Chapter 119

"Cough..."

In the huge pit, Liu Jiwu covered his chest and climbed out of the pit slowly, with a line of blood flowing out of his mouth.

Looking at Liu Jiwu, who was so embarrassed in the huge pit, everyone at the scene was stunned. When the public once again focused their eyes on the young man not far away, holding a big knife and looking calm, the consternation on his face immediately turned into stagnation.

One move!

Just now, the young man used only one move to make Liu Jiwu so embarrassed and shocked his eyes. Suddenly, everyone looked at the young man completely different.

"How strong! Liu Jiwu has reached the reality of half Buyang. This guy made him so embarrassed with only one move."

Han Xue's jade hand gently covered cherry lips. The surprised color on her face was hard to hide. In addition to surprise, her eyes were more happy.

Every move of the youth in front of them can affect the life and death of their Liuyan mercenary regiment. Only when the youth finally wins, can their Liuyan mercenary regiment have a glimmer of vitality.

The more than a dozen League members behind Han Xue, after seeing Zhuo Wen's strong performance, the original residual doubts on his face dissipated at the moment, replaced by hope on his face.

"You big knife..."

Liu Jiwu quietly stepped back and stared at the exaggerated broadsword in front of the boy.

Just now he clearly sensed that the pressure like a mountain was emanating from the young man's big knife. It was because of the strange pressure on him that he was caught off guard by Zhuo Wen.

"Didn't you say that there are days outside the sky and people outside the people? Now I'll give it back to you in the original words."

Zhuo Wen gave a sneer. Immediately, he held the handle of the knife upside down with his hands and bowed at his waist. The whole person was like a ghost. He appeared in front of Liu Jiwu in an instant. His hands were suddenly tightened. His body suddenly rotated half a circle in an exaggerated posture. The big knife in his hand was like a meat grinder and smashed at Liu Jiwu's waist.

Liu Jiwu's face changed slightly. At this time, he didn't dare to be careless. The endless cold in his body suddenly surged out, condensing ferocious armor on his body surface, covering his whole body tightly.

"It seems that your strength is largely brought by the broadsword in your hand! If I guess correctly, the broadsword in your hand is definitely a Lingbao. But I will let you know that even if you have Lingbao, you may not be my opponent."

Liu Jiwu snorted coldly and raised his hands slightly. Two cold daggers suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Keng!

The sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded, and the crisp sound echoed in the field. Zhuo Wen's pupils narrowed and stared at the two daggers that appeared at the blade of the broadsword.

He could feel that the dagger in front of him was definitely not a Lingbao, but to his surprise, the two daggers could resist the swing of the dragon pattern knife without breaking.

"Boy! It's over. You can die at ease."

Liu Jiwu's eyes narrowed falsely, and a proud radian appeared at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly pulled out his left hand. The dagger in the palm of his hand suddenly flashed a cold light, like an electric light, and went straight to Zhuo Wenmei's heart.

"It may be too early to end!"

The corners of his mouth made an arc, and the Dragon Qi in Zhuo style immediately poured into the dragon pattern knife, and a more powerful dragon pressure reappeared in the whole space.

Under this powerful dragon pressure, Liu Jiwu's left hand also stagnated for a moment.

As soon as his eyes coagulated, Zhuo Wen's right leg was like a spring and suddenly swept to Liu Jiwu's neck. The wind passed by his leg, which immediately set off a rapid breaking wind.

Touch!

In Liu Jiwu's sober moment, leg wind had hit his neck with an arrogant attitude. He only felt that after the pain came from his neck, his body immediately flew out like a flying butterfly.

Looking at the figure flying upside down in the air, Zhuo Wen's mouth once again aroused a strange arc. He suddenly bounced his legs, held the right hand of the handle of the knife upside down, and pulled it hard. The whole person appeared over Liu Jiwu like a meteor.

Liu Jiwu suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked to find that Zhuo Wen didn't know when he had come over him. At this time, he was smiling at him inexplicably. Then he looked at a huge blade and became more and more thick in his eyes.

A smell of death rushed into his mind in an instant. His heart roared violently, and immediately his hands crossed against his head. Then he only felt a pain in his hands, and then his body suddenly fell down like a meteorite.

Boom!

Liu Jiwu once again smashed a bigger pit in the same place in full view of the public. The creaking sound of the collision between the body and the ground made the people on the scene feel cold.

