Chapter 41：

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child. ”

Tyre’s eyes were exhausted, and his physical differences made him reach the limit. If he hadn’t been painstakingly studying the sword in recent months, I’m afraid that even the third type can touch the fur.

What did the guy say? Tyre’s spirit is embarrassing, although Dzi’s mouth is moving, but Tyre can’t hear the sound at all, only the sound of snoring is back to the ear.

But it doesn't matter. Although his 3rd style is not complete and it is easy to run away, it is obvious that this desperate attempt made Til complete the 3rd style for the first time.

I secretly laughed at myself, if I used this trick from the beginning, wouldn't I suffer from so many skin rous.

The answer is announced in the next second.

Tyre's eyes suddenly slammed, and the eyes of Diz, the body once again spread the sword, like a dragon roaring to the sky.

Tianjian One Heart Type 3

The sword is constantly condensing, the sky constitutes the sea of ​​swords, and the swords that scream out of horror directly point to the emperor.

[Like the sky]

The endless swordsmanship is like a meteor shower that falls wildly toward the ground. Its spectacular scene makes many viewers under the field unconsciously step by step, for fear that it will be affected.

And Diz's mouth is still smiling, no, it should be more exciting, his right foot is going forward, the footprints are suddenly expanding, a clock appears behind it, and the second hand turns a squeaking sound.

"The sanction of sanctions, five seconds!!"

The voice just fell into the sword and the ground has already touched the ground, and in front of the body, a golden like a real shield appeared, the sword hits the bàozhà, and the shield is also cracked, but Diz still laughs.

"Good! That's it. If you don't, it's boring."

Come on, let me see if you beat me five seconds ago, or sanctioned after five seconds!

At the foot of Tyre, he almost fell down and looked at the gold-colored shield like a wall. He couldn’t help feeling the hardness.

Can the attack of the third type not be broken?

So what will the result be, die?

The clock behind this guy exudes a horrible breath, and I am afraid that it will be released in a few seconds.

So what should I do next?

The spirit of Tyre is like a zombie with no gods, and in the depths of the endless hollow, suddenly a voice comes.

"Hey fly him!!"

A familiar voice.

"Hey fly him!!"

It seems to be a woman with a big breast.

"Hey fly him!!"

Don't make a noise, why are you talking about this silly thing?

"Hey fly him!!"

How could it be that you can't move, and you don't want to join in the fun.

"Hey fly him!!"

Let me take a break, I am already tired, and that's it, the three of you don't need to follow me.

"Adult! Please, open your eyes."

Elena. . . . . .

The spirit of Tyre gradually gathered, but when his consciousness was clear again, his fist had already waved toward the close neighbor.

When is it that I am so close to him!

"Impossible!!" Diz made an incredible roar, his shield was smashed by Tyre's sword, and the sudden closeness made the genius of the empire's northern district famous in recent years, stunned!

And Tyre's actions are all in the unconscious, because everyone's encouragement to do, because everyone's unison and drive his body, like a fighting doll injected into the magic.

But this last punch, he seems to have produced unlimited power, under the shout of everyone

"Hey fly him!"

Tyre's mouth slowly opened, and the blood in his throat seemed to be gone.

He finally made a roar

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

This last punch is his own!

boom! ! The stone-shattering punch broke the light of Di Zix, shattered the clock that was about to return to zero, and let the judges under the field stunned, and the audience under the field had already been stunned, and the head was blank. The cynicism they said was like a real fly back to the face, and some people even shyly yelled at their previous mouth.

The whole person was thrown out, but his intentions were sober.

哎~ A sigh sighed out of his mouth, and eventually the body twisted and settled down the stage.

"I lost."

Yes, he lost, because the last punch of the opponent is still only the strength of the peace, if you change to a broken fist, you may have already asked for his life, which everyone can see.

When Dizzi turned and left, he didn't have the mind to stay here, and the crowd of people gave him a way.

Although Tyre is in pain, he still has a gift.

"Carrying."

The one hundred and sixty-sixth next! !

"Win! Tyre first

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