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Chapter 86 One Sword Kills One!
PS: Thank you for going far away and flying high, and your uncle who appeared in an instant is rewarded with 0 each
Sikong clenched his teeth, and the Chimu whip slammed on the dragon-patterned armor, splashing a waterfall of sparks, accompanied by the dull sound of bells and drums.

A long tremor came like a great river, Sikong staggered a few steps, half kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

But he swallowed it back!
"King Yue, you..."

Huo Wu supported Sikong one after another, pursed her lips tightly, and showed guilt in her eyes.

Ten years later, she still hasn't changed.

For some reason, Sikong was rather disappointed.

"This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

Sikong pushed her away, holding his rusty sword, slowly turning around step by step and looking at Douglas.

He even looked at the heroes not far away who had cold eyes and seemed to have the overall situation in their hands.

A suit of dragon pattern armor is simple and vicissitudes, and there are many traces of swords and swords engraved on it, telling a far-reaching legend.

Beside the glacier and outside the temple, Sikong was alone, holding a handleless rusty sword, standing proudly among the heroes, his spine still standing unbreakable.

He withdrew his punch, just to punch it out more powerfully.

Since you can't hide, then simply don't hide!

I swear to give strength to the staggering and immortality to the weak!

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, heart-piercing coughing sounds came out, Sikong's complexion was sallow, he pressed his chest tightly, and his chest turned upside down.

The strong smell of blood poured directly into his mouth, and Sikong suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which fell on the blue dragon pattern armor, making the armor a little more strange.

But Sikong's spine still stood upright!

"Haha, a sick child, a woman who has become a stepping stone for others. Forget it, let me end this farce."

Douglas smiled and shook his head, looking at Sikong's eyes full of pity, he walked forward step by step.

The two-handed giant sword was flawless, and its smooth and wide blade hummed against the cold wind on the river.

This is a fine sword from a goblin artisan.

Sikong breathed weakly to soothe him, the smell of blood lingering in his throat, but his eyes suddenly changed, and two winter plum petals suddenly appeared in his sapphire blue eyes.

Samuume is the color of blood, and quickly swallows the royal blue color, making Sikong's eyes turn blood red.

Blood Plum was born to live in the frost and wind, even if this Middle-earth world is just an illusion, it cannot be silenced.

Sikong didn't move, just waiting with his rusty sword in his hand, waiting for a one-hit kill!

Douglas came with two giant swords in both hands, with awe-inspiring killing intent, wantonly enjoying the thrill of the massacre, and had absolute confidence in himself.

Just because his parents are both spiritual teachers, he has been one step ahead of his peers under the influence since he was a child.

And step by step, step by step!

He has now cultivated to a high-level one-dimensional, and the Mingchen martial arts that exerts his basic physical fitness are all masters, and he can perfectly display his strength.

In the past ten years, he has slaughtered ten thousand people and plundered their luck, and then put his luck on the affinity for the sword, increasing the speed of the sword by sixteen times!

With a sword in hand, he has everything!
"kill!"

Douglas' two-handed giant sword tore through the air. The two-handed giant sword that had always been overwhelming was now like a dancing needle. Everyone saw only an afterimage, and Sikong was enveloped in it.

A spray of blood splashed down and landed on the solid ice of the glacier that hadn't completely melted, and suddenly smoke rose up.

Then, the blood solidified and was engraved in the ice, never fading.

Douglas had a ruthless expression on his face. As soon as he turned his mind, the huge sword in both hands produced thousands of changes. The sharp edge of the sword often just lightly touched the dragon-patterned armor outside Sikong's body.

Then, the sword's edge passed by in surprise, pierced through the dragon pattern armor with a clanging sound, and directly affected Sikong's body!

The vicious and long force turned into a slender poisonous snake, directly gnawing at Sikong's body.

Then, under the dragon pattern armor, Sikong's skin was like shattered ceramics, cracked with dense gaps like spider webs.Fresh blood gushed out slowly and quickly, directly drenching Sikong into a bloody man.

"Douglas is actually practicing martial arts with swords, and he seems to have made quite a lot of achievements."

