Wang Luo held two hammers in his hands, as if he was wielding fate, and smashed into the darkness above his head.
This scene happened not long ago, but this time the roles were reversed.
Wang Luo had one last move, the last killing move he didn't use, which was to perish together.
It's just that Wang Luo doesn't want to use it now. Wang Luo still has a lot of things to do and a lot of things he wants that he hasn't gotten. There are a lot of frustrations waiting for him to solve.
The moment the two hammers touched the canopy overhead, sparks flew out, but they did not move a single bit.
The huge canopy came down with force, Wang Luo gritted his teeth and waved his arms vigorously.
No matter how hard Wang Luo exerted himself, the black sky world in front of him did not waver at all.
Sima Yuan stood under the sky, with his hands behind his back, looking at everything with naked eyes, as if he could penetrate the years.
"A long time ago, actually not that long ago. It was only twenty years ago. At that time, I met a person. He always liked to drink, and he kept a wine gourd around his waist all year round. It seemed that the wine gourd could never be finished, and I often felt very sad.
He was curious and wanted to know how much wine was hidden in it. Until one day, while he was asleep, I secretly picked it up and took a look. How much do you think is in it?"
Sima Yuan stood below and looked at Wang Luo thoughtfully.
Sima Yuan shook his head secretly: "There is nothing in it, not a drop of wine."
"But before I left, I didn't even ask why? I never saw him again later, but I heard that he became a very powerful person, so powerful..."
Sima Yuan pointed to the sky above his head.
"Until these years, I just liked to ponder when I had nothing to do, and I gradually understood it."
"Some people's desire to get drunk has nothing to do with alcohol."
"The breeze, the bright moon, the mountains, the river, the brilliance are all enough!" Sima Yuan laughed loudly after saying this.
A short knife appeared in his hand and struck in the sky towards the direction where Wang Luo was holding his head.
Those who practice swordsmanship should pay attention to one Qi.
A big knife should be wide, a small knife should be straight!
The long river flows down, and there is a sword force approaching Wang Luo.
It stretches for more than ten miles.
Wang Luo, who was holding on, turned his head and looked behind him, frowning.
In the moment when he just stood up to the sky, Wang Luo thought of several ways on how to kill the man in front of him. However, he deduced it several times, but none of them worked.
The system can't see this person's weakness, which means that he can only be defeated in the face of strong strength.
Only strength!
For a moment, Wang Luo had mixed feelings. The system was just a wealth given to him by the world. If he wanted to go further, he had to integrate the system better.
The sword energy was coming, but Wang Luo couldn't care less and let go of the scar on his head.
Turn around and use your body position to quickly retreat, and keep making secrets with your fingers.
Debris kept appearing in front of him, hoping to resist for a while.
At the same time, Wang Luo's whole body fell.
Just when Wang Luo fell, the sword energy broke through thousands of stones without showing any sharpness, and it was approaching Wang Luo.
The two hammers appeared on the chest, crossed to resist.
In just a moment, Wang Luo felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and his whole body flew backwards.
How is it possible? The sword energy is so abundant and overbearing?