Wang Yue stared at Yelv Qiyun and paced back and forth. His pace had a strange frequency, which was Wang Yue’s mobilization of qi, blood and spirit.
Wang Yue knew that this World War I was extremely thrilling, and he would die if he didn’t pay attention.
These three old guys are really amazing. I’m not sure about single Wang Yue, let alone three together.
Now Wang Yue’s only hope is that the super endurance of family boxing will grind them to death.
After all, qi, blood and physical exertion are much smaller than qi.
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"Xiao Zhan, let’s fight together. Wang Yue is a little tough. Yelv Qiyun may not win him."
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The white-haired old man is called Xiao Zhangong.
Xiao Zhan shook his head. "It’s not that you don’t know his temper. You’d better not make moves when he fights. Otherwise, you and I will both be his targets. His fencing is crazy and even the Wolf God is amazed. If he really can’t win, he will speak to us. We should just watch carefully now to prevent Wang Yue from escaping."
The middle-aged man laughed. "It’s also Yelv Qiyun, the old crazy fencing. I don’t want to try it again. Hehe."
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"Old man, aren’t you coming?"
Wang Yue saw that Yelv Qiyun was not in a hurry to attack, but was adjusting his spirit to give himself a fatal blow.
Wang Yue has now adjusted his qi and blood to the peak. "If you don’t come, I will pass!"
Wang Yue threw Yu steps forward.
When Wang Yue reached the front of Yelu Qiyun, another "Wang Yue" was left in the same place.
"so fast!"
Shaw war exclaimed, "This little one left a residual image."
Although Wang Yueyubu is not mysterious, running for a short distance has already raised the speed to the extreme.
Yelv Qiyun sneers "faster than? Can you beat my sword faster? "
"David tang …"
Yelv Qiyun sword issued a sword sound and sometimes a vibrato.
This is caused by the sword’s too fast speed.
"cannon hammer!"
Wang Yue’s spine is like a big dragon, and his strength is concentrated in his fist.
Qi, blood, energy, congenital gangqi and that horrible, weird and dark energy broke out at the same time.
The surrounding gas was compressed, then suddenly expanded and broke out. Wang Yue’s fist was like a gathering of violent explosives, and the terrorist fist strength went to Yelv Qiyun.
Wang Yue believes that even a hill can be flattened with one punch.
Wang Yue’s fist is overbearing and horrible, but Yelv Qiyun fencing is even more mysterious.
Yelv Qiyun sword shines like a peacock screen, constantly cutting fist strength and gas.
Boxing strength and gas are like jelly, which can be clearly seen in Yeluqin Cloud Sword, and then cut and then cut.
Finally, the fist strength was shattered and disappeared in the middle.
"Thirty-six swords"
The speed of Yeluqin cloud sword exceeded the visual limit, but Wang Yue still found that he had made 36 swords.
Thirty-six swords in a flash. Is this waiting for terrible speed?
Wang Yue’s heart saw that the sword in Yelv Qiyun’s hand suddenly changed into 36 swords. These swords are not swords, but real swords. Because of the speed, every sword is real.
"Come again!"
Wang Yue roars at one foot and one pedal to the ground, and flies to Yelv Qiyun like shells.
Wang Yue knows that when it comes to Yelv Qiyun and his fighters at this level, it is the simplest and most direct way to kill each other regardless of whether they want to kill each other.
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