MTL - Martial Arts Master-Chapter 652 Never

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Not only that, but they are also undercurrent, layered, piled up into a heavy and invisible shackle, making it difficult for them to break free, and their fists are difficult. It seems that they can only watch the long knife and smash, and they will fight against gold and iron. There is a sledgehammer, I have a head.

No rules no standards!

The long knife reflected into the eyelids of Loucheng, the shape was faint, and the darkness was added. It seemed to occupy the entire sky, and it ruled the six-in-one, and there was nothing else!

At this moment, Lou Cheng’s mind was shocked for a short time, and the body was tied by a rope, unable to move. Facing the whistling knives, he couldn’t think too much. The thoughts and roots of the martial arts accumulation and combat experience rooted in the mind of the mind, violently retracting the blood, holding Dan in the lower abdomen.

The awkward stars moved a little, and immediately outlined a powerful "bucket"!

boom!

Dan volcanic-like spray, the building into muscle mass expansion, the whole person becomes tall and large, cracking the invisible shackles, so that the surrounding is a continuous burst of sound.

When the white gas collapsed, he resumed his ability to move, his back turned, his shoulders lifted, his arms waved, and he punched a punch in the air!

Violent order!

Bang!

His fist hit the side of the knife, and the faint smoky smog disappeared. He beat the scorpion knife and bent it into a bow, and it finally appeared clearly!

This is a black knife with a long arm length. It is heavy and introverted. Between the texture reflections, there are inches of gold and mans flowing, which is more and more entwined with the deep and faint surrounding.

At this time, the road was always shaking with the wrist, and the "Skull Knife" bounced up, and the slamming sound was straight again.

Followed by him, he left and right, and then squatted down, as if writing an "eight"!

Hey! Hey!

The road repeats this process forever, and it has produced one after another "eight characters". The faster and the faster, the more eager and the more urgent, the wind is fierce and implied.

Loucheng is like a shower, take a strong breath, keep watching, turn into a storm, or smash, or collapse, or bang, or pump, to fast, fast, continuous!

Dangdang! The crisp collision sound echoed in all directions, and the rain hits the banana leaf. The black scorpion knife condenses the frost on both sides, getting more and more heavy, and getting more and more burden, while Loucheng is gradually numbly losing power. It seems to be slowly eroding by dark poison.

He only feels that the path of the road forever seems to have no end, and will continue until it destroys itself. It is like the evening night, no matter how the struggle of the big day, how to return the light, how to burn the clouds, it will still be slow. But resolutely swallowed, leaving no trace.

Dangdang!

Lou Cheng fists clenched, double elbows, and barely blocked the long knife, I know that I can not continue this way, otherwise it will fall into complete passive, winning and losing in manpower, can only hope that the road will never last long.

Between Huo Ran, he slammed his body under the shackles, accompanied by the combination of strength, blood and spirit, so that the "death knife" was left in the air.

boom! Before the long knife fell, he thundered and smashed his feet, and his feet struggled. He did not retreat and rushed to the road forever. Both hands held a heavy flame of lavender.

If it is dodge and retreat, the knife will continue to come, can not get rid of, only the offensive is the best way to deal with this move.

Sticking to the ground and rushing, the building will be in front of each other, and the two groups of purple inflammation will collide and spur the flames of the original.

But when Lou Cheng just jumped out, the road was always accurate to the milliseconds and stepped back, so that the distance between the two was not shortened by one centimeter, and the opponent tacitly danced.

His wrists turned over and the knife fell, and he turned to Lou Cheng.

It drags out the light marks of a claw and claws, like the dark lightning, the deeper the surroundings, the more it embodies its mightyness.

At the same time, the air blasted in the air, if there was a sunny day.

Lou Cheng scalp numb, thought of pulling the shoulder without thinking, forcibly shake the two arms up, let Ziyan collide in front of the knife.

Bang!

The purple light is sprayed thin, and the flame flow envelops the long knife, which is thick and thick like a magma.

Taking a short pause in the "Skull Knife", the building slammed into the feet and bounced back. The whole person leaned against the face and almost stuck to the ground, such as skiing.

puff! The long knife broke open the purple inflammation, rubbed the legs of the building and fell into the empty space.

There is no wave in the road forever. Following this trend, Huo Ran squats, and the long knife that condenses the thick and dark is inserted into the soil.

Hey!

Under the floor and around the spurt of a black knife, they carry gravel and clods, straight into the sky.

