gap had opened in his lower abdomen. The creatures gathered in his body could rush out like water bursting from a dam. In this blink of an eye, he changed from a winner to a loser, or was he still a loser?
The kind that loses everything.
Xu Qing flew over like a great roc in the sky. The long sword in his hand pulled out a shining sword lotus in mid-air. The sword trembled slightly, and it whizzed down towards the silver-faced god like a waterfall hanging upside down.
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The sword lotus flashing with blue light was as big as a sea bowl, and when it fell, it was like a meteor falling into the sky, shooting towards the head of the silver-faced god with a shining arc. Xu Qing took action in anger, pouring almost all his strength into the sword lotus.
The silver-faced envoy's eyes flashed suddenly, and the palm of his hand that was attached to Zhang Rui's abdomen moved to the side, lifting his whole body flat, like a broad human shield blocking the sword lotus falling from the sky.
"Not good!" Xu Qing's heart trembled. He moved his sword with his backhand and slapped it horizontally. A burst of energy swept out, and then swept the sword lotus first, and just when it was about to touch Zhang Rui's back, he slapped it away.
After walking a few feet, it hit the ground with a loud bang. Many of the flying gravels hit the silver-faced envoy's mask, making a pleasant tinkling sound.
The silver-faced god gave a light scold, raised his hand and lifted Zhang Rui upwards, and snatched the long sword from his hand. Poor Ruibi flew straight towards Xu who fell from the sky like a light rag doll.
Green, his face was ashen.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Xu Qing reached down and grabbed Ruibi's belt, then carried him down into the air. He pulled out nine fist-sized sword lotuses with the long sword in his hand, slashed down, and turned into a strip of light that shot towards Silver.
Face God.
The silver-faced divine envoy did not hold on hard, and quickly slid out two feet. Nine small sword lotuses were like meteors sliding down in the air and bombarded the ground indiscriminately. There was a continuous boom like a barrage of cannons, dust and smoke billowing on the ground, and sand.
The flying stones splashed, but the real owner was not harmed at all.
Zhang Rui's face was as pale as paper, and he stared at the sky with a pair of eyes. Most of his biological energy was sucked away by the silver-faced god, and his energy core was sealed. He lost all his combat power due to a moment of negligence. At this time, his mood fell.
Bottom.
Xu Qing held Zhang Rui down gently with one hand, and held the sword in the other hand, concentrating on gathering momentum. With a pair of fire-breathing eyes staring at the cold silver-faced envoy opposite, Xu Qing had already made a decision in his heart, a decision related to life and death.
The face of the Silver-faced God was hidden under the mask, and no expression could be seen. Only a pair of cold and indifferent eyes looked at Xu Qing. Having absorbed the inner energy of the two holy warriors, she was not in a hurry to launch an offensive.
The tip of the sword was lowered and gently tapped a pebble.
Ding...ding...ding...the sweet percussion sound seemed to be playing a monotonous melody. The silver-faced messenger stood on the spot and knocked on the pebbles, as if waiting for Xu Qing to take action.
"Be careful not to let her palm touch you, the energy-absorbing gun is very powerful." Zhang Rui sighed and reminded in a trembling voice that he was not optimistic that Xu Qing could defeat the Silver-faced God. This is almost impossible unless a miracle occurs.
Xu Qing nodded and said with a wry smile: "If you like it, let her suck her as much as she wants. I'll risk it all." After saying that, he walked quickly towards the silver-faced angel with a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword hanging on the ground feeling wet.
A long shallow ditch was drawn on the ground.
The silver-faced divine envoy was still tapping the pebbles with the tip of his sword, the rhythm fluctuating with Xu Qing's steps. His sleeves were swollen by the full energy, and he made several soft hunting sounds from time to time.
The distance between the two was so close that it seemed like they could hear each other's heartbeats while holding their breath.