It turned out that all the weapons used by the female orcs came from their own bodies, which was an unexpected situation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info No wonder such a thin figure can carry so many weapons. If he hadn't driven it to a dead end, would the other party still come up with more and all kinds of guys like magic?

Sun Changkong was more concerned about what was unique about the blade in front of him, which could make the female orcs regard it as a hole card that would never be used at critical moments.

In his opinion, it was nothing more than an ordinary long knife.

But his subconscious reminded himself that this was anything but ordinary. Hidden in the prosaic blade is an unpredictable power of fear. But the more this is the case, the more manic Sun Changkong's restless and ordinary heart becomes. He wanted to try the blade, even if he wasn't quite sure what was going to happen.

So, Sun Changkong stood in place, waved his hand at the female orc, and motioned for the other party to come over. The female orc was already in a rage, and now after Sun's provocation, she was even more angry. But she didn't launch a fierce attack like before, but stood in place with her legs apart, raised the long knife in her hand above her head, pointed the tip of the knife to the sky, and silently recited the magic in her mouth. And when a mantra is recited, a faint white shadow will appear on the long knife, and then it will merge into the blade, making it sharp. When the ten mantras were completed, the blade in the female orc's hand had become a waning moon in the night, staying in the arena, stirring up waves of cold air. In broad daylight, Sun Changkong actually felt the coolness of the cold winter of Lajiu.

Although Bingluo is also known for its "cold", the two levels are completely different. The ice spirit freezes the human body, while the female orc's moon blade chills the human heart. One is on the surface, the other is deep inside, and the realm is very different. Perhaps, only such a weapon can truly be called ruthless!

However, the current Sun Changkong did not plan to hold the knife. In his opinion, in the first game, he had to use his own mixed tricks, so wouldn't he have to finish the next battle?

He deliberately retained the strength of the ice spirit, just so that in case he encountered an incomprehensible predicament, he still had hope of turning things around. But what he didn't expect was that the female orc's knife style was so powerful.

She only swung out a knife, and she stayed a few feet away from Sun Changkong, but the moment the knife flashed, Sun Changkong clearly felt the oncoming Sen Ran killing intent. It was a warning, a grave warning about the safety of life.

Sun Changkong wanted to dodge, but it was still a step too late, he didn't expect the knife power to come so suddenly, so that he was greatly underestimating the lethality of the knife type. Misjudging the strength of an opponent will cost you dearly.

Sun Changkong's left arm was cut in half.

This half is not the forearm, but the "complete" half of the arm that has been split along the longitudinal central axis of the arm. From the outside, it looks like an arm, but when you look at it from the inside, you will find that all the skin, blood vessels, meridians, bones, and even the bone marrow in it have all been cut in two. Due to the force of the knife, even the body itself did not have time to react with bleeding. If you look closely, you can even see that the living cells are still moving......

A knife is not flat, and a knife rises again.

Before Sun Changkong could calm down, the female orc slashed again. This time, the knife went straight to his chest, and if this move succeeded, then Sun would really be unable to save his life.

Thanks to his reflexes, not only is it due to the instantaneous pupils, but also his natural keen sense of danger. His body unconsciously leaned back. At this time, Sun Changkong suddenly found that a few strands of hair on his forehead were falling with the wind, and he was depressed, and all of them withered before they fell to the ground, and then turned into powder. At this time, he realized that his injured left arm had completely lost sensation, and when he looked at it, he saw that a thin layer of ice scabs had formed on the surface of the affected area. The terrible chill was eating away at his body and paralyzing and necrosis his organs. And the whole process is going on quietly, and you can't feel it at all if you don't look at it.

Before the female orc's third knife slashed, Sun Changkong had already untied the bamboo tube, pulled out the cork, and sprinkled the water in it on his left arm.

As soon as the water touched the ice scab on his arm, it immediately condensed into a crystal shape, and there was still a chance to repair the injury. Sun Changkong had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of hot essence blood, which melted the ice scab and ice crystals. With the nourishment of the flowing water, some flesh buds soon grew on the damaged left arm, which enveloped the affected body in the base and secretly repaired it.

Finally solving the problem of healing, the female orc attacked again. is different from the previous one, this time he actually cast two knife moves in a row, one after the other, not a horizontal slash or a vertical split, but a left and a right attack, forming a huge "X" shape, completely blocking Sun Changkong's four directions, up and down, left and right, so that he can only retreat, not advance.

At this time, Sun Changkong's left hand had just gained a trace of consciousness, but he didn't want to fall into a crisis again. In desperation, he jumped to his feet, just in time for the "X" to jump into the air, and seemed to have dodged the attack.

