Sword Pawn Crossing River

The Yang Spirits of Natural Selection have different views.

A well-known Yang Spirit quietly expresses his spirit, "Senior Brother Pang! It’s like the gathering of luck with the nine-minus cube technique, and it’s not there. It fully manifested in the battle?"

Senior Brother Pang sighed, "Yes! This sword cultivator is also a capable person. He can't do resistance to the law, so he simply combined oneself's luck with Opponents merge, so that everyone will be birds of a feather, and no one can take advantage of anyone else! Well, a brilliant method!"

Yang Spirit was surprised, "How did he think of my natural selection meeting? It’s a matrices?"

Senior Brother Pang hummed: "Of course he couldn’t think of it! But such an agile cultivator, if he couldn’t see anything from the obvious luck in the previous few times, then he would I don’t deserve to stand here!

What do you think he said before the battle was for? What ancient repairs, what mood, what sharing, what even if thousands of people are going to go, they are all farts!

He used those words to briefly shake the opponent's mind, even for a moment, it was enough for him to integrate oneself's luck!

The integration of air and luck requires a prerequisite, the premise is It is that the two sides reached an agreement on a certain point of view! So I dare say that when our two natural selection Nascent Soul heard the bullshit he said, their minds were loosened, even if they reacted immediately and the luck was melted. It's too late too!"

Yang Spirit was a little speechless, "Is this guy too cunning?"

Senior Brother Pang sighed, "I'm afraid the gangsters are educated!" "

Yang Spirit was silent for a while, "Zhou Xian has such a character, whose sword veins are deep and unmeasurable, we..."

Senior Brother Pang clicked, "Fart Zhou Sword cultivator! His cultivation soil like Zhou Xian Shangjie can grow such a character?

Only fertile soil produces grain, and sand only produces melons!"

Yang Spirit His eyes lit up, "Senior Brother, then we..."

Senior Brother Pang shook his head, "We don't know anything! Don't worry about him! This is a big trouble, it is ominous... this kind of person It’s best to leave it to Zhou Xian and the others to solve it! en the time comes again! "

...After the high-intensity battle lasted for a few moments, there was still no sign of slowing down. Even if someone wanted to slow down, the crazy Jianhe didn't cooperate at all. It was still the same as before, still invading as usual. It seems that the battle has just begun!

When someone is still immersed in such a crazy rhythm, the other two have to follow closely, not dare to relax at all,

Chang and Wither can also choose to leave temporarily and come back after adjustments, but if they do this, the previous battle will be meaningless!

Moreover, with Guangchang’s battle for the head, he has no reason. Relax! The face may be someone else’s, but the head is oneself.

So continue, so I can’t keep up with the rhythm!

sword light, still violent, but in violent The calmness shown is the most terrifying. Everyone is a good player in vertical and horizontal directions, but among them there are professional and amateur points!

For example, Guangchang, he has fought like this for a few times in his life. Time? But not like someone who has been in such a rhythm since he picked up the sword. This is the biggest difference between them!

Some people are pretending to be iron-blooded, and some people’s instinct is iron-blooded. After a period of fierce collision, the difference between the two sides finally began to show up!

Lou Xiaoyi did not intend to keep his hands at all. From at first, he said clearly and does not exclude sharing. , But since he gave the face shameless, he would not ask the second sentence again.

Nascent Soul cultivator, it is time for oneself to be responsible for the choice!

Guangchang Bodhisattva starts to work again , Unlike at first, the force this time is purely a fight with fate, and it won’t work if he doesn’t fight, because he only takes an hour to lift his head in blood, and now it’s less than two minutes, and there is not much time left for him.

Relatively speaking, Dead Wood is not the same as him! The difference between Buddhism and Taoism has gradually emerged after a period of intense fighting, just like the persistence of Buddhism in the bones. I am a Buddha body; Taoism in the bones is to follow the trend, not to do unnecessary confrontation with the general trend!

And dead wood does not think that such a fight is meaningful, and the fight has already been done. The life-death attack lasted for a few moments, all the methods were used, what's the point of repeating it now?

In addition to leaving more loopholes in front of the sword cultivator!

After all, the battle between cultivators is based on their own strength, not to be solved by gritting their teeth. If their strength is not reached, gritting their teeth is useless.

His current embarrassment is that there is no way to retreat. Shrink-I don't know where to shrink! The monk doesn't need to think about it, there is no place to shrink, but he actually has more choices; only after the battle can he understand the value of the first few words of this sword cultivator.

Withered wood is still cooperating, the same as before, except that there have been some subtle changes in the coordination now. During the action, we pay more attention to the safety of oneself, rather than the blood and brainlessness.

It looks like, accompany the monk to finish this last journey!

Some tragedies, some helplessness! But if you must fight against the general trend, this seems to be an inevitable result.

If you change the scene, the environment, and the atmosphere, the two of them shouldn't bother with this sword cultivator. After several battles, everyone knows what level they are at each other!

Practice, it is the most difficult to demand, the result will not be good, just like now!

In a boundary like theirs, the so-called backhand, the so-called turnaround, the so-called surviving after death, are just a joke of the ignorant, and will never be careless. The truly powerful cultivator never cares. Let alone this extremely cold-blooded sword cultivator.

Guangchang’s fight with death begins to repeat itself. After all, a person’s energy is limited and his cards are also limited. It is impossible to have new ideas forever. It will only turn over and over again more and more. When you start to repeat oneself In those so-called fighting techniques, because people are expected to take advantage of the enemy first, there will naturally be opportunities, and the sword cultivator is the most able to seize the opportunity.

The injury is getting worse, even if there are nine gods, but in essence, everyone is on the same level, and it is not a True God, so you can't touch it!

Holding his head, the blood is flowing less and less. When the blood is exhausted, his life will be lost; the monk should thank the sword cultivator. If the sword cultivator is now running away for time, he will There is no chance to struggle desperately!

At the very least, the sword cultivator gave him a chance to vent!

The dead wood can be seen clearly from the side! He didn't escape his gaze from beginning to end, he chose the wrong one from at first, and the result was also a mistake, which is the consequence of the contrarian trend.

He suddenly felt that the words of a sword cultivator made sense. Although a bit shameless, as a cultivator, he should have this ability. You must learn to use Grand Dao's principles and ancient Xiu style to find a step for oneself. Counsel, there are also various ways, and some are even very tall!

Just in his soul thinking that it is not in the middle, Guangchang Bodhisattva has come to the end...

He just looks at so quietly, it's a pity, that's all!