My peerless beauty school flower wife

Chapter 786 Jing Ke's Sword (two more)
"Is it just a sting?"

Luoshen's figure was erratic, like a ghost, and he said indifferently: "The palm technique I practice is called [Luoshui Hanbing]. This palm technique, although it is not painful or itchy when hitting a person's body, can freeze Your meridians."

"What a vicious palm technique!"

The old man suffered from pain in his chest, a few traces of cruelty appeared in his eyes, his body shook violently, and the cold ice in his body was shattered, his body was in excruciating pain.

"Cough cough."

After shattering the cold ice in his body, the old man coughed heavily, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Are you OK?"

The other three old men looked panic-stricken, never expecting that Luoshen, a weak woman, would be so strong.

"I can't die! Your opponent is stronger than this woman, so be careful."

The old man wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared coldly at Lu Bu in the distance, and said harshly.

"Are you still distracted?"

At this time, Luoshen's soft voice sounded again.

Following the sound, a soft palm hit the old man with a "huh" sound!
At this time, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, Lu Bu, who looked like a god of war, also stared sharply, and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Lu Bu was originally a hero among men, with unparalleled combat power. When the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand passed through the air, he could only hear the whistling sound, which was very shocking.

The expressions of the three old men who fought with Lu Bu changed in horror, they did not dare to take the Fang Tian painted halberd that Lu Bu swung head-on, but retreated again and again.

Ye Tianlong, who had no opponent, stayed to watch the battle. Seeing Lu Bu fighting the three old men, he wondered, "Brother Lu Bu, do you need me to help you?"

"...Tianlong, just stay there and wait for Ye Xuan. These old men are beyond your ability to deal with."

Lu Bu's expression was extremely serious, and he quickly responded.

Ye Tianlong had no choice but to stay aside, this level of battle, only relying on the strength of Ye Tianlong's combined body, he could not participate in it at all.

If you enter, you will die, there is no chance to do it!

"Incomparable fighting spirit!"

Fang Tian's painted halberd in Lu Bu's hand swung a crescent moon, striking the three old men with incomparable momentum.

And the expressions of the three old men changed drastically immediately, and they used thunderous tactics one after another to block Fang Tian's painted halberd that Lu Bu swung.

"boom!"

The Fangtian painted halberd that Lu Bu swung had a force of hundreds of thousands of catties. When it landed on the bodies of the three old men, the three old men couldn't help snorting, but relying on the joint strength of the three of them, in the end the three old men still Blocked the fierce attack of Fang Tian's painting halberd.

"What a terrifying power."

The faces of the three old men were pale, they were taken aback by Lu Bu's burst of power, and said in surprise.

"Hehe, the three are all strong in the early stages of the Mahayana realm, so there should be more than that!?"

Lu Bu sneered contemptuously and asked.

At this moment, a few pea-sized beads of sweat dripped from Lu Bu's forehead.

There is no doubt that the powerful force that Lu Bu erupted had a great impact on Lu Bu himself.

"It seems that you are not invincible."

One of the old men felt that Lu Bu's breathing was getting heavier and he was obviously very tired. He couldn't help laughing and said indifferently.

"Whether you are invincible or not, you will know if you come up and give it a try!"

Lu Bu sneered a few times. He was wearing an iron-blue battle armor and holding a two-meter-tall Fangtian painted halberd. He had a domineering aura, like a real God of War coming to the world, giving people a sense of terrifying deterrence.

Those three old men, even though they were extraordinary in means and powerful, did not dare to step forward at this moment!After all, the power that Lu Bu erupted just now was indeed too shocking.Relying on his great strength, Lu Bu was able to fight against three with one opponent, and he was still not behind. He was comparable to the God of War.

Looking at the whole of France, this kind of terrifying power, I am afraid that only the Pope can fight against it.

The Pope, the supreme power in France, the strong man in front of him holding a Fang Tian painted halberd obviously has a powerful strength comparable to the Pope.

This is really shocking!

The three old men joined hands to fight against Lu Bu, and for a while, it was hard to tell the winner.

The old man who was fighting Jing Ke was obviously at a disadvantage under Jing Ke's fierce offensive.Even if the old man had cultivated the tempered [Iron Cloth Shirt], no matter how sharp the [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand, he couldn't break through the old man's defense.

However, that old man couldn't hurt Jing Ke at all!

Because Jing Ke moved extremely fast, and the speed at which he drew his sword was even faster than his moving speed, just like a ghost.

That old man couldn't keep up with Jing Ke's pace at all, so how could he fight Jing Ke?

"Feng Xiaoxiao, Yi Shuihan... Once the strong man is gone, he won't return..."

The [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand danced with the wind, it was very mysterious, when the tip of the sword rose and fell, it actually formed phantoms, overlapping each other.

The pale-haired old man who was fighting Jing Ke, at this moment, was as if he was facing a formidable enemy, his expression changed in shock, and he became more dignified than before.

"What a sharp sword!"

The old man was very surprised, he could feel the aura hidden on the [Water Cold Sword] in Jing Ke's hand, as if it was invincible.

Even that old man, who practiced tempered [Iron Cloth Shirt], could not help but tremble violently when facing Jing Ke's imminent stabbing sword, feeling extremely terrified.

This sword is so sharp that it even splits the space!

In the whole world, there are probably very few people who can stab such a sword.

"I think...in this territory of France, the only person who can rival you is the Pope."

The old man couldn't help but smiled wryly, and immediately burst into a roar, roaring: "But even if this is the case, I will take your sword. It is our responsibility to live to protect the royal family!"

Jing Ke turned a deaf ear to the old man's roar, he was just dancing his sword, and the [Water Cold Sword] in his hand was swinging in the air, making a piercing sound, which was very crisp and loud.

Between the heaven and the earth, it seems to be still... In Jing Ke's eyes, there is only one sword!

But at this moment, Jing Ke, who was still dancing the sword, stopped, his cold eyes radiated a strange light, and said indifferently: "【Sword Dance】!"

In an instant, the sword shadows condensed by Jing Ke's dancing sword, "咻咻咻" several times, all burst out from the [Water Cold Sword], extremely fierce, countless swords moved with the wind like maple leaves falling in autumn, Kill to one place.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sword shadow dances in the air, it can cut thousands of things...

That old man's body surface was bursting with golden light, which was the light condensed by practicing the tempered [iron cloth shirt]. It was so strong that even bullets might not be able to penetrate that golden light.

But in front of the countless sword shadows flying towards him, those golden lights were extremely weak. After hearing a few "boom booms", the barrier-like golden light immediately exploded, and the sound was very crisp.

The sword shadow broke through the golden light and all stabbed at the old man.

(End of this chapter)