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The first thousand five hundred and sixty-eight chapters of the magic gate to the magic palace

Chapter 1568: Demon Sect vs. Demon Luo Palace

Ruan Tianjing threw the two of them out wildly, and the strong body that flew out horizontally made the other party feel busy again; while he stretched out his hands and the two short blades shot in front of him were easily taken into his palm.

Both sides stopped temporarily, and the strength of both sides was beyond the opponent's expectations. Now the disciples of the Blood Sect were shrinking their formation tightly. They had to reorganize the formation and calm down the strong shock that the enemy had just brought to them. The huge sense of loss had to make them stop and reorganize.

Wu Tao's eyes were shocked and angry. He had personally experienced the power of these formations, and he believed that he had attached enough importance to Ruan Tianjing, the enemy to be destroyed. However, he still did not expect that Ruan Tianjing could be so powerful. Now, in addition to being shocked and angry, he was the first time he was pointed at by Xiang Yufeng, but he was not good at the army. The hatred in Wu Tao's heart was really full of hatred.

Ruan Tianjing looked down at the two short blades that had just been snatched from the other party's hand. The short blade was about 40 centimeters long from the tip of the tip of the handle, which was longer than the dagger. It could be called a short sword. The two fingers were wide, the blade was thin and sharp, and the cold air was impressed. A slender blood groove in the middle extended to the tip of the blade, revealing a cold look that was stretching out and licking the bloodthirsty tongue to welcome the delicious blood.

Ruan Tianjing rubbed the rough handle of the blade with his hand, and looked up at the disciples of the blood sect who were surrounded by evil spirits. Ruan Tianjing had never been lazy to ask about who the other party was, because in his mind, there was no need to ask any enemy who wanted to kill him. More importantly, these people were sent by the man to stop him, and no matter what, he would not let them leave.

The opponent was unexpectedly calm and calm. When Wu Tao waved his hand again, the second attack began. The circle of Blood Sect disciples surrounding him dispersed in an orderly manner, making the momentum and attack points more confusing. As soon as the black shadow moved, two guys rushed up from the left and right sides. The shiny blade passed by the night sky, bringing up a trace of afterimage, and they were about to pierce four holes into Ruan Tianjing's body.

Ruan Tianjing waved his hands quickly, and the two short swords in his hand met at a faster speed than that. After blocking with four very rapid sounds, he wanted to concentrate on quickly and quickly eliminate an enemy, but the four short swords in front and back stabbed him quickly, and the roar was extremely sharp. He could only sigh and flexibly turned and slide towards the short sword that attacked forward and backward, allowing the two men to retreat calmly. With a flash, they changed and pounced on them again. The sharp sword in his hand pierced fiercely, leaving only a series of sad white lights in the air.

The short sword in Ruan Tianjing's hand was as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, passing forward and backward, rising and lit up, and jumping and flashing quickly and lightly between his hands, leaving behind brilliant and dazzling shadows of blades around him, building a solid defense line, like a chime stone that has not moved for thousands of years, frequently resisting the wild attacks that have been moved around as soon as they touch it, like endless floods.

The blood sect members around them advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and they change positions quickly. They advance and retreat, and cooperate closely, but every attack was fierce and fierce. The short sword in their hands attacked continuously, and they all hit Ruan Tianjing's throat, chest, lower abdomen and other vital points. The four blood sect disciples on the outside stood like a mountain, without saying anything, and clearly matched the excitement and fighting in the encirclement.
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