More than a hundred meters outside the hall,

"It's over, it's over... It's dead, it's dead..." He hammered his palms and paced back and forth, his lips trembling rapidly. Philip looked like an ant on a hot pan, looking extremely restless.

Retracting his gaze, Haita sighed helplessly: "It's not out yet. Philip, can you calm down?"

"How do you calm me down? What else do you need to do? Are you dead? I'm not saying that you think you have some strength and like to solve problems violently! Damn, even prostitutes and girls want foreplay and don't like to force the bully... Now, Winsling's arm is broken, Tang En is going to die... You are happy, a bunch of idiots!" He took a breath, "By the way, what does it mean to say that the result was not released? Is there a turning point in this matter? You said, why don't you say..."

Even Haita, a good old man, couldn't help but roll his eyes in anger when he heard this, and frowned and said, "The result was that it didn't come out, which means that everything was not determined yet. Your friend is very strong, I can't see through him, and the master once praised him as a genius. Moreover, the fighting spirit channel in his body, unreasonable close combat... He may not have no other skills. So, just taking the master's sword, this matter may turn a little..."

Philip grinned: "What kind of channel, what kind of close combat, messy... Just give me a happy word, how high is the probability of this turning point?"

"...I don't know." Explaining the matter of the insider to the layman is undoubtedly painful. Haita avoided Philip's expectant gaze and looked at the side hall again, "Maybe...you can try to pray for a miracle."

"Miracle?" Philip's expression suddenly dimmed, "Strange ghost, isn't that still dead?"

Haita was silent, and this basically represented a default. To be honest, although he was comforting Philip, Haita himself did not believe that a miracle would happen. The master was too strong...

And more importantly, the master had previously said how to deal with Tang En's idea. Although cherishing talents is one reason, it also shows that the master did have the intention to kill. So now that there is only one sword, the master should not be able to hold back! Well, take all his strength and then hand over the ending to fate... This should be what the master thinks now!

I have to say that among the disciples of the Sword God, Haita, as the eldest disciple, is the lowest talent, but he is also the one who understands Wu Ding's mind the most. The fact is almost the same...

"Don't the boss have any chance?"

"There is a hair..." Waving his hand angrily, he suddenly paused again. Philip turned around and looked at David with his wounded arm. His expression changed. He then raised his head and beat him up. "Hey, David, where did you go just now? How about the injury on your hand? Is it important? I know a few good doctors, why should I introduce it to you? Don't worry, your minor injury will be cured for a few weeks. It's okay to think quickly, I have an acquaintance in the temple..."

Waving his hand to interrupt the nagging words. David looked at Philip's eyes with a quiet look on his face and a blank expression. He asked word by word: "Yes, no, there is, chance, chance?"

"Uh..." Philip was stunned for a moment, and came to his senses, just about to say something. David had already lowered his head in dismay, "I understand... Thank you." He looked up and nodded slightly, turned around and strode away.

He opened his mouth and watched David's back disappear into the corner not far away. Philip collapsed his shoulders and grabbed his hair hard, "Fuck!"

It was about twenty feet away on the right side of the hall, which had already left the scope of a secret institution. It was an abandoned ordinary house. David, who had just disappeared, reached out to push the empty wooden door open, walked through the main hall, and came to the backyard of the house.

In the small open space surrounded by wooden fences, except for Luke on the roof, more than dozens of people in the gray space were here, with expressionless faces and kneeling on one knee. They looked over the top of the fence indifferently and looked at the eaves of the hall not far away, like sculptures, silent.

In front of everyone, the cold metal pipe pointed diagonally above the sky. Under the bleak light, the fiery red prism crystal bloomed with a magnificent color in the palm of the pipe... Needless to say, this is naturally the purple cannon and the explosive crystal!

In a dull and depressing atmosphere, David passed through the crowd and walked to an empty purple-bore cannon. He also knelt on one knee, picked up an explosive crystal with his uninjured left hand, placed it firmly on the purple-bore cannon, raised his head and squinted his eyes... Grass, if the boss dies, no one of you will ever go out alive!

