A few seconds later, Wang Tanzhi's feet touched the ground again. Due to the effect of the [Heaven and Earth Reversal Art], from Xiao Tan's feeling, he was "upward" by someone, so when he approached the ground, his retreat speed had slowed down a lot. Taking this opportunity, he canceled his skill the moment he touched the ground, turned back the direction of gravity, and took advantage of the situation to stand still.

Also, because the direction of the dragon's strike was not perpendicular to the ground, Xiaotan's falling track was somewhat different from the rising ones. When he returned to the ground, he was no longer in the battle group between the demon soldiers and Zhao Yun.

"Wow? It's not bad... I look at it with ease." Feng Bujue, who was watching the battle, said, "With the enemy's attack, I got rid of the predicament with the minimum loss."

This is a typical person who doesn't know the pain of singing. At this moment, Xiaotan thought to himself: "What should I do... If I fight one-on-one, I may have a chance to win, but I will definitely win miserably... If I escape, Zhao Yun will be in danger. And if he dies... I will have a lot of responsibility."

Just as Wang Tanzhi was having a difficult psychological struggle, another uninvited guest... broke into the battle.

"One hates talent but no way; two hates beauty but little life..."

Before the person arrived, the poem had arrived, and the identity of the person coming was about to come out.

"Three hatreds, the waves of the river are endless; four hatreds, the world is cold and cold..."

When I read the fourth sentence, a stunning figure was already flowing like lightning.

"The five hatreds are easy to leak; the six hatreds are full of energy..."

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The sword moves, the sword qi sings.

The sound of the sword dance that was as fast as the wind blew, followed the trend and started to roar.

"The seven hatreds of puffer fish are very poisonous; the eight hatreds of peanut thorns..."

"Who?" The dragon shouted loudly in the air, and stepped down, trying to block the sword's edge.

"Nine hatreds about mosquitoes on summer nights; ten hatreds about radish hidden..."

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Fast, one word, fast.

The confrontation between the sword and the spear brought out a series of sounds of weapons pointing each other, as fast as lightning and as dense as rain.

"Eleven hates not having an enemy; twelve hates that the world is invincible!"

The poem's name stops, and the figure appears.

The two phantoms of the struggle stopped each other and formed a confrontation.

One side is a fat man. The single name is "Jiao" and a demon general under Lu Zhi's command is far away.

On the other hand, there is a swordsman in black. He is wearing a lilac shawl and carrying a set of sword frames on his back. His long hair is floating, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are called "The Sword Lord Twelve Hate", and he is a proud lone knight in the Thunder Sword World.

"This drama is becoming more and more interesting..." Feng Bujue was very excited as a bystander. He wanted to make some popcorn and sat down and watch slowly. "I don't believe... Jiao can beat the masters of the Thunder World..." After saying this, his expression changed slightly, "Hey? Wait... it's not right! When they fought just now, Jiao really didn't have a disadvantage..."

"Hmph... this time, a troublesome guy came..." On the battlefield, Jiao spoke again, "But... I want to defeat myself..." His confidence made it difficult for Brother Jue, a man who is familiar with the worlds of "Wu Shuang" and "Pili", to complain, "...it's still a hundred years early!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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