C45 (1/2)

At that very moment, Ling Jun felt that the Seven Annihilations Saber appeared, and at the same time, it erupted with true energy, spinning along with the purple frost.

Poof * * Poof * * Poof * * Poof * The blades of the two stuck together as they were simultaneously struck by Seven Deadly Knives. Ling Jun was stabbed in the back and Zi Shuang Yu's leg. Her long skirt was torn, revealing her snow-white skin. She was moist and elastic, making her look even more bewitching.

Ling Jun used all his strength to shatter the purple frost, slightly raising the tip of his sword as he took the opportunity to attack her wrist. Fortunately, she only knew three slashes. I don't know what else to do. This enemy must not be allowed to live.

Zi Shuang picked up the flower with her left hand and formed a spell. Invisible waves spread in all directions. Ling Du suddenly felt something flash before his eyes. ”Soul Stealing Spell …” He quickly retreated and drew a sword and shield in front of him.

With a loud boom, Purple Frost waved his blade, and the sword and shield shattered. He waved his blade again, and a purple light shot straight to Ling Jing's head.

It won't be that easy to split me. ”Reihom broke free from her Soul Search spell and faced off against Violet Frost with his sword in hand.” ”Asura Sword.” He was determined to let the other party know the true strength of the loser.

There was only a difference between success and failure between Asuras and Asuras. Victory is not necessarily justice, and failure is not all evil. The bitter experience of a thousand years ago lingered in his mind. Infinite accumulation of his frustration and anger. Although the Asura battlefield had nothing to do with him, he still needed to rely on battle to release his own pain.

Angry Violet Frost, Terrifying Asura. She brandished her blade and rushed towards Ling Jun, completely ignoring his astonishing sword attack.

Puff! The sword pierced Zi Shuang's left shoulder. The scimitar cut into Ling Jun's right shoulder. The two of them looked at each other briefly before simultaneously attacking. Poof. The sword pierced her shoulder.

They were still exerting their strength, trying to defeat and kill each other. Zi Shuang clenched her teeth and turned the scimitar, kicking at her abdomen.

Bang! The two feet collided. Bang! The two were repelled by each other once again. Even before his body landed on the ground, the light from the blades and the shadows had already clashed against each other.

Boom! The powerful recoil pushed them back fifteen meters. Both of them spat out blood. Ling Jun felt blood rush to his head as he attacked again. The stronger the opponent, the more his fighting spirit would rise.

Violet Frost was similarly bloodthirsty. Others blood made her boil while her own made her crazy. The enemy's blood was on his hands and his own blood on his body. Now she was desperate.

Waves of air broke through the bindings of her hair, and her long, black hair cascaded down her bleeding shoulders like a waterfall. The raging true energy was like a storm, blowing her long hair in the air. Eyes like blades, face like frost, eyes like blood. At this moment, she looked more like the legendary Asura.

The wind whistled as the man stood tall like a mountain. His hand was like a sharp blade, slicing through the void. She could no longer see how many hands Zi Shuang had. In front of her were the phantom images of hands. A terrifying suction force was spreading. What was this? A merciful hand? When Ling Du felt that he would be devoured by this power, he simply charged towards Zi Shuang.

Dang Dang Dang, the sword actually couldn't pierce through the phantom image on her arm. What was left was no longer an arm, but an iron arm. Zi Shuang actually wanted to use her arms to strangle him. If not for the Hundred Iron Essence in her hand, her right hand would have already been torn off.

Immediately afterwards, the suction force from the violet frost was even stronger, even within the howling of the wind, there seemed to be a strangling force. Ling Jun slashed out with all his might.

Zheng, Violet Frost's scimitar blocked Zhu Lingjun's long sword, her left hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, grabbing towards Ling Jun's chest.