...

In the side hall, most of Wuding's one-handed sword has been unsheathed.

Tang En was still running wildly, his speed was not reduced, and his naked eyes were still invisible, but the faint smell of blood had slowly melted in the hall, which was caused by slight wounds everywhere in his body.

Now, Tang En no longer expects to be able to hold on until the sword body is completely unsheathed, which is not realistic. The reason why he is still running is because he has not thought about how to deal with the current situation... Not far away, the shadow clone is trapped in place and cannot advance in an inch. And because the sword intent around him becomes more and more fierce, his figure begins to fade gradually.

In this world, Tang En once heard that in Japan, there is a martial arts technique called sword drawing. It is to use instant explosive power to suddenly pull the sword out of the sheath, strike directly at high speed, and move forward in order to create a killing effect of one blow!

Tang En didn't know if the sword drawing technique was really so magical, but I think even if the magic level was increased by a hundred times, it would definitely not be as powerful as Wu Ding's sword drawing in front of him.

He pulled up very slowly, not as fast as the sword drawing technique. Because of this, there was no surprise attack effect of the sword drawing technique. In fact, he didn't need such an effect. He pulled it openly and every inch of his sword body could clearly see. And what he brought was the irresistible pressure like a mountain thunder.

In comparison, the sneak attack effect of the sword drawing technique is really cold, just like a pearl of rice grains competing with the bright moon, making it a laughing and not worth mentioning.

At this time, Tang En felt that he had become this ridiculous pearl of rice, and he couldn't hold on anymore...

With a loud bang, Tang En showed his bleeding figure beside the shadow clone, and stepped on the floor directly into powder with one foot. Then, "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At the same time, Wu Ding looked up, looked at each other, nodded and smiled. With a pleasant sound, he whispered softly, and pulled out the sword body directly. He just shook his wrist. The sword shook a very standard circle in the air.

In an instant, Tang En felt his body lightening, and the cold sword intent that was everywhere in the side hall disappeared instantly... No! Squinted his long and narrow eyes, Tang En looked at the long sword in Wu Ding's hand with great sensitivity. Sure enough... those sword intents did not dissipate, but were all thrown into the sword like moths to the fire, and then a layer of light golden light appeared on the sword body, flowing like water.

After doing all these moves easily, Wu Ding stepped forward, shrank into an inch and calmly handed out the sword. What followed was the overwhelming breath of death!

At this time, Tang En's hands and feet were stiff, as if they were tied up by several invisible ropes, and they were unable to move.

This was locked by the sword intent... "Roar!" He raised his head with a long shrill sound. After understanding, Tang En stomped his feet heavily and instantly broke free from the sword intent lock. His body flashed with ghosts, and he immediately rushed to avoid the sword and stab him directly.

If you only talk about pure speed, even if you are as strong as the sword god Wu Ding, you can't even face the battle with Tang En!

Of course, Wu Ding didn't care about this either. He just turned sideways and locked Tang En again. However, this time there was an additional shadow clone between the two. "Attack!" While taking steps and retreating, Tang En waved his hand to issue an order.

Without the suppression of the sword intent, the shadow clone swung the dagger without hesitation, and the blood blade was like a flower, and the strongest attack, which was the flower skill, and directly hit the long sword.

Yes, it's the long sword, not the Wuding. Tang En's goal has always been clear. Whether it's to use hiding, cheating, blocking, etc., as long as he can block the long sword, Tang En won this move. As for Wuding, to be honest, it's a boring and meaningless thing to treat him as an attack target...

After a quick step, Tang En stared at the junction of the Blood-light Dagger and the Flat Golden Sword. In an instant, a flash suddenly appeared in front of him, and a loud bang, and the hall trembled slightly. When he looked closely, Wu Ding stood in the field holding the Flat Golden Sword with a calm expression. The shadow clone with some of Tang En's strength disappeared at any time.

