MTL - Martial King’s Retired Life-v7 Chapter 76 .Farewell [Part1 / 2]

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Azure sword awn-fleeting. The explosion soared into the sky, and the fierce impact of the collision almost toppled Lotus Terrace.

The Lotus Terrace is covered by dense fog and dust, and no one can win or lose.

For a long time, from the midst of the dust-a head who talked, it was still him.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, happily. This trip to Central Plains is worthwhile."

Wen Wudao threw the sword to the ground, and stretched a long waist. The contented look was like a child who just had a full meal. On the other hand, Jingqi Shen is fuller than ever. It seems that the feat of almost all the fighting powers just picked by one person just now is just warming up and not starting to move hands and feet.

"It will make Wen Wenwang play happily. My brother and I are also very happy.

The dust was cleared, and the two principals of the killing coalition finally appeared.

Lord Le still laughed, as if reunited with family and friends. He practiced a Buddhism in Buddhism, centered on laughter. Even if a loved one dies tragically, the smile will not change in the event of a calamity. It is hard to tell how much combat power he lost in the move just now.

The bitter subject doesn't even look at it. Before he started, it was the expression of a dead dad. At this time he was hurt, but he seemed happier than before. I do not know the depth.

However, even without speculating from these details, you can understand how the battle is going.

The cyan light that day was not unprovoked, but a testament to the world's top warriors.

Before the "Candle Photo Youying", no matter how powerful the two agents were, they were hopeless to win.

Wen Wudao did not show the slightest expression of self-confidence, but looked at T's sad Confucian student with interest.

"Did this bitter principal just use the magic power of Kyushu Confucianism?

The bitter subject didn't say a word, but the fat and mumbled subject gave thumbs up.

"Oh, I heard the king knowing about the goods. We have been in the Central Plains for so many years and we have n’t been recognized by the Central Plains people. But it was pierced by your elderly people. High, it is really high. The fat man wrote a big suit.

When it comes to finding pens, it seems that I really want to write-one.

"Lezhu's" Blessings in Handbags "is also the secret of Buddhism. It is said that it was trained a hundred years ago. It is true that Lezhu can do one of the five major killers of the League.

The two men in the high ranks in the Killing League have separately practiced the martial arts of Confucianism and Buddhism. And it is worthy of the candlelight dazzling-move without losing, showing that the cultivation is profound.

"There is also an indisputable apprentice.

His eyes-picked, crossed the three, and hit the cold shocked stream with a sword standing still.

The lines smiled impertinently, grabbed with two hands, and two swords on the ground jumped into their hands. The two swords held separately are staggered, wiping out a spark of sparks against the air.

The meaning of declaring war could not be more obvious.

"The three magical skills of the world today are right in front of me, can I not go up-will? Everybody, be careful."

The impermanence hits.

Seeing that the enemy is coming, Kuerer II turned around and ran, letting Leng Liuliu take the lead.

Wulin rules, the so-called old must be crazy and less stable. If the seniors don't relax, the young can't help it. The two principals are old and sophisticated, don't you know that?

Leng Jingliu had no complaints, and did not say a word of cursing his mother. The young swordsman is arrogant and never loves joining hands with others. The two principals stepped back, but he expressed his heart instead.

Wen Wudao opened his lacquered sword with his left-hand sword, and the wind of his right-handed sword made a loud noise. Leng Jingliu wants to return to the sword to protect himself, but feels in the hands-Shen, but feels that the other side's sword. There is an adhesive force to absorb the adhesion. It is very different from the strong sword strength of the right-hand sword.

This person was able to exert completely different abilities at the same time, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Leng Jingliu did not immediately fight against himself, but just waited. At this moment, around the body-Gang Yirou two strengths rushed to Wen Wudao on both sides.

Naturally, two old rivers and lakes came to help young people.

They distinguished their faces and colors, knowing that the young man, Leng Jingliu, was arrogant and lonely, and it was necessary to persuade him to join hands and waste time and effort. Fortunately, he was forced to enter the game, and then assisted, and the joint game was self-contained. Moreover, the young man's swordsmanship is sharp, and there are magic weapons in his hand, which is most suitable for the main attack.

Although the martial arts of the two principals is not as good as heard, but they found a solution in one minute and three. The response is quick and the conspiracy is well-deserved.

With a dozen or three, Wen Wudao was not afraid, and he was playing happier and happier.

His left hand, the sword fiercely split on the main sword of Le Master, fell into a situation of internal force competition, and the sword palm was entangled. His right hand-the sword stabbed in front of the suffering master, and he was gripped by empty-blading. Leng Jingliu shot at this time, but was struck halfway by a sword and stepped back three steps. I saw that Wen Wudao still had two swords in his hands, but the two main subjects of Kuerle were facing each other with empty swords. \ '小 优

It turned out that Wen Wudao's two swords fell into a deadlock, let go, and picked up the two swords to fight back.

The martial arts of Kuerle II and the sword of Leng Jingliu, in terms of tactics, there are not many enemies in the world.

It's just that the change of Wu Wudao's tricks is too weird and too fast. The shots are irrational. The front sword doesn't pick up the latter tricks, but the speed is almost as fast as a avatar. He played and picked again and again, with six swords against three

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