MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 72 【】

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It is said that it is necessary to pull the sword, but Yin Yue’s reliance on the lake only has a half inch.

The black shadow in the grass has been gaining momentum for a long time. Since it jumps out, it will never let him grab the opportunity.

The four grasses of the wild grass are folded down, and the black shadow is shot to the right shoulder. The vast magical pressure came, Yin Yue crossed the sword to stop, leaning against the lake is still in the sheath, humming, and hedged with the magic.

Suddenly, the light in front of the eyes shook, the dagger in the other's sleeve went straight to the door, and the sharp light made him tingling for a moment. Yin Yi turned over his wrist, leaning against the lake to change the thorn, picking the dagger, but not at the foot to prevent two steps backward, this only saw the shadow.

It is different from the two pale complexes that I have seen in the Southland. The other side is wrapped in a tight black broth, the realm of restraint, can not see the depth, only revealing a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

A long time later, Yin Yi knew that this kind of person has the same name, and there is a unified name, the hunter on the wilderness.

They live, wander and plunder in the wasteland, and the prey is the rusher of the order. Usually know how to fight, after patient observation, long ambush, judge the strength of the prey, and then hit and kill.

Now, the hunter's trail is exposed, and he suddenly fails to kill Yin Yin. According to experience, he should leave at the fastest speed. But he didn't.

Because these two people's robes work beautifully, they look very rich, and the look is innocent. After finishing this hunting, it should be enough for half a year. it's a bargain.

The more Yin Yin knows the other person's thoughts, in fact, from the cross sword to the picking dagger, but in the blink of an eye. The Yihu sword didn't get out of the sheath at the first moment, let him panic for a while, and quickly calmed down. The two steps of retreating have subconsciously made the ‘stepping mountain river’.

These two steps are coming to an extreme and earning him time.

Leaning the sword of the lake, the white figure leaped high, accompanied by the resounding sounds of the wilderness, as the birds cast the forest and pressed down to the opponent.

Others are in the air, and the grass on the ground suddenly separates from the two sides, extending ten feet away.

The sword is swaying, like the sea.

It is the ‘ crane’s cloud’ of the swordsmanship.

He is now a small rider, and both the real and the kendo are not the same. The power of this sword is ten times better than the folding.

At the same moment of the sword, Yin Yi knows that the sea has quickly calculated the opponent's hundred kinds of coping, and even counted his own twenty strokes.

But he did not think that the other party did not pay attention to his sword.

The dagger cut through the air and cut it to his throat. Clean and neat, like weeding to cut the road.

Because it is simple and fast, it is so incredible that the trajectory formed a black arc.

The hunter is more confident than he is, or at least as fast. Then when the Yin Jianyue sword pierces his heart, he will also cut off the throat of Yin Yin.

"Stabbing -"

The short edge of the blade is gas white. It is the sound of the immersive practitioner's body protector being broken.

Between a few minutes, Yin Yi has even felt the coldness of the bone marrow.

Even though his sword has penetrated the opponent's body, the centrifugal pulse is not half an inch, but he is forced to change his mind and return to the sword defense.

Because he is really scared.

It was not until this moment that he finally understood what Juggernaut had just said.

This is the real battle between life and death. The opponent will fight with the injury and injury, and the fold will stop the difference.

In the face of enemies who are not afraid of death, all the exquisite swordsmanship and calculations lose their meaning.

Yin Yin fell to the ground, and the hunter did not give him any chance to breathe. The black arc of the short knives cuts the air, and the trajectory condenses into thin lines.

Numerous yellow leaves are cut open at the line and the incision is flat. Dancing in the autumn wind.

The trajectory of the dagger becomes a net, which divides the space on the wasteland into chaos.

This is the net of the hunter.

The more Yin Yin is in this network, the advance and retreat is not allowed.

"铮铮铮铮-"

The tightly pierced percussion sounds reverberating, and between the moments, the lake sword meets every line, and it is the same as the dagger.

Yin Yin turned over his wrist and stabbed the sword straight to the ground under his feet. The ground cracked into a deep gap, and countless swords and scorpions shot from his body, cutting off the overwhelming black net.

He pulled the sword, and the earth and gravel splashed.

The chill was set off, and the dry grass in the wild condensed heavy hoarfrost.

Cold water sword!

The hunter is flying with a short squat and seeing him confront him.

Yin Yi is more certain that this sword will cut off the other's dagger.

No one knows more about the sharpness and hardness of the lake than he does.

However, the next moment, his sword did not fall.

Because the short hand of the opponent's right hand suddenly took off his hand and threw it at the door of his face, and the left hand was surprised to see a long knife, which slid to his waist.

Hide the knife in the sleeve.

The enemy never said that there was only one dagger.

No matter how seemingly favorable, it is stupid for the hunter to be close.

"laugh--"

The white smoke rises and the body is broken.

The method is shameless but effective.

Yin Yi has blocked the Thunder's dagger, but he can't get back to the long knife.

The long knife came to the throne, but the magic was not heavy, but he still broke his body. The thin blood line oozes from the robe.

He changed his sword fast enough to be cut off.

From the fight to the present, although the two sides have more moves, the fighting time is only half a cup of tea.

Yin Yi has twice fallen into a dangerous situation.

This reminds him of the experience in the dark caves of the Xiangshan Mountain. If the brother is here, he is still a drag.

Awful.

It is clear that he was pointed by the world's first Juggernaut, clearly that he broke through the small ride.

Still no progress at all.

Yin Yiyue sealed the abdominal wound with the real yuan, and his face was as quiet as water.

The long knife broke the wind.

The vast magical blast broke in the wilderness, centered on the blade, and the wild grasses of the four fields were smashed into powder, like rain.

