The sword light soared into the sky, and directly cut the long sword of Faxiang into two pieces. The cutting edge was cut just a few meters in front of Chen Tuo's body. The cracks extending from the ground also stopped abruptly at the feet of Chen Tuo, forming an extremely awkward fault.

　　 "I said, Shura," Tan Tuo put one hand on the light blade, and the great sword radiated brightly.

　　 "You are not even qualified now!"

　　 Side Sword-Giant Spirit Slash!

　　 The light blade that briefly condensed a huge amount of psychic energy stretched out impressively, and the small humanoid actually wielded a hundreds-meter-long lightsaber, directly breaking open the image, approaching Langren's body in the blink of an eye!

　　 Faxiang was cut off by a sword, Langren looked at the oncoming sword blade with shock, the slashing speed was too fast.

　　 But faster than the sword is Langren's defense of the carp.

　　 The swords crossed in front of him, and the moment the blade hit, Langren only felt that his consciousness had stagnated at this moment.

　　 The arm bones and elbow joints shattered directly, and the sword without support was smashed into Langren's body by the light blade, and the back of the sword broke through the skin and was embedded in the bone!

　　 "The power is much stronger than Vidokya, S-level cultivator, if you say that..."

　　 Langren, who was roughly at the opponent's level, turned into a black mist to reverse his injury, and reduced his body to the surface to strengthen his mobility.

　　‘I’m really not his opponent in a short time...That would be a waste of time. ’

　　 Langren's figure fell rapidly, at this time he was only 100 meters away from Weizea.

　　 A distance of 100 meters, Langren can cross at full speed in only two seconds, but in the middle stands a strong man with a giant sword more than two meters high, behind him is a charged cannon ready to go.

　　 Besides, this rechargeable cannon has already been charged.

　　 "Linxian Cannon! Bombardment!"

　　 The air trembled at this moment, and the charged artillery blasted out, the beam of light showed an arc across the sky and shot towards the locked Langren, the dazzling brilliance almost illuminated the sky.

　　 Langren, who was red on top of his head, made a gesture calmly.

　　 Ahu Renwang, come down!

　　 King Kong, come down!

　　 Killing Yaksha, drop!

　　 The breath of the void turned into a colorful streamer color that entangled Langren's body, and the next moment, he was submerged by the mana beam of Linxian Cannon.

　　 Hattori's eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the hilt never relaxed.

　　 At the moment when Linxian Cannon's exhausted beam disappeared, a fierce evil spirit rushed from the front.

　　 In the pupils of Tan Tuo's eyes, a huge black ghost face rapidly enlarged.

　　 And the front end of the ghost face is a rusty long knife that is so fast that it almost tears the space. Sparks burst from the tip of the knife, and the blown air screams and separates to the two sides to form a pair of white mist.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 At this time, Chen Tuo only felt the pain in his lower abdomen, which was pointed at by the tip of the knife.

　　 "Can hurt me!"

　　 Tantuo only felt that the Shura at this moment and the Shura just now were very different, and lamented that the gift of the void is indeed a coveted power.

　　 sigh, return to sigh, the speed cannot be slow.

　　 Close the arms, step forward with the lunges, the spiritual power transmission method will definitely work, and Chen Tuo slashes the sword.

Ding--

　　 The sword blade accurately picked the tip of Huangquan’s knife from bottom to top, and a piercing and sharp impact sounded across the sky. The storm gathered around the two colliding people, and layers of ground were scraped into silt by the eruptive force vortex.

　　 Tantuo's arms numb, and the huge recoil makes it difficult to maintain a lunge posture, and he steps back again and again.

　　 Just two steps back, the chills stand.

　　 Tan Tuo didn't even think about it, but he squeezed out a giant green hand and slapped the direction of the sense of crisis.

　　 Dance Crow's reshaped Langren suffocated in his chest, and the vigorous force poured from the core of his torso into his arms.

　　 swing a knife! Wield a knife!

　　Zero adjustment·Cross cut!

　　 Two black knives staggered, cutting off the huge green arm with one blow, and the light-blade giant sword with one blow!

　　Fin Tuo, who had evaded the cross cut, retreated repeatedly, and stopped after a distance of hundreds of meters.

　　 At this time, the cut tip of the sword fell and stuck it on the broken soil in front of Langren.

　　 Tantuo glanced at the broken sword with only the guard in his hand, and thin beads of sweat slowly permeated his forehead.

　　 "He made two cuts just now... Did he cut off the light?"

　　 The violently beating heart frantically supplies energy to the body, recalling the two jets of darkness and silence just now.

　　 If it weren't for his emergency response and instinctively raising the sword to block while casting the magic judging, then he might have to win the second shot.

　　 Kaka——

　　 The sound of metal breaking came into my ears, and when I looked down, it turned out that the breastplate had broken open.

　　 "......"

　　 Just after Feng Tuo was shocked, Langren recovered his arm eroded by the counter-shock, and while walking towards Weizea, he pulled out a few blood-stained branches from his belt.

　　 are the ones that were pulled from Longyin.

　　Weizea looked at Langren, took the branch, and swallowed a few mouthfuls with the sawdust.

　　 Warm vitality flows from the abdomen to the limbs, and he finally has the power to continue fighting again.

　　 "Promoted?"

　　 Langren looked at Weizea, whose skin was tender and white, and his body was almost the same as his own, and asked with a certain tone.

　　Weizea knew what Langren was worried about, nodded and turned back: "It's not a life-burning self-destruction skill, don't worry...Is it the only one you are here?"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Otherwise? I come in because the heaven is pitying, otherwise you will really be sealed in this space."

　　 "Is there a way to get out?"

　　 Langren nodded: "Yes, but it's very difficult."

　　 Wizea waited for the following.

　　 Raising his finger to the alert Citrus aurantium not far away, Langren said, "How long can he hold on to you?"

　　 Wizea sensed the strength in his body, estimated it slightly, and stretched out four fingers.

　　 "About four minutes and thirty seconds, more or less, the moment I try my best, I will die."

　　 "Then four minutes, save some strength, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, otherwise I am afraid that your sister will be hammered to death after going out."

　　 Weizea, who was about to ask about the cause and effect, was rejected by Langren.

　　 "Wait to go out and talk about it," Langren said

　　 Wizea was slightly taken aback, showing a helpless smile.

　　 "You are such an evil spirit."

"Have it?"

　　 "Vitokya can live without me. You don't need to use her to motivate me. My belief in being promoted to S rank is my own belief."

　　 After that, Wizea turned to face Tantuo.

　　 "Then treat me as afraid of death. I was shot twice by your sister."

　　 Langren laughed and said, escaping quickly.

　　 Weizea turned his head to look at Langren who was going away with a dazed expression, and then returned to focus on Tan Tuo.

　　 "Did you discuss the countermeasures?" Tan Taku dropped the hilt of his sword.

　　 Without the inscription on the blade, there is no point in holding this waste.

"Correct."

　　 "What is it?"

　　Weizea looked at Tantuo, opened his big fangs, and stretched out a purple-black slender tongue. At the same time, he leaned down and lay on the ground, just like a ferocious lizard.

　　 "That is... don't let the fight stop!"

　　 After that, Wizea returned to the original combat instinct, abandoned the human form, swayed the dragon's spine, and quickly rushed towards the orange.

　　 Langren, who left quickly, doesn't have to worry about being disturbed by the S-Class for the time being. Now it is still within the duration of the surrender, and he needs to hurry up.

　　 reached into the belt space with one hand, took out the spare jet-powered boots, put them on himself, and flew above the dome.