Who knows, the sword aura is fierce and abnormal, even if it is a foot away, it can be affected by the sword power. At the same time that Sun Changkong rubbed shoulders with the two sword qi, the ensuing knife strength left several knife cuts on his body, although the injury was not serious, it was enough to disturb the ice heart of the person concerned.

"What should I do?"

Sun Changkong couldn't help but shout loudly in his heart.

Feeling the bursts of paralysis from the wound from time to time, sweat appeared on his head, and it was all cold sweat. If it goes on like this, let alone winning the game, it will be difficult to save your life. Right now, he must figure out the opponent's attack routine, otherwise there is only a dead end.

However, Sun Changkong was really a little confused when he thought of this. How did the female orc in front of her transmit the sword power to herself so quickly?

said that the other party's cultivation was profound, and his sword skills were superb, but Sun Changkong was unconvinced. At the very least, among the many masters he has seen, there is one that can reach the point of "injury" at will, including Fang Xishi. But if it's not the strength of the knife that hurts you, then what will it be?

Sun Changkong looked up, and at some point, the field was already shrouded in a large area of cold air. The white smoke curls and the fog is vast, which really has a little bit of Xianfu Yaochi. But then again, since the fight had these fogs, Sun Changkong has been in a position of being passively beaten. Could it be that the mystery of the female orc's knife style has something to do with these seemingly ordinary smokes?

After thinking about it, the orc raised her knife and came again. This time, the knife style fell from the sky and went straight to the earth. No matter how flexible Sun Changkong's body was, he couldn't escape immediately. So he could only dodge the complicated knife qi by dodging sideways.

Hmmm~Hmmm~Boom

呲~呲~呲

As the sword qi continued to arrive, there were more and more small wounds on Sun Changkong's body. If it was just a simple external injury, the ice scab that appeared at the wound covered most of his body in a short time, and he even lost the ability to breathe in large gulps, except for the joints where he could move freely.

Looking at Sun Changkong, who had been frozen into a "snowman", trembling in front of his eyes, the female orc finally let out an arrogant laugh again. But careful people can find that now her internal breath is chaotic, and she is out of breath when she breathes, as if she is doing strenuous exercise. But she was obviously just standing there, doing nothing but reciting a few words. Although he was in danger, Sun Changkong, who was meticulously observant, still discovered this key point. Then a confident smile came out of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at when death is coming?" the orc said coldly.

Sun Changkong raised the frost on his eyebrows, and ignored it:

"I laugh at you for being so strong and reckless, that you can't bear it. ”

The female orc's face trembled, and she couldn't help but exclaim:

"Do you see my routine?"

"Of course!" Sun Changkong replied confidently.

"Hmph~"

The female orc chuckled twice, she obviously still didn't believe Sun Changkong's words. I have been in the Colosseum for ten years, and how can the strongest killing move that I have comprehended after a long period of actual combat be easily recognized by the other party. She didn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

"You don't believe it?" asked Sun Changkong.

"Believe it or not, I'll see if I try!"

As she spoke, a terrifying killing intent bloomed in the orc's eyes, and her knife radiated a dazzling light at this time, as if even the blade had merged into those rays of light, slashing in all directions.

"Eat my move, sword shadow sea of blood!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire arena was really immersed in the sea of "blood", and the sword shadows of Liantian rushed towards Sun Changkong from all directions, vowing to save his heart with ten thousand knives. And at this moment, Sun Changkong's face didn't change, he just took a deep breath, and then the wings that had been lying on his back flapped violently, and a raging wind rose from the ground.

Under the sweep of the strong wind, the mist in the air merged into it one after another, and a white whirlwind, like a dragon, stood in mid-air, suffering the destruction of countless swords and swords.

This time, everyone couldn't understand it, the knife style that was originally going to attack Sun Changkong, why did they all rebel now?

The orc's face was pale, her lips were chapped, and she hadn't felt such anger and shame in a long time. He still couldn't believe that a young orc could see through his sword mystery.

"What's the matter? Collect the mist that you passed the knife on, you can't do anything about me now!"

It turned out that the fog in the field was deliberately created by the female orc, in order to create an absolute realm for herself that only she could control. In this area, she didn't need to do it herself, as long as she thought about it, the mist would instantly turn into a deadly move, blasting at the enemy. At the same time, if the fog disappears, the Absolute Realm will cease to exist, and as for any sword qi and sword strength, of course, it will immediately fail. That's why so many swords are attacking the tornado in the air.

"You lost. Sun Changkong raised the arm that had not yet healed, and said with a grim face.

"No, no, I haven't!"

The orc slashed straight at the other's face. But Sun Changkong didn't move, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of the long knife, and with a hard blow, the long knife broke on the spot.

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