This is a stern look, and I can see that "Fantasy Vatican" and other people are screaming. In their view, Lou Cheng has fallen into an extremely dangerous situation, and his current state is hard to have a better. response.

At this critical juncture, Lou Cheng shook his limbs fiercely, and he rallied his body, avoiding most of the knives, and quickly outlined the deep and dark darkness in his mind and the heavy sun that hit the area.

The variation version is "drinking the head!"

Simplifying the nephew for him, the display is very fast!

Snapped!

Lou Cheng swayed his shoulders, slammed his arm, and shot his right fist down. The surface was covered with black cover and heavier and restrained. It seemed to absorb everything in the world.

Hey!

Seven or eight knives were dragged and slightly changed, and they were squatting on the fist of Lou Cheng, "smelting" in the darkness.

Followed by, "black" burst open, the power back spray, hit the soil.

Loucheng used this to bounce and change direction in the air. He just stepped on the ground and hurled a hurricane, changing his position and avoiding subsequent attacks.

In this process, his right fist was covered with knife marks, and there was a black intrusion. He was swallowed up with a lot of power and could only sag.

And the road once again paused, and satisfactorily said:

"The three knives were called dusk, sky spear and anger, and then the eighth knife."

"Electric electricity!"

The road never dies, the whole person has leaned down on the back, and the long knife swayed, as in the sheath, and popped up.

At this time, Lou Cheng’s mind was extremely dangerous.

He didn't think much, he pulled the back directly, took a step to the side, and leaned over the body.

Between Huo Ran, Lou Cheng had a flash of light in front of him, and the long knife had already reached the position where he had just stood, which was hard to imagine!

Behind the knife light is the wave of the air that has been broken, they show the shape, surrounded by "polar"!

Bang!

Until all this was clear, a strong sonic boom was drilled into the ear of the building, and the rolling waves were thrown around.

It is a bit different from the "Flying Dragons" of Xinzhai. It is the ultimate speed of the knife!

Hey!

"斩神刀" is both unbearable to withstand such pressure, shaking in the tremors, sending out movements, and seems to be extremely happy, can not help but scream.

The road forever changed his face slightly, and his eyes flashed, and the long knife retracted in front of him and crossed the lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the sharp and secluded spurts came out, and the surrounding moments were dark, and the sun at two or three in the afternoon was swallowed by the "Tiangou"!

The infinite endless darkness makes the building look like an eye, the ear can't hear it, and the spiritual sense seems to have lost its support, empty, and no feedback.

This makes him feel cool, only to feel that he is about to be swallowed by the "Tiangou"!

As soon as the qi and blood turned, Lou Cheng made a "fire" without any skill. It was just a lot, just fast!

The blazing white condensed and blasted, and quickly fell into the darkness, and quickly disappeared into the front of the building, but then there was no ignition, no sound of a blast, and everything around it was quiet, like death!

The darkness could not be contained, and Loucheng actually gave birth to a sense of admit defeat.

But he will be tyrannical, "Bing Xin" has no waves, still flashing all kinds of thoughts.

Grasping the flash of the flash of light, Lou Chengguan came up with a complicated slogan, "The squadrons are all arrayed in advance" and the complex 篆 word composed of nine ancient characters!

"Nine characters" are applied together, internal training is to enhance the spirit, external use can be against the enemy and fear, weaken the enemy, strengthen themselves, and explore the illusion caused by spiritual suppression within a certain range!

Lou Cheng suspected that most of the effect of this knife is "illusion", the experience after the spirit is blinded!

"Nine characters" for a moment, his eyes are pleasing in the clear, the sorrowful knife has been with the body, but it does not cover the surrounding color and the flame flow after the fire!

Lifting one hand, protecting his face, clenching his fists in one hand, and smashing out, Lou Cheng found the "斩神刀" hidden in the secluded mans!

when!

The long knife trembled and slanted to the side, and the floor became a lot of scars on the body, all of which showed darkness and a knife wound that rolled over the flesh!

His mind was empty, like a dark poisonous episode, busy with the blood, relieved most of the time, and fought in front of the punch, turned to attack!

The road always floats backwards, and the long knife is drawn in front of the body, separating the two, and then screaming:

"I lost!"

Has the nine knives been passed? Lou Cheng stayed in the footsteps and couldn't believe it.

In order to deal with it, he just tried his best and wrestled his brain. He didn’t even count a few knives.

The road always looks straight into his eyes:

"Nine knives have passed, I lost."

"The last knife is called eternal silence."

After he finished, he shook his head and turned away. Half of the thought was whispering in a desolate manner:

"It's too slow, too slow..."