The Portal of Wonderland

"Oh, you are very clever, so I found me so far." After the big tree, a faint discourse came out, and the figure flashed. A Jinpao man came out with a thing, it was Wu’s family. The only martial artist who came after this time, Wu Tong.

Shi Muguang glanced at the things he had mentioned in his hand, and his look changed slightly.

Wu Tong’s hand is the purple steel bow he had previously left behind!

It seems that the martial artist not only came long ago, but also sneaked around and took the bow to his hand.

As for why the other party did not directly use this bow to attack him, it is easy to understand.

First, the purple steel bow has no power, and it cannot be easily opened. Second, except for the few feather arrows that he shot, the other arrows are in the skin pockets behind him. Wu Tong can use the infuriating force. The bow is motivated and no arrows are available at all.

"Since you have arrived long ago, for a bow, look at me and kill you under these hands?" Shi Mu asked the hand of the sun and moon in the hand, and asked coldly.

"But it's just some people. Although Wu is not a big family, but this kind of slave can still get as much as you want. But before I came, I never thought that you would have a purple steel bow, but also an arrow. Even if I talk directly, I am afraid there are certain risks. In this case, I feel that it is a good deal to exchange some of the martial arts slaves for this bow. Well, now you are throwing your weapon and binding yourself. Hands, let me personally break your neck in the past." Wu Tong carrying a giant bow, did not care about returning.

"I have heard people say that the power of the martial artists is not strong enough. But today, I don't know how to teach myself." Shi Mu stared at Wu Tong and said slowly.

"Haha, a martial artist in the district dared to say such a thing in front of me. I really don't know if you should be brave enough to be big enough, or should you laugh at your ignorance. Or, let me teach you the horror of the martial arts." Wu Tong first was a glimpse, then laughed and threw the giant bow into the heights.

"砰".

The giant bow was thrown directly into a big tree, one end of which was not deep into the trunk, and the remaining part was trembled.

The next moment, the Jinpao man touched his waist with one hand, and he slammed a soft sword from the belt. It just shook and immediately became straight.

Then Wu Tong single hand-held sword, the big rocking and rushing stone grazing came over.

Shi Mu's pupils shrank slightly, waiting for the other party to enter the range of a few feet, the hands of the sun and the moon did not hesitate to wave out, suddenly seven knife shadows flying out.

"Oh, let's take a break! I don't think the rumor is true. You have already cultivated the knives to the realm of Xiaocheng! But if you want to be faster, you can find the wrong person."

Wu Tongkou’s light “squeaky” sound, the sword in his hand trembled, and even seven swords and shadows spurt out, all the knife shadows are blown away, and then the sword shadow is one of the same, and there is a thick sword. The shadow went straight to the stone husband's heart.

"Just and kill eight swords"

In the heart of Shi Mu’s heart, the sun and the moon in his hand slid a little, and he rushed in front of the stabbing sword.

A loud noise when "when".

Shi Mu only felt a shock in his hands, and it was difficult to say that the energy had been uploaded from the other side of the sword, letting his arms tremble and quit half a step.

Opposite, Wu Tong was also shaken by the huge force contained in the knife, and his eyes flashed a faint color, but immediately the wrist shook, and the first half of the long sword suddenly turned into a snake-like turn, actually bypassing The blade was lightning-fastened to the stone grazing throat.

This sword is too fast, and only a blurry cold light can be seen in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, what kind of eyesight is Shimu, and after a big shock in his heart, his neck is broken and turned to the side.

The cold light immediately rubbed against Shimu's face and left a shallow wound.

Shi Mu screamed, his body slid and turned, his arms waved down and down, and a knife shadow rushed toward the opposite side.

Wu Tong saw this, coldly screamed, and suddenly there was a terrible momentum in his body. Both hands held the sword at the same time and rushed all the swords to the three swords. He called out:

"Opening the mountain"

"Boom", "Boom" and "Boom" three loud noises.

The three lines are obviously swept down a few times larger than the previous sword shadow, and many of the shadows are instantly destroyed.

Shi Mu’s figure was awkward, and the whole person stepped back and forth three steps. The palm of the sun and the moon’s blade was cracked, and the blood was flowing.

In the past, fighting with people has always relied on the tremendous force to crush others, but now they have been suppressed by similar methods. The horror of Shi Mu’s heart can be imagined.

The kind of energy contained in the opponent's sword should be the legendary instinct, and it is really mysterious! If he was not a big force, he changed his ordinary warrior. No sword can be taken.

Wu Tong saw the three swords smashed out, but he did not have a stone grazing, but also a slight glimpse.

At this moment, although his swords and hands did not crack like a stone, the numbness and pain of a while, can not display the fierce moves of the previous time.

"I have heard that the blood of the stone monkey has entered the realm of the post-mortem. Although the cultivation is far from ordinary people, it can strengthen the body in the martial arts, and it has a lot of power! Look at your appearance, this rumor is true. However, you have to I really thought that relying on some strength, I could fight against the words of the martial artists. It would be a big mistake."

After Wu Tong was cold and cold, his body shape changed. Suddenly, the whole person flew into the sky five or six feet high. After a hovering in the empty arms, the giant eagle-like stone rushed down.

Shi Mu first was a glimpse, and then he did not hesitate to wave a knife in his hand, and a large piece of cold light rolled up.

"砰".

Wu Tong hit a long sword in his hand and the sun and moon blade, and his body shape bounced upwards. After a hovering, he flew down again.

Shi Mu naturally slashed his knife again.

For a moment, two people were in the air, one underground, and the swords of the "ping-pong cymbals" hit each other seven or eight.

After each impact, Wu Tong’s figure flew again, and it seemed that the body had no weight.

Shi Mu feels that every time the other side pounces, the long sword in his hand is a heavier one, so that the wound in his hand is more painful. At the same time, his feet are also under the pressure of the air, and he has already fallen into the mud.

"Haha, kid, how do you get a few days of eagle flying for nine days? Can you take a few hits? You can die in this way, and you can die!"

The voice of Wu Tong’s laughter came from the air. The black shadow above it circled, and the wave of the long sword flew down again. The people had not yet arrived, and the swordsmanship first flew down.

(Xuzhou is dead in the past few days, and can't go out at all. Seeing the cold weather, forgetting the words and taking the sick work, brothers and sisters don't forget to vote for a few more!)