Chapter 118 (1/2)

Knowing that this knife will not succeed, the toothpick instantly breathes and spins, receives the knife and shakes it again. It is also crucial to take Luo again.

Lianfan's subtlety is superb and as fierce as electricity. It seems to produce dozens of knife lights, protect the toothpick, and completely cover Luo Yi's key.

Luo is also against the enemy and will never underestimate the enemy.

But I really didn't expect a huge dragon to fly out of the ditch. The thin boy could use such an unpredictable and terrible Sabre technique. Luo also knew that he would be seriously injured by him or even die directly if he was negligent.

In the twinkling of an eye, Luo Yi's knife surged up. In a moment, the light of the knife was like hemp on the truck body wood. Luo Yi's body method was fast. Every shot was simple and direct. The toothpick quickly raised the sense of crisis that countless poisonous snakes were staring at him. However, he was worthy of being a top expert and focused on the battle.

Both of them are good at attacking, so they fight like a storm. Even Duan Xin, who is a few meters away, feels the cold and murderous spirit they urge.

There are more toothpicks than Luo, so every flash of the blade is almost an electric light speed that ordinary people can't see. It seems messy, but the mystery can only be understood by those who are in it. He tried to break Luo's counterattack with a tidal attack several times, so he never left his hand, but he still gave birth to his admiration for Luo, also because of his admiration, His whole body glowed with excitement.

Clang!

When the knives hit each other, Luo was also hurt by Yu Shi, and the toothpick was forced back three steps.

Luo also took aim at the opportunity and was about to rush to attack, but when he saw the sawdust flying and laughing wildly, the tip of the knife stabbed the wood under his feet, just like the effect of lightning. When thousands of sawdust turned into a charging army, the toothpick and arrow shot with each other, and the short knife turned into a virtual shadow hid its real body behind the sawdust and cut it fiercely.

The momentum is like a galloping ox raising its head and a flood rolling stone.

Luo also suddenly had the illusion that he couldn't deal with it, and his heart was even more awe inspiring. It was like a lonely boat facing the surging tide and completely unable to control his destiny.

It seems that the first person known as the God General of China is about to taste the taste of defeat.

No wonder, under the mysterious and terrible attack of toothpick, who can not raise the feeling of irresistible? The essence of the sword technique is deep. It is fierce to the extreme. No matter the speed, move and hand position, it is unmatched by ordinary people.

At this critical moment of life and death, Luo also took a breath.

His eyes suddenly became as transparent as crystal. With a gentle rotation of the military knife integrated with his mind, he saw the shadow of thousands of knives and sawdust without anything. He cut it flat without wind and waves.

The toothpick was slightly stunned and clenched its teeth.

At that moment, he flew backwards as if covered by a scorpion. The blood in his mouth was like an uncontrollable valve. No one paid attention to how much he could soar, because the knife edge in his front heart was really eye-catching.

Although the big waves can destroy the boat in the crazy sea, they can't drift a leaf.

Luo also retreated several steps, and a little blood seeped from the corners of his mouth. Although there were several more wounds on his body, he didn't shake his vast look.

”Ha ha ha!” After laughing wildly, the toothpick jumped and ran like a rabbit. Soon, there was only this cautious laughter in the air: ”the scenery six years ago belongs to your God general wave mark, and there are a lot of experts six years later, you can't!”

Unexpectedly, when he jumped off the front of the car, he flew a knife, but the target was donkey three.

Donkey Sanzheng is happy, patting the steering wheel, beauty! How can you not be happy when you kill your own blood? Suddenly, he got a knife on his shoulder, nailed him and his seat, and watched the toothpick run away. There was no pain in his gnashing teeth, only hate. This boy is too bad. You run and run. Don't let me run. Fuck you!