"Puff..." He opened his mouth and mouthed blood mist, bent his waist, Tang En grabbed his chest tightly, grabbed five blood marks, intending to use severe pain to press down the knife inside his body and torture it.

As the level increases, the effect of the shadow clone is already quite large, but its side effects are also obvious. That is, once the clone is injured, Tang En's main body will also be injured, just like a double-edged sword, hurting others and yourself.

Instead of taking advantage of the victory, Wu Ding stood there and paused, with a little surprised look in his eyes. With his current strength and insight, there are not many strange martial arts that can make him confused. However, the shadow clone just now made him feel strange and novel.

Before, Wu Ding knew that the shadow clone was fake, but he couldn't guess whether he was a phantom or something like a puppet. Later, he saw that he had not dispersed under the sword intent for a long time and was even injured, so he thought that this should be a puppet. Until the fight just now, the real sense of impact still made Wu Ding confirm this guess. However, the clone disappeared out of thin air, which made him feel a little uncomprehensible...

It's called a phantom, it has the physical touch of a puppet. It's called a puppet, it has the characteristic of a puppet disappearing out of thin air... What kind of martial arts is this? Is this a martial art?

Well, no matter what it is, thanks to the Shadow Clan. This made Wu Ding confused and gave Tang En time to cast his skills.

Hissing, it seemed that a whirlwind suddenly surged in from the side hall, and then blood-colored blade light suddenly appeared out of thin air, one birth, two birth birth, four births... rapidly rotated, splitting the space, and completely covered Tang En's figure in just a moment.

When Wu Ding came back from his thoughts, he saw a small blood-colored hurricane forming in the center of the hall. The strong wind swept down, and brown tables and chairs made marks on the floor and quickly collided towards the corners of the walls. The bang sounded loudly, mixed with the crisp sound of tea cups falling to the ground, and it was in a state of chaos...

Storm, the strongest attack skill that Tang En can use now!

At this point, Tang En also knew that there was absolutely no other way to go besides resisting head-on. If he was still lucky in his heart, he would definitely die!

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Wu Ding naturally would not know about Tang En's change in concept. He just thought Tang En was becoming more and more interesting... Haha, another martial art that he had never seen before!

With a strong interest, Wu Ding looked at the increasingly bloated blood-colored hurricane, holding up his long sword and stepping forward.

In an instant, as soon as the light golden sword approached, the blood-colored blade light that was rotating rapidly outside the hurricane flashed together, constantly hitting the sword body, sparks splashed everywhere, and the dense impact sounds were endless, and some blood blades were directly annihilated and shattered. Some bounced out, smashing the surrounding window glass, leaving deep marks on the thick stone wall, etc. The scene was spectacular for a while.

It’s just a pity that although the bloody hurricane became more and more raging, Woodin still raised his sword to advance!

In front of the bloated blood-colored hurricane connecting the ground ceiling, Wu Ding's figure seemed so small. But it was so small. He stood in front of the hurricane and stepped slowly into the ground... Around the light golden sword, the blood blades were still attacking one after another, like warriors who were fearless, but this time they were facing a heavy armored chariot armed to the teeth. After hitting it, they not only failed to stop it from moving forward. They broke the knife and smashed themselves to pieces!

This strange scene has to create an illusion - the long sword in Wuding's hand raised was like a burning fire stick. And this seemingly huge blood-colored hurricane is actually just a bubble with strong outside and dry inside. When the two collide, the bubble will break when it is touched. It will be destroyed when it is touched, and it will be completely vulnerable!

Soon, as Woodin continued to move forward and was about to approach the center, the blood-colored hurricane collapsed first... A loud bang suddenly broke out, and the previously rotating and orderly hurricane became a powder barrel. In just a moment, countless blood blades scattered and the light and shadow floated. The side hall, which had been repeatedly damaged, could not bear such a violent blow, and collapsed down rumblingly, dust and ashes rose, just like the scene of a disaster.

And a moment before this violent explosion, a figure flew out from the center of the hurricane like a broken sack, holding his head with his hands. His body curled up, and he sucked blood all the way to hit one wall, drawing countless spider-web-like cracks.