Some people saw that Douglas made the cumbersome two-handed giant sword superbly, with the essence of lifting weights lightly, and they couldn't help but look jealous.

"Oh, I once read a collection of anecdotes, in which there is a criminal law called thousands of cuts, which is to use an extremely sharp knife to cut the flesh of the whole body, ranging from eight cuts to more than 3000 cuts. In the end, the internal organs of the victim It was pulled out, but those eyes, haha, are still spinning!"

One of them laughed out loud, happily, and even patted their fat-filled stomachs, which were as round as if they were pregnant in October.

Suddenly, countless sword shadows disappeared and solidified into the two-handed giant sword.

"Suicide, I will not embarrass you."

Douglas looked at Sikong with pity.

However, Sikong's handsome face was covered with hideous sword wounds, and the dark red blood flowed down, blurring his face and adding a bit of ferocity to him.

The dragon pattern armor was still blue, not stained with dust, and Douglas's offensive did not leave a mottled mark on the armor.

But under the armor that is more than one point, it is bloated, and one point is smaller, it is cramped, and every part fits perfectly under the armor of Sikong's body. Sikong seems to be fished out of a pool of blood, and the blood wets his clothes!
Douglas wants to play cat and mouse, and wants Sikong to live rather than die. !
"suicide?"

The blood blurred Sikong's eyes and his face even more, but the mocking look on his face filled everyone's eyes.

It is particularly glaring.

Huo Wu wanted to rush up several times, but the man with a hooked nose and a vulture-like face clung to her tightly, and his unfathomable aura turned into a quagmire, making Huo Wu in a dilemma and could only barely protect himself.

Outside this temple full of outstanding talents, she, the former "loser", was like catkins in the wind, letting the wind and rain blow her away.

That fiery dragon, like a docile kitten, was shivering from the strong murderous intent here, covering its eyes with its fleshy wings, revealing its shallow horns, and it no longer had the ferocious appearance it had before.

Ten years ago, the giant dragon towered over the sky, devouring countless competitors.

But ten years later, the giant dragon withered and turned into two or three big cats and kittens, which became the mounts of the contestants. There were also many dragon slaying warriors in the arena!
"Stubborn!"

Douglas snorted angrily, and a two-handed sword was like a mountain, and the blade of the sword directly hit Sikong's shoulder with a weight of [-] tons.

"Pfft..."

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Sikong staggered a few steps, but put his foot against himself, holding on tightly.

"King Yue, forget it! It's just a game..."

Huo Wu's sad voice came, urging Sikong to give up. Upon hearing this, Sikong smiled coldly.

Forget it?

Now it's not him who settles it, but it's time to settle it with Douglas!
On the wrist of the right hand, the meaning of coolness almost merged into a river, hoarding a rock-shattering shock!
'bump! '

Douglas slammed down with his sword again, causing Sikong's shoulder blades to shatter, piercing into his flesh and blood, excruciatingly painful.

But the sneer at the corner of Sikong's mouth became more and more obvious.

A sword fell down.

There was a muffled grunt.

Sikong was like a lone boat in a raging sea, blood flowed out like he didn't want money.

But Sikong's back was still as straight as a peak, refusing to lower his head.

Douglas's eyes were gloomy, he held the sword for a long time, the blood in his ten fingers was not flowing, he loosened his fingers subconsciously...

But at this moment, Sikong suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

The coolness on the wrist is like a flood discharge dam, carrying the majesty of the Milky Way falling for nine days, directly blending into Sikong's body, suppressing the dark wounds of fire and poison, and calming Sikong's mind!
Martial arts awareness!

Under the urging of Sikong's 30-point mental threshold, the nine-way martial arts consciousness turned into a mental storm, which directly plunged into Douglas' brain.

His movements froze, his eyes lost sight.

Then, a rusty sword shone with a cold light, as if waking up from a deep sleep for thousands of years, and returned to the epic battle of that year.

No yelling, no hysteria.

From bottom to top, the Rusty Sword passed Douglas lightly, and the rusty, handleless Rusty Sword drew out from his head.

Sikong withdrew his sword and hung it by his waist, drops of blood slid down the rusty sword.

before the temple.

Worshiping the resurrection of the true god.

(End of this chapter)