The hunter finally used the strongest means, because he decided that his opponent had just got a knife.

If he wants to have a sword, he can't avoid this knife.

If he wants to retire, he will only retreat from then on.

The more Yin Yin is only sideways, and the sword is at the same time.

The violent real yuan is exhausted, but it is not a day.

He flew over the blade, and the robe danced and danced.

No light, no swords.

Only full of suffocation, throw out in a sword!

Relying on the lake feels the owner's mind, long songs between the heavens and the earth.

Then the autumn wind is quiet, and the voice of this sword is left in the wilderness!

The sword saint look after the wild grass is a little surprised.

The battle went here, and he showed his expression for the first time.

After the breath, the sword never met. At the same time, he did not enter the opponent's body.

Hunters don't use magical guards, which is considered waste. Yin Yin chose to use all the real yuan in the sword.

So at this time, there is no sound, only blood and light splashes.

The black and red blood turns into a flower that competes in the air.

The hunter's eyes solidified in shock.

He didn't understand why the opponent's sword would be faster than him. What went wrong?

Yin Yin pulled the sword, and the dead magic repair fell backwards, kneeling on the ground, and the smoke rose.

The other's long knife was also pulled away from his body, only a few millimeters from the heart.

Blood and water slid down the blade, and the wind was full of blood and blood.

Juggernaut came out.

Yin Yin is slightly stunned. "Master, I am not doing well... I am similar to his realm, but I almost lost to him."

Juggernaut patted his shoulder. "Only on life and death, don't look at winning or losing."

There is another sentence that Wei Feng did not say. This person's realm is actually higher than his own apprentice, but the magic practice is special, and it is not easy to reveal the pressure.

Yin Yin was shot by Master. Depressed and stunned.

He smiled softly.

The burning sun is on the wasteland, shining his white hair and eyebrows.

*************

Luo Mingchuan has been in the West Coast for seven days. He took down more than 300 disciples from the end of the mountain. Separated in the middle, one team escorted the emigrants to the north, and the other team continued with him to go west.

Traces of the magic repairs have been seen everywhere on the road, and they have also played against several lone walks. However, it has not yet encountered the Magic Repair Brigade.

Until entering this town.

The town was not prosperous, and now it is completely empty, and even the **** and **** can't hear it. The streets are full of scattered baggage, which shows how rushing at the time. Fortunately, there was no blood in the body. It was the townspeople who got the news early.

But there is still plenty of magic in this town.

There are magic repairs still hidden here, but the enemy is dark, they are clear.

"Be alert at all times, the team should not be scattered. I went to the heights to see." Luo Mingchuan confessed, flying and plundering to the tower in the town.

He has a prestige among the disciples, and no one has raised any objection to this road. The follow-up facts prove that his decision is always the most appropriate and effective.

Luo Mingchuan looks far on the tower, and the town of Xiaosei has a panoramic view. Compared with Garan's technique, God's knowledge is a chicken. He didn't need to deliberately ascend, but he was prepared to be seen as a clue to the practice.

It is now the first time he has used scorpion surgery since he went down the mountain. Because he has intentionally reduced his dependence on it.

The magic repair showed signs in his eyes, and the mansion to the east of the town had gathered at least ten people. They will have a special covert method, which can absorb the breath and avoid the observation of the gods. This subtle concealment should be the ‘Bi Palace’ in the twelfth house.

Luo Mingchuan is staring at God, but he has suddenly stepped back three steps.

The footsteps just fell, only where he stood, the blue bricks burst open!

The entire tower was slightly shaken. After the smoke, the shadow of the enemy's figure appears. Five people, repaired to see no depth, sealed his retreat everywhere.

The disciples of the dynasty heard the sound, and some have rushed to the tower.

Luo Mingchuan shouted at the same time as he shot.

"Don't come over! Be careful!"

The voice did not fall, and the team heard a miserable wailing. At the moment when they were bombed and attracted their hearts, they did not realize that the magic repair came silently.

The golden light of Buddhism's big handprint is lit up on the tower, which is the fastest way to break through. The enemy in front of him was blown open, but the remaining three quickly gathered.

One of them was the highest, and the other two were led by him.

The thief first smashed the king, and Shen Zhoujian smashed out of the sheath and pulled forward a sharp sword.

The tower was cracked at the foot of Luomingchuan, and the cracks stretched all the way. The gravel and dust of the sky burst. It seems that there is life in general gathering in the sword week, together with the sword front to the enemy.

It seems like a sword.

The opposite of the two people's rich magical condensed into a real wall, blocking in front of another person, and the man's hands are changing rapidly, and the magical swords are volleyed.

Weng Ming deaf ears, and countless swords on both sides met in the air.

Luo Mingchuan was anxious to help the younger disciples in the next tower, and there was no reservation.

"boom--"

The wall of the magical interest was broken, and the swords were swaying. The two magical repairs were severely countered, and they were shattered by the heart.

The fragile tower was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.

In the overwhelming smoke, the man stood still and was still printing. His face was unchanged, as if he did not see his companion falling or dying. Wan Jian is constantly born out of thin air.

Luo Mingchuan was sinking in his heart and knew that he underestimated the strength and reaction of the other side.

It’s too late to start the sword, but the eyes can be faster than the sword.

His pupils are miniature, and the magic in front of him is broken. This gave him time to win the sword.

Shen Zhou broke through the encirclement and came to the enemy.

The other party suddenly closed his hand, and his look was shocked, allowing the gravel to penetrate the body. Blood is like a spring.

Finally, he was pierced by a long sword, but he looked at Luo Mingchuan’s eyes and shouted.

"Jun..."

Then fell from the sky and fell in the ruins of the tower.