Chapter 580

The thought-provoking sword master deliberately put on a posture that he couldn't stand up. While panting, he secretly pressed the boot spring, just waiting for the defeated Wucheng to come, and then quickly attacked him. In order to let Wucheng relax his vigilance, he forced himself to spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Although it's a little shameless, the sword owner deeply understands that the winner is the king in the world.

Two short swords shot at ucheng's heart like meteors.

Even though Wucheng has the strength to split one, he can't avoid the other. Even if he bravely avoids two, he must not be able to stand the back move of the sword owner.

At this moment, fickley's confidence rebounded.

And hate without period unconsciously shows a trace of joy.

Only Duan Xin didn't move. Listening to the sharp breaking sound, he thought of a word: miracle.

At the moment, Wucheng turned and flashed, and two short swords disappeared on his side. Just as people stared to see if Wucheng was hit, poof poof, two short swords came. The sword owner not only shot quickly, but also grasped the opportunity, and there was no space at all.

Even the strong Wucheng could not escape the two deadly swords. He was nailed down and fell out, quack and fell to the ground. Needless to ask, he must have been hit in the chest and knocked over by the impulse.

It's done! Fickley's eyes sparkled.

The sword owner was also very happy. He didn't miss the opportunity. His body was ready to launch. A fierce figure like a cheetah appeared in the air. It was quite sharp. His sword cleaved down towards Wu.

This is the winning sword.

Many spectators even think that this sword has a wonderful history of martial arts.

Therefore, everyone held their breath. Although they had expected the results, they were carefree, eager and even lucky to witness the moment.

Only a long heart laughs.

It was in mid air that the sword owner blinked when he saw Wu Cheng.

Then he saw that Wu Cheng's left hand was holding a short sword, and the tip of the sword was just against his heart, not nailed in at all.

The sword owner was disillusioned at this moment. His eyes were dull and desperate. He looked at the broken sword in his hand and flashed scenes of glory in his mind.

Maybe it's time for the curtain call.

At this time, his body shape could not change any more. Whether it was death or life, the sword would be cut down.

There was a bright flash in the air.

Corresponding to the ground, Wucheng rises from the ground.

He passed the sword master with an absolutely powerful attitude, then twisted his body in mid air and chased the sword master down at a high speed. Many people didn't see clearly. At this moment, the sword master split the air and became upright and stood in place.

Where's Wucheng? Someone thought.

But seeing the sword master's body shaking slightly, Wu Cheng appeared behind him.

Many people were surprised. When they looked carefully, they found several short swords on the back of the sword owner's head. Someone broke his fingers

Yes, four, in line, all pointing to the back of the sword owner's head.

The audience was shocked.

Duan Xin picked up two grass leaves and dropped the rain drops in his mouth to moisten his throat.

Trembling, the sword master was sweating.

Dao Xiong tutted and said, "it's the first time for me to see you again. I'm surprised! Sword master, your sword has given you fame and ultimately killed you. Why don't you listen to me! "

Duan Xin said faintly, "retreat!"

Wu Cheng let go and turned back.

The sword owner was surprised. Even Daoxiong couldn't help saying, "Duan Shao, why don't you kill him?"

Duan Xin glanced at the sword master and said, "it doesn't matter whether I kill him or let him go."

Hearing the speech, the sword owner only felt that his dignity had been trampled. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't accept it, because I didn't lose to you or Wucheng, but to the traitor!"

Duan Xin smiled and said, "are you not satisfied? Come on, bring your cell phone! "

A female killer went over, took out his mobile phone from the sword owner's pocket, and then handed it back to Duan Xin. Duan Xin operated on his mobile phone several times, left a phone, secretly put two photos of Jay and pig, and then threw them back to the sword owner, saying: "this is my phone. You go back and reorganize your people and horses, and ask me if you want to start a war!"

After that, he said to the other dragon and tiger players, "well, my patience is limited!"

Clang, clang.

Many dragon and tiger players threw away their knives.

Before Duan Xin ordered, Daoxiong immediately knew his intention to arrange his men to pick up knives and catch prisoners. He also flattered: "only Duan Shao is the most powerful, and only Duan Shao is the most swinging!"

Duan Xin nodded and said with a smile, "well said."

While they were busy, Wu Cheng had come back silently. When he passed by, he held out his hand to stop Wu Cheng and said, "you only use five levels of skill. I can see that you hide at least half of your strength. Why? Are you afraid that I will learn your tactics? "

That's a bit of a villain.

Wu Cheng stood still and didn't go to see him, but responded word by word: "you can guess it casually. I don't care."

"But you need to know one thing. I hope you will always remember this. I will go to your appointment, not because you hate indefinitely, but because of eighteen lives in seven hate Valley!"

His eyes flickered and said with hate, "I will always remember you!"

When one side surrendered, fickley on the other side looked thin. Several blue robed masters were a little empty when they saw the enemies gradually closing in. Taking the opportunity, Duan Xin said, "fickley, do you want to fight? You must be killed by me before you surrender? "

Fickley looked cold and said, "because I'm not as weak as them. You can ask me to surrender. As long as you kill Dao Xiong, I'll be at your disposal."

This frightened Daoxiong. As a wall grass, he knew his human nature was not good, so he subconsciously shouted, "impossible!"

Duan Xin didn't care whether he killed Daoxiong or not, but he knew that at least he couldn't kill him at present. He said, "it's really impossible."

Dao Xiong laughed and said, "yes, how can Duan Shao kill me? I'm a great hero today..."

Looking at his complacency, fickley glared and said, "since you say so, my answer is... Yes!"

Dao Xiong said, "Oh, you woman, are you really immortal?"

Fickley said, "yes, give it to me!"

The believers wanted to fight when they lit their weapons. Fickley also showed a knife. Daoxiong rushed forward and crossed Duanxin's eyes, shouting anxiously: "come on, protect less, protect less!"

Duan Xin really wanted to kick the hypocritical guy away. Now he just pushed him away and said, "don't blame me!"

At the command, the men of Zhenzi and Daoxiong killed the believers.

Although the blue robed believers have two sons, they can't carry the wolf like Zhenzi. As soon as the two sides came into contact, several people died on the spot.

The sword master has lost confidence and can't fight any more.

The war is no longer in suspense.