World of Warcraft Sword Saint

Liu Feng and the black-robed man's peak duel. In countless fierce gazes. For the time being...

Outside the arena. Liu Feng clutched his chest and coughed for a while. Although his complexion was a little bit dark, his fighting spirit was not weakened at all. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He chuckled and said: Nothing. Just spit out a mouthful of blood. That's it. Hey. That guy. It's not as strong as I thought."

Nicola Xuedai frowned. Looking at Liu Feng's pale face, she couldn't help but:>.Can't you take a rest?:.:The weird sights in the eyes of her companion. The pretty face couldn't help but flushed. He defended: "I...I'm just afraid that it will affect the waiting game. You...+.

But this kind of excuse seems to be a bit weak... so everyone didn't stop.

Liu Feng coughed dryly. He pulled everyone's attention back. He also took the nuns away. He glanced lightly. The blush that had not faded because of shame. He said: "Wait. It's time for you to play... Stay. Be cruel. Don’t show any mercy. Otherwise..." The words are here. Quietly cold. "Otherwise...I would rather beat you to serious injuries with my own hands. I don’t want you to be torn to pieces by others. ……do you know

Liu Feng's icy tone made everyone shiver. But still, he shouted:

Nodded lightly. Slowly walked to the very end. He held his small hand tightly: he sat down beside him, stepped up the time to reply...there was a little bit of real energy in his body. When the time comes, he will fight the black robe man again.时. Then there will be one more chance of winning...

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According to the previous rules, the seventh-tier players took the lead in the field...For the battle between the seventh-tiers, the two sides did not pay much attention...It can even be said that the battle between the seventh-tiers is just an appetizer for the orc duel...

However, this level of battle is for people above the eighth level. It is a dish for the people of the warrior city in the mountains. It is also a dish.

Human side. Eight ranks 7... Orc side. Eight ranks 7... Same. But above the momentum. Orc players clearly have the upper hand.

Although Liu Feng had trained twelve people in death competitions and life-and-death struggles. After all, the time was too short... facing the orc players. That tyrannical aura accumulated after countless battles. Eight seventh-tier players had a slight scalp It's numb. But it's already at this stage. Funeral. So... even if you are afraid, you can only do it desperately...

The melee was amidst the earth-shaking shouts. It began...

Between the seventh ranks. The gap is not big. Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, everyone was considered evenly matched. But as time went on, the hand of the orcs that had always been abused by the orcs gradually began to show off.

The first casualty inevitably appeared. A tall werewolf. Sharp claws passed through an empty door that a human Tier 7 player occasionally exposed. The sharp claws came directly from the chest of this human Tier 7 fighter. Passing through. Blood rushed out...

The fighter looked terrified. He lowered his head slightly. Looking at the one passing through his chest: his face changed suddenly. The bloodshot eyes were covered between his pupils. The fear in his heart seemed to be thrown away at this moment. A violent shout: Damn. . Bastard. Go and see the **** of death with Lao Tzu. "The roar is very stern. The weak hands seem to be full of power in an instant. The fist is clenched. The sharp steel is made. Above his beast face. Crimson eyeballs...

"Ah..." There was another scream that was even worse. However, this time the roar came from the wolf population who should have won. The werewolf covered his **** eyes with both hands. He screamed. The intense pain made him lose his mind. He went crazy in an instant. The sharp fingertips skyrocketed. He grabbed the dead body in front of him. He was crazy.

Just as the werewolf shredded the corpse and roared up to the sky, one. A fierce punch broke the wolf's head apart. It was another human player who was extremely sad and indignant...

The competition in the field continues. No... this can no longer be said to be a competition. It is a killing field... After the human players were torn apart two people, they were also aroused by the grief in the heart... they started to go crazy. Like a fight...

Outside the arena. Lan Ying and others clenched their fists. The teeth were biting fiercely. In the huge eye pupils. Bloodshot stretched... Nicholas. Xueqian face. In the purple pupils. Grief and anger. The anger is flooded.

Aohao, who was on the side, seemed to be numb, his eyes drooping.

The red shirt turned her head lightly. To be honest, in her heart, against the one in the field.

Feng's body will look softer...

Liu Feng closed his eyes and concentrated. It was as if he hadn't felt the killing outside. However, the clenched fist under that sleeve robe revealed the fluctuations in his heart. The cold voice was like | +The people's heart beat fiercely There was a shiver.

"Between games. Death is inevitable... I said earlier that it would be very cruel to be with the beast... So wait... You'd better throw away the unnecessary emotions in your mind. Give me a little further... ...Just treat it as...just take revenge for your companions."

In the eyes of Lan Ying and the others, killing intent appeared. He looked at the field spitefully to kill. Nodded heavily...

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In the field. The killing finally stopped gradually... Fourteen people u: There are three... Among the three. Two orcs. One.

Liu Feng lifted his eyelids slightly. Looking at the field, the figure that still refused to shrink even though his body was bruised and bruised. He nodded slightly.

Bosha. The seventh-order earth swordsman...

He remembers this person, a seventh-tier student of Star Blue Academy, and Nicholas Xue, etc.|Bosha does not have a prominent family background and a huge background. He can get to the point where he is today. He relies on ~ and the perseverance of constant fighting...

Bo Sha shook his disabled body. The heavy sword touched the ground. The two orcs who went to the opposite side laughed and said, "Come here...haha."

Being humiliated by Bosha. The two orcs smiled grimly. Raising their weapons. Bosha smiled coldly. Holding the heavy sword in his right hand, he greeted him without fear.

There was a violent anger, sparks burst out.

Three figures. Hard and hard working each other with every bit of strength...

The orcs were born with great strength. After resisting the two orcs' more than ten consecutive blows, Bo Sha was finally picked up and flew the epee. Among the eyes, that huge fist, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, slammed close. ...

Gently closed his eyes. My heart whispered: |Let's go|

Just as Bosha was preparing to welcome the impending death, a huge suction suddenly appeared from behind. The swaying body was instantly sucked in...

Liu Fengxu stood in mid-air. Grabbing Bocha’s tired body in his hand, he shouted coldly: You have had enough. Let’s change people..." Stop speaking. Ignore the orcs. I just jumped into the air. The void flashed outside the arena. Cautiously put down the parking brake. Said:

Lan Ying nodded hurriedly. Lips moved lightly. Out of thin air, some soft drops appeared on the body of Posha's countless wounds. As soon as the hideous wound encountered these gentle water droplets, it began to heal slowly...

Liu Feng let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and asked in a cold voice:

Aohao opened his eyes slowly. A cold light flashed through it. It was included in the competition. And the following matchup above the eighth level. That:

Liu Feng frowned, slightly angrily said:> Middle.

Aohao smiled bitterly and shook his head. On the contract of the first duel. The orc proposed this project that can be regarded as entertainment..."

"A bunch of bastards. My grass." Liu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. In the dark pupils, cold light flickered.

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"Hehe. Master Ao. The following decisive battle is about to be officially counted as a final laugh. It came from the field.

Aohao raised his head. His pupils shrank slightly. He said coldly: screaming."

Herba's laughter stopped abruptly. His face was extremely ugly and he snorted. The strength is as powerful as his mouth."

Ohao cracked his mouth.

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"Blue win... Gonzal... Lion battle... Ni. Uh... You three guys. Wait until the **** eggs are smashed into dregs for me... My grass." Aohao's violent shout rang out. Originally wanted to bring the four of them together. It's finished. But when I came into contact with Nicholas Xue's cold and shy gaze, I thought of a certain terrible old man. He had to omit that beautiful name...