Chapter 580 (1/2)

The thought-provoking sword master deliberately put on a posture that he couldn't stand up. While panting, he secretly pressed the boot spring, just waiting for the defeated Wucheng to come, and then quickly attacked him. In order to let Wucheng relax his vigilance, he forced himself to spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Although it's a little shameless, the sword owner deeply understands that the winner is the king in the world.

Two short swords shot at ucheng's heart like meteors.

Even though Wucheng has the strength to split one, he can't avoid the other. Even if he bravely avoids two, he must not be able to stand the back move of the sword owner.

At this moment, fickley's confidence rebounded.

And hate without period unconsciously shows a trace of joy.

Only Duan Xin didn't move. Listening to the sharp breaking sound, he thought of a word: miracle.

At the moment, Wucheng turned and flashed, and two short swords disappeared on his side. Just as people stared to see if Wucheng was hit, poof poof, two short swords came. The sword owner not only shot quickly, but also grasped the opportunity, and there was no space at all.

Even the strong Wucheng could not escape the two deadly swords. He was nailed down and fell out, quack and fell to the ground. Needless to ask, he must have been hit in the chest and knocked over by the impulse.

It's done! Fickley's eyes sparkled.

The sword owner was also very happy. He didn't miss the opportunity. His body was ready to launch. A fierce figure like a cheetah appeared in the air. It was quite sharp. His sword cleaved down towards Wu.

This is the winning sword.

Many spectators even think that this sword has a wonderful history of martial arts.

Therefore, everyone held their breath. Although they had expected the results, they were carefree, eager and even lucky to witness the moment.

Only a long heart laughs.

It was in mid air that the sword owner blinked when he saw Wu Cheng.

Then he saw that Wu Cheng's left hand was holding a short sword, and the tip of the sword was just against his heart, not nailed in at all.

The sword owner was disillusioned at this moment. His eyes were dull and desperate. He looked at the broken sword in his hand and flashed scenes of glory in his mind.

Maybe it's time for the curtain call.

At this time, his body shape could not change any more. Whether it was death or life, the sword would be cut down.

There was a bright flash in the air.

Corresponding to the ground, Wucheng rises from the ground.

He passed the sword master with an absolutely powerful attitude, then twisted his body in mid air and chased the sword master down at a high speed. Many people didn't see clearly. At this moment, the sword master split the air and became upright and stood in place.

Where's Wucheng? Someone thought.

But seeing the sword master's body shaking slightly, Wu Cheng appeared behind him.

Many people were surprised. When they looked carefully, they found several short swords on the back of the sword owner's head. Someone broke his fingers

Yes, four, in line, all pointing to the back of the sword owner's head.

The audience was shocked.

Duan Xin picked up two grass leaves and dropped the rain drops in his mouth to moisten his throat.

Trembling, the sword master was sweating.

Dao Xiong tutted and said, ”it's the first time for me to see you again. I'm surprised! Sword master, your sword has given you fame and ultimately killed you. Why don't you listen to me! ”