The young lady reborn at the end of the world is frivolous

Chapter 472 There are traces to follow
Zhang Xian slashed out with the knife, and the direction of the slash was exactly Zhang Yu's waist.

Zhang Yu looked down, cold sweat broke out on his back, he hurriedly retreated to the side, and the machete in his hand naturally did not fall.

There was a sneer in Zhang Xian's icy eyes, and she didn't take back the kick she kicked quickly, as if she had already anticipated the opponent's movements, including being able to dodge.

Not surprisingly, the slender and straight legs directly attacked Zhang Yu's neck, and the toes bent and hooked to the back of his neck, forcing the opponent's body to lean forward.

Zhang Yu only felt the scorching pain in his neck, and the next moment his whole neck was stunned, and he was carried to the side uncontrollably.

"hiss!"

Everyone who saw this scene, except Mu Yu and the others, took a deep breath.

As for Mu Yu and the others, they let go of what they had raised just now.

She knew that Zhang Xian would not suffer so easily, and it was even more impossible to do things that would hurt herself.

Wen Xu exhaled, and squinted at Mu Yu, the other's condensed complexion really eased.

"It's this time!"

A sternness flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and he punched Zhang Xian's feet with his left hand.

With a strong wind, everyone thought he was throwing a fist, but Zhang Xian caught a glimpse of the unintentional sharpness between his fingers.

There was a blade in that hand, if he cut it off, it might bleed!

Zhang Xian's peachy eyes narrowed slightly, and she withdrew her legs at lightning speed, and Zhang Yu threw the blade between Zhang Yu's fingers without hesitation.

"shhhhhh"

Three sharp blades with a cold light flew towards Zhang Xian from different directions.

Everyone could only see a vague afterimage passing by, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xian had already ignored the thin blade and approached Zhang Yu directly.

He hit the opponent's face with a punch, deflected him, and quickly attacked with his right hand. When Zhang Yu dodged, he turned a corner.

The target hit Zhang Yu's right hand directly, Zhang Yu only felt a pain in his wrist, and then regained his senses, Zhang Xian snatched the machete away with a clever effort.

He watched her red lips slightly curled up, and when she raised her right hand, the one-meter-long machete in her palm disappeared.

"!"

Space powers!
Zhang Yu looked embarrassed, the other party dared to take the machete he condensed so blatantly as his own.

And the three small blades he threw just now didn't hurt the opponent even half a point.

He didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

How is this done?
No matter how fast it is, it is impossible to be faster than its own throwing knife.

Zhang Yu's chest heaved violently, his eyes were clouded and gloomy.

Immediately, he didn't care about anything, he grasped the palm, and the four blades were clamped coldly between his fingers.

There are eight blades in both hands. Zhang Yu crossed his hands in front of his chest and looked at Zhang Xian coldly.

"I don't believe it, you can still dodge the eight blades."

"Wait for me to beat you to the ground later, and see if I don't rectify you."

Zhang Yu pursed his thin lips tightly, opened his hand, and the eight blades rustled away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Zhang Xian stood on the spot, looking back with cold eyes, eight blades charged straight over, well, there are indeed quite a few.

Still breaking through the wind, Ling Xiao came, and the side of the blade faintly emitted a glare of cold light.

The speed was also very fast. Seeing that Zhang Xian was about to be scratched by the blade, the corners of Zhang Yu's tightly pursed mouths suddenly opened.

With a schadenfreude smile.

As everyone knows, once Zhang Xian's spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness is released, those blades coming at high speed seem to be pressed the slow button.

(End of this chapter)