V3.C45

"Use?" The wind trace murmured, but his face did not change obviously. He had doubts about this before, and all kinds of coincidences seemed too much.

"How do you know about it?" Cold but asked, wind trace's eyes are still looking at blue dye, killing intention hidden but not hair.

LAN ran said with a smile, "of course, it's because I also participated in it."

As soon as the voice dropped, it suddenly turned cold around. It was not the temperature, but the sense of sword.

Cold light suddenly appears, quick There is no time to react quickly. A sword has already cut blue dye's neck, and the shadow of wind trace has arrived at the other side's back.

His eyes drooped slightly, looking at the clear bloodstain on his neck, he showed a look of admiration, "this kind of chopping is really terrible."

With his voice, the bloodstain disappeared, along with his figure. The wind trace turns around, and blue dye's figure appears on the other side.

If there is no extra words, the sword light comes out again, and the figure of blue dye is still broken, and then it appears in another direction.

For several times in a row, LAN ran said with a smile, "don't waste your effort. My reflection is not just a kind of illusion. Your eyes, your perception and everything you have will deceive you. Instead of wasting your energy to make unnecessary attacks on me, you should listen to what I say."

The trace of the wind is not moved. The crazy man in his hand still has a sword faster than a sword. When the 11th blue dye is killed, his eyes change slightly.

"I found it. It's a magic device to manipulate the five senses."

From the beginning of the first sword, he analyzed the characteristics of the opponent's moves, and the short film carving has grasped the most important point.

With the eyes closed, vision is shielded by itself, evil Qi fills the ear, and hearing disappears at the same time. The sense of touch, smell, taste and five senses are cut off in an instant The only thing left in this body is Yu Jian and Yu Feng.

Wind sword is invisible!

The most quintessence of the wind's sword is to use the intuition of the sword. In the cold light, he has reached the front of LAN Ran's body and chopped off with one sword.

"Oh LAN ran raised her eyebrows with surprise and exclamation.

When he was in the world of corpse and soul, he was able to say that he had done well, but it was not so after he came to this world. Before that, Yu Zhibo Xuan had seen through it once, but now he was cracked by the wind trace with his sword intention.

Sure enough, the strong in every world can not be underestimated.

When!

The sound of two swords hitting each other echoes on the new lonely peak. The two figures crisscross each other, and the fatal sword of wind trace is blocked by blue dye.

As mentioned above, lanran often acts by means of mirror flowers and water, but his own strength can not be underestimated. He chooses to use the mirror flower water moon, and many times it is just because it is more convenient.

The five senses recover, and the wind trace looks at the blue dye nearby. He moves with the sword and keeps attacking towards LAN ran.

And LAN ran no longer uses the mirror flower water moon here, chose to rely on its own strength and the other side frontal confrontation, actually did not fall behind.

"Give up. You can't kill me. I just want to tell you that there is someone else behind this matter. By the way How about a deal? "

"Well?" The trace of the wind frowned slightly, but the attack on the hand did not stop.

"A deal about less white swords, I think you'll be interested."

The sword will stop!

……

LAN ran goes to the new lonely peak. Xuan naturally doesn't know. However, he believes in LAN ran from the bottom of his heart. Although he doesn't know what form the other party will use, he will sell himself.

To some extent, Xuan and LAN ran have many similarities, so after a short contact, they both regard each other as the first target to eradicate.

Their fragile alliance was a joke, and it was broken when she died.

What they are doing now is essentially the same thing.

Perhaps a wise man will sympathize with another wise man, but the schemer will not identify with another schemer.

Well, Xuan and LAN ran don't talk about it for the time being, on the other side.

This is a hidden mountain range in the world. From a distance, there is no special place, the same barren, the same precipitous.

A golden light suddenly appeared and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

With the disappearance of the golden light, there is only a magnificent holy mountain in the mountain range. Twelve palaces stand in turn from low to high. The soft border covers the whole holy mountain, and it is perfectly integrated with the surrounding areas. If you don't enter in person, you won't notice anything different.

Mu of Aries stands in front of his palace. He looks at the sky quietly. He hopes to get enlightenment from the stars to understand his future path.

Unfortunately, there are no stars in this world, and the astrology learned in the previous life can not play any role.

Sigh, he and others have the same confusion, strange to come to this kind of strong people gathered in the world, as long as it is inevitable that people have this mood.

Although he is a gold fighter, he is also a man He had no interest in striving for supremacy and becoming a God. All he cared about was his mission and duty as a holy fighter.While he was meditating, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The familiar little universe made him eyebrow.

"Saga!" He exclaimed, and hastened to lift up his best friend. "How could you be so embarrassed?"

Shajia's appearance is particularly miserable. Compared with the past, the small universe is extremely weak. There are terrible wounds in the places not covered by the golden vestment, like being hit by the most abundant energy, and his whole body is almost dyed red with blood.

This is almost impossible. In Mu's impression, shaga is the strongest Gold Saint fighter, and the God who is close to him is not talking nonsense.

But it was this man who was in such a mess. Judging from the speed of his return, I'm afraid he escaped all the way back.

"I was ordered by the Pope to get back the vestment of cancer. I met a man named Yuzhi Boxuan and fought with him." Shajia's brief explanation can't suppress the wound in his body, and he gushes blood out of his mouth.

"Don't talk. I'll take you to the pope at once." Mu anxiously said. At this time, he can't control his doubts about the Pope. The injury of his good friend is the most important thing.

Unfortunately, the abilities of the twelve golden warriors are different, but none of them is specialized in therapy. Otherwise, Mu would not be so anxious at this time. ..

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