Chapter 91

With that, Li Qingchen took a palm, and the elf sword was now empty. The sword was silver and white, and there was a faint cold Bang all over.

"Estate!"

When imorton saw this, he added more words and turned to take it from the wall. A battle axe clubbed on the ground with a thud and said, "come on!"

As soon as the voice fell, he mentioned that there was no Tomahawk. He stepped towards Li Qingchen. His killing intention burst out and his momentum forced people. Li Qingchen then made Chen Sheng Yining, and pulled the sword flower without it, which also forced him to move towards imorton.

"When!"

Imorton raised his axe and split in the air. Li Qingchen held his sword to block. A huge crash sounded, and the two people changed their faces and retreated one after another.

Li Qingchen stepped back five steps in a row. He felt a pain on his right side and trembled slightly. His head surprised him even more, "shit, make up for science! How can you measure the person? How much difference does it make up compared with me!"

The mission, the movie, has never shown the strong melee reality, imorton, but before Li Qingchen, he has a very strong capacity.

"Ma Dan, the movie killed people!"

Li Qingchen scolded secretly. Seeing that the shape of imorton retreated, but only took two steps, he stopped his steps. Although his arm was deformed, it recovered in only one second.

After that, he roared and rushed to Li Qingchen again like a nobody.

When Li Qingchen saw it, he clenched his teeth and his feet. Qi began to fight without being sensitive.

You can make up your courage, and you are willing to fight with imorton again. After all, there is no problem whether the party has made up for the dead, and there is no problem when he pokes a few times with a sword.

However, Li Qingchen made up for it. Moreover, once he was injured, he was likely to be captured by the opponent.

Imoden stood in the center of the hall again. His momentum took away people. He waved his axe wearily, blocking the sword without Li Qingchen.

Li Qingchen turned into a shadow of black cesium, surrounded by imorton. Without the advantage of speed and land, the sword rang like a phantom to greet imorton.

"Clank!"

The sound of "Ding Ding" echoed in the hall again. In a short time, the two people made the fight equal.

As the battle continued, imorton moved like a sea of waves and rocks, but Li Qingchen didn't have time, and the offensive slowly came down.

Feeling Li Qingchen's weaker and weaker attack, yimorton made up the ban, smiled, and the action Qi Shizhu Qi combined, and the counterattack became more and more fierce.

"Yuzi, what about your anger? Why is it getting weaker and weaker? If you are honest, now you can admit defeat!"

Imoden laughed and mocked wantonly. He dares to make up too much. Wanyi Li Qingchen and Yu Qingchen are burned. When he cries, he has no place to cry.

"Hum!" Li Qingchen snorted coldly, added more words, calmly swam around yimorton, broke his greeting with a long sword, and laughed at yimorton.

Yimorton made a few sarcastic remarks. Seeing Li Qingchen's supplementary reply, he felt boring. He shut his mouth, but he made it more and more boring.

As time went by, the sound of "clank" collision echoed in the stone hall. The two people broke up their friendship and had been fighting for nearly half an hour.

Li Qingchen rolled the potential from Qi's beginning and gradually fell into the weak potential. Now he has been completely crushed by imorton. If he can't make up the battle quickly, he is afraid that he will have been defeated.

The smile on imoden's face became stronger and stronger. The wind roared and the air flow brought by the Tomahawk rolled up the dust on the ground, just like a war saint. The more war, the more courage.

However, Li Qingchen's sweat on his forehead and his clothes on his back have been soaked. He has been fighting for such a long time, which has made him feel a little relieved.

"When!"

After another violent collision, yimorton suddenly increased his weight. Li Qingchen was still elegant. Suddenly, he was hit hard and retreated with a trembling sword. Only when you are close to the corner can you keep your feet steady.

"Hahaha! Come again!"

Finally, Li Qingchen was repulsed. With a smile, yimorton raised his axe and went forward again. Now we are starting again. He has made up for the need to defend again.

Attack is the best defense!

It was still 5 meters away from Li Qingchen, but imoden made him step on the ground directly and soar into the air. The double battle axe is held high, just like an eagle attacking the ground, directly to the top of Li Qingchen's head.

Before the battle axe arrived, Li Qingchen had changed his face. I feel that an incomparably tragic momentum has firmly locked myself, and I want to avoid it, which has made up for it.

"When!"

With an axe, Li Qingchen took the sword and held it again. The tiger's mouth burst, and the bloody sword "hummed" did not fall to the ground.

Li Qingchen's estate seemed to be hit hard. His mouth was spewed with blood, and the whole person fell to the ground again. The rising momentum is suddenly depressed, and then make up for the original momentum.

Imorton walked in. No, Li Qingchen fell to the ground. The cesium is complex. When a man fought with him in close combat for more than half an hour, he would dare to believe what he saw!

He who makes up for his mistakes is like an envoy who makes up for his mistakes. Si himself is weak and attacks the enemy. He knows what he wants!

Those who have made up for it will make up for it. If the opponent has been slightly injured, he will never have a chance. Catch him and torture the "black Scripture of the dead" and the "holy Urn"!

Yimorton's cruelty loomed. Once the battle axe turned over, the axe blade cut to Li Qingchen's limbs.

"Zheng!"

In the face of danger, Li Qingchen made a sudden grip, and a long sword appeared again. With a cold bang and a flash, it had pierced into the chest of Moreton.

Such a sudden change made him stunned, and then mocked him: "useless land, be my prisoner!"

While talking, he took care of the sharp sword in his chest and still approached Li Qingchen.

"Oh, come on!" Li Qingchen smiled inexplicably. Without a strange smile on his face, imoden felt a touch of wonder, and a palpitation rose from his head. It seems a little late to turn this place into dust and dust.

At the same time, the "concussion" was lost, and a sense of dizziness was felt again.

In an instant, Li Qingchen found a black caesium doll. Before imorton recovered, when the doll was about to be played, the ring between his fingers flickered wildly, sang in secret, spit out from his mouth, and a purple caesium halo enveloped imorton.

"Woo woo!"

The black cesium air flow from the dolls appears, and the package does not flow into the interior without imoton.

"Supplement --!"

Soon, there was only one head left of the imoden patient, and all of its parts had been inhaled into the doll.

The voice of grief and indignation roared from the mouth, and the head was instantly Sandy. The roar didn't want to escape.

The yellow sand could not escape because it was wrapped by the black cesium airflow. Finally, there was a sad cry, and the whole person was locked in the doll.

Li Qingchen quickly sealed the doll, took a password box and put the doll in.

"Alas! It's a pity to make up the space."