The people were full of incredible eyes. Originally, they thought it was just a close battle, but now it seems that it is a completely one-sided situation.

The first time Liu Jiwu was hit hard by Zhuo Wen, it can be regarded as a fluke, but then he was hit into the ground one after another, no one thought it was a fluke.

"Ah! Kill him, you go together and kill this bastard!"

In the huge pit, there was a scream of hysteria. Liu Jiwu suddenly jumped out of the huge pit. At this time, his arms were bleeding a trace of blood, and his arms were twisted at a strange angle. It was obvious that his arms had been abandoned.

Liu Jiwu's state at this time is also very embarrassed. His eyes become very red. His eyes staring at Zhuo Wen are full of profound killing intention. This is the first time he has been beaten so embarrassed in many years, and this man is still a 15-year-old boy.

At Liu Jiwu's command, dozens of Liu family's good players behind him were all hand-held weapons. Fearlessly, they swept away towards the young man standing quietly in place in the distance, and a tragic atmosphere immediately filled the whole space.

"Arrogant boy, even if your strength is strong? Your fists are difficult to defeat four hands. So many hands are united, even the martial arts of Yang reality can only retreat, and your final end is to die ugly."

Liu Jiwu's eyes became bloodthirsty and crazy. He felt the pain from his arms and the approaching smell of death in his heart just now. He knew that if he hadn't blocked the blow with his arms at last, he would probably fall because of it, instead of being so seriously injured now.

In the camp, Han Xue and others also saw that dozens of Liu family good players Qi Qi swept away towards Zhuo Wen. Their face suddenly changed. They knew that since Liu Jiwu was not the opponent of the young man in front of them, they had to use the crowd tactics.

Moreover, Han Xue knows that the dozens of good players of the Liu family are basically the elites of the Liu family. Their accomplishments are basically above the five levels of yin and deficiency, and they are very good at the art of combination. If these people work together, even the martial artists of Yang reality can't get the slightest benefit.

Although Zhuo Wengang's performance is quite dazzling, he is only one person after all. Therefore, Han Xue feels that even if the mysterious young man is strong, he is still not the opponent of these Liu family elites.

"Bleak little brother! These guys are the elites of the Liu family, and they are good at the art of union. If they are united together, even the martial artists of Yang reality can't get benefits. You'd better go back to the station first and join us. It's the best policy for us to resist together."

Seeing dozens of Liu family elites approaching the sky over the mysterious boy, Han Xue couldn't help shouting anxiously. After all, the boy came to help them get out of trouble. She didn't want the boy to fall into crisis.

Standing in place, Zhuo Wenwei tilted his head, looked at Han Xue, smiled, moved his lips several times, and the sound of Qingyue suddenly came from this space.

"They, I didn't pay attention, you can rest assured!"

Hearing the young man's crazy words, everyone in the station was stunned. I don't know why. As soon as the young man said this, a trace of silence appeared inexplicably in their hearts.

"This guy is too brave! How can he have the same character as that boy?"

Looking at the stubborn figure in the distance, Han Xue had a tremor in her heart for some reason. In her mind, she couldn't help but emerge a beautiful and quiet young face. The guy's character was so similar to the young man in front of him. He was also independent, tough and stubborn.

"What a arrogant boy, he really thinks too much of himself. Wait a minute, he doesn't even know how he died." Liu Jiwu also heard Zhuo Wengang's words, and the corners of his mouth just sneered. Looking at Zhuo Wen is like looking at a dead man.

Boom!

Dozens of human figures filled the sky of Zhuo Wen in an instant. Immediately, in the frightened eyes of the people, they swept away one after another towards the young man below. The shadows were dense, and immediately submerged the young man's figure in the sea of people.

"Ha ha! Boy, you can't die this time!" staring at the figure submerged by the crowd, Liu Jiwu immediately laughed wildly.

But his smile didn't last long, it solidified in an instant, but his eyes looked at the direction in front of him.

I saw that the place that had been covered by dozens of Taoist shadow cages, an extremely cold breath suddenly poured out, and immediately countless pain groans sounded. Then the figures flew backwards in all directions as if they had been hit by a powerful force.

All the figures scattered upside down, and a tall and straight figure stood quietly in place. At this time, the figure was quite strange. The whole body was shrouded in ice blue armor, and countless powerful cold like a snowstorm gushed out of the figure.

What's more strange is that within ten inches around the figure's body, nine ice blue long swords kept rotating and flying on his side, even forming a barrier composed of long swords.