"Cough cough..." While coughing, he vomited blood in his chest. If the mad pain was eliminated, Tang En felt that his body was empty, as if his internal organs and flesh had been vomited cleanly.

Before he could recover, a pair of gray cloth shoes suddenly appeared in his eyes. Tang En slowly raised his head and saw Wu Ding, who looked calm, holding the light golden sword and coming to him.

It was still the same, and there was no change. There was no wrinkle at the corner of his clothes. It seemed that the huge power of the blood-colored hurricane suddenly exploded just now, and it had not happened to him.

Haha... he grinned silently and smiled self-deprecatingly. Tang En finally understood how ridiculous the previous gambling was. The Sword God was the Sword God after all. Even if he used all his skills, he could not resist an inconspicuous long sword lifted.

Wu Ding did not laugh. Although he seemed to have to hand over the long sword to easily win the bet, he still had no sense of joy. On the contrary, there was a little regret and regret in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of flawless jade that was about to be broken.

There was no verbal communication, just shook his head slightly, and Wu Ding leaned over and handed out the long sword of the weak gold. Cherishing talents is the only one who cherishes talents, but before big troubles, Wu Ding will not make mistakes... Alas, I just hope you don't be too resentful, and are willing to accept the loss. Once you figure it out, you will leave...

Thinking of this, Wu Ding stabbed the golden sword into Tang En's left chest and wanted to give the other party a painless way to die. But at this moment, suddenly,

"Ha! Come to my bowl!" Tang En, who was dying, suddenly grinned, leaned against the wall, straightened his shoulders, and placed his hands across his chest, bent his fingers into claws, and as he rose and fell, he just wrapped the light golden sword in it.

Is this useless? Wu Ding was slightly surprised when he saw this, but his hands were still moving, and he still stabbed straight towards Tang En's heart without any obstacles... "Huh?"

The sword suddenly became in the air, and Wu Ding exclaimed in surprise, looking puzzled. According to the length of the sword, it is time to pierce the other party's heart, but why did it not have any physical touch and pass it back from the sword?

Wu Ding's first reaction was to meet the strange martial arts just now again, but then he realized something was wrong. He saw a gradually expanding black crack between Tang En's palms, which was like a mouth, accurately grasping his light golden sword...

After a moment of silence, Wu Ding looked shocked and couldn't help but cry out: "Space magic... is wrong, it's tearing apart the space!" The former belongs to the category of space magicians, while the latter is the ability of a warrior.

With his palms trembling, Tang En nodded and chuckled: "Haha, Mr. Wu is very knowledgeable."

Space ability is Tang En's life-saving skill! When he knew that he could only resist Wu Ding's attack head-on, Tang En had been thinking about how to resolve this almost unsolvable sword. Or to be more precise, how to transform the faint golden light. Wu Ding promised to only use one move, so if the golden light fighting light dissipated, it would be equivalent to Tang En's winning.

After thinking about it, Tang En naturally focused on his strongest ability, that is, his ability to space. As long as he could successfully tear open the cracks in the space and circle the light gold sword. The powerful attraction rules in the space should be able to completely suck the light gold sword light away.

Of course, although the idea is good, there is another problem. That is, Tang En's strength is still too weak compared to Woody. If he takes action rashly, he will not only not be able to encircle the sword, but he may also be backfired. This is like eating, and rice can be swallowed smoothly by chewing it, but what if it is a stone in the rice? I am afraid that it will be broken, right?

To this end, Tang En made two attempts, one was to command the shadow clone attack, and the other was to face the frontal impact of the storm skill. The results of these two times seemed to be defeated, but in fact they were not. Although Woodin's light golden fighting light was extremely domineering, everything was easy to control. But as long as he still had a fighting spirit, he would always be consumed after being attacked with a strong attack!

Tang En fought this idea of ​​consumption. As long as he weakened the power of the light gold dove light, he would tear out the space crack and he could encircle the long sword... In fact, he succeeded!
Chapter completed!