MTL - Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms-Chapter 14 Wrath of the Fury within five steps (2)

The eight-faced sword is like a ghost, like a flash of wildfire, and it is absolutely in the hands of him. Qingmeng’s Jianguang had just spouted from his right hand, and suddenly appeared from the wind of his left finger. His body was slightly twisted, and Jianguang sprinkled a circle of arc from his waist. His head was slightly swayed. The eight-faced sword was actually secretly smashed out from the side of his hair.

Chu Tian’s hands, feet, elbows, and knees, he smashed every part of his body, and he had a blue sword.

He seems to have merged with the eight-faced sword. The eight-faced sword is a member of his body. Any movement can trigger Jianguang. Any part of his body can be stabbed by Jianguang.

The seven axemen haven’t seen clearly that the day is the one that used them. They were worn by the eight-faced sword for at least 18 times. The sharp and unparalleled swords easily penetrated the hearts of them. When the sky or shoulders hit, or the knees were topped, or the elbows slammed, the seven axe hands were sprayed with blood and fog and flew in all directions.

Chutian’s figure was mixed in the body of seven knives and knives. The knife axe, the lancer and the archer all around him felt a dazzling stun, and the **** fog and the body of the companion’s companion blocked their sight. They didn’t even Can you find out where Chutian is!

Chu Tian stepped on a strange pace and suddenly flashed out from behind the body of a knife and axe.

He bent over and rushed out of the corpse, and a blue-colored sword light flashed across his shoulders, slanting across the waist of a spearman. The two-and-a-half-foot-eight swordsman easily and lightly swept over the body of the spearman and cut off his waist.

Chu Tian’s left and right hands slammed at the same time, and the heavy punch hit the two bodies of the spearman. The large pieces of blood sprinkled, and the two entities flew high. The attention of the surrounding enemies was instantly attracted by the two bodies, and the subconscious heads up. Looked over.

At the foot, it seems that the wind has lifted up the tall and healthy body. Chu Tian slammed into the front of the three spearmen. The three sacred swordsmen blasted in front of him. The three spears felt only a pain in the jaw. The eight-faced swords pierced from their lower jaws almost simultaneously from their hindbrain.

As soon as the right knee lifted, he only heard a terrible muffled sound. The fine iron guard in the middle of the spear was sunk by Chu Tian’s knee, and the whole lower body shattered. The body of the lancer flew up and smashed toward the ten archers behind him.

Chu Tian is just like a ghost behind the body of a spearman. He took seven or eight feet away in three steps, and stepped out of the body of the spearman in a step-by-step manner, followed by a cross-body belt. Starting from an arc, a green arc of light was sprinkled around the waist, and ten archers had not been able to pick up the melee sword, and they were smashed by Chu Tian.

Behind the three-handed axe screamed and screamed, and eight more spears stabbed from behind and on both sides.

The roar of the Ling's knife and the spearman shook the black pine trees around, and countless thin pine needles fell. Chu Tiantou did not return a step, and then stepped back to the rear, he was very secretive to the queue of three axe.

The eight-faced sword squirted from his right hand and pierced the heart of the right hand side of the axe hand. Almost as Jianguang penetrated the sword and the armor, the blue swordman swayed out from his left shoulder, his left hand side. The two axes of the axe were in horror, and he was cut off by a sword.

The body of the three axe hands has not fallen to the ground. The eight spearmen left their spears at the same time, pulled out the short knife at the waist, and rushed to Chutian.

These spearmen saw clearly that Chutian’s movements were too fast and the movements were too strange. They couldn’t even grasp the shape of Chutian. They could not kill the Chutian with a spear. Can only be close to the body to kill, use the advantage of the number to block Chutian, to change their lives, Chutian pierced their body at the same time, they also have to smash a few blood holes in Chutian.

Not only these lancers, but also the remaining knives and spears, all of them left their long weapons, pulled out a short knife with a half-length waist, and screamed like a wounded beast to Chutian. Rushing.

In just a few breaths, they lost almost half of their hands.

Chutian’s killing power is too alarming, and the efficiency of killing is too terrible. He does not use the means that the city’s heroes should have. It’s not the murderous skill of the military’s people’s halls. The Chutian’s use is purely for the sake of The killing technique is killing.

He should not be the head of the Baiji River, he should be a terrible assassin, the top killer.

Twenty burly figures wearing dragon scales rushed from all directions, and Chu Tian was so excited that his muscles were slightly tightened, his mouth slightly split, and he smiled brilliantly.

A few faint scars bounced on his face, which made his dark face add a little bit of anger.

In the boundless shackles and smolders, Chutian’s pair of scorpions are like the freshly frozen streams in the spring mountains, clear and clean, without any impurities. He is ridiculous, but his temperament is not like killing so many people, but also to continue killing many people's killers, more like a new dress, is going to the beauty dating .

The figure rushed up, and Chu Tian took a step. The three figures lost their goals and ran close to his body.

The eight-faced sword suddenly flashed around his waist, and a large piece of blood sprang up. The three spears were pierced through the chest, and Jianguang almost tore their upper body into two pieces.

The evil winds hit, and the five spears were both left and right, and they hugged at the same time.

Chu Tian’s foot moved, and the slanting step took a step. Five thick figures once again wiped his body. The nearest one’s arm was completely close to Chu’s cheek. Chutian smiled slightly at the desperate screaming, and the eight-faced sword in his hand squirted. The blood of the five men spurted out on the neck, and there was no movement at all when they landed.

Step by step, step by step, step by left, right step, step by step or diagonally.

Chutian’s movements are not big, and the pace seems to be simple to the extreme, but within five steps, no Ling’s smashing can touch his body. No weapon of Ling’s death can hurt him.

The ghost-like eight-faced sword flashed in his hands, one after another falling and falling.

In just a dozen breaths, fifty of the Ling's armored scorpions fell to the ground, and their bodies were piled up in a space of about five steps in length and width, and they were crowded together.

‘When 啷’, the eight-sided sword jumped back to the sleeve and buckled on the cowhide arm.

Chutian looked at the corpse lying on the ground and said faintly: "Within five steps, the man is angry, and the emperor is bloody. My sword is called "the sword."

‘嘿嘿’ smiled, Chutian was very unspoken and grinned: “Scare, kill the emperor, this is the loyalty of the Dajin, jokes, jokes, jokes!”

A scream of ‘wow’ came, Ling Fu saw that Chu Tian’s killing of the chickens smothered the five elite squadrons of his own team. One of the lost gods was slammed on the belly by Li Xiaoyan.

At least twenty kilograms of fat meat sprinkled with blood flying high, Ling Fusisi's bottom snorted.