It seems that he can't fight anymore, Tianming doesn't want to kill these people, these people have no grievances with him. Just as he was about to make a move, a man pushed through the crowd and walked out, and an awe-inspiring majesty came to his face, and it was the high priest.

When he saw the high priest, Tianming didn't feel unlucky. Now that I think about it, it's not a bad thing to be surrounded, because he also happens to be looking for the other party, looking for him to ask for ink eyebrows!

The High Priest looked at Tianming with a cold eyebrow, and said, "Who are you, why have you repeatedly opposed my Black Blood Palace?"

These words made Tianming stunned for a moment, and he said in his heart: "What do you mean by repeatedly opposing the Black Blood Palace? Do they treat me as someone else? The high priest has not seen his true appearance, because when he arrived at the sacrifice ground, he was already wearing the mask of a god. But judging from the tone of the high priest, it is clear that he regards himself as a person who has been photographed. Who was that man? And the high priest seemed to have heard this once. By the way, the first time I was sacrificing, I told Sword Twelve, that is, Sword Twelve came in. ”

Tianming said: "Your Black Blood Palace is notorious for its evil deeds, and I am just doing the right thing for the sky." "I can't explain this clearly, and besides, now that I'm exposed, I don't need to say anything long-winded.

The High Priest sneered, "Really, then I really admire your courage. You can't run away anymore, do you want to be caught, or do you want us to do it?"

Tianming smiled: "I like to struggle a few times." ”

The high priest said, "Then don't blame me, you're welcome, up." ”

At the sound of an order, the patrol envoys swarmed up, and Tianming, who had already eaten enough, was full of strength, so he continued to move his muscles and bones. Tianming's advantage is not in his fists and feet, but in his sword, but to deal with such shrimp soldiers and crab generals, his fists and feet are enough, however, the weapons of the black-blooded people are more special, the combination of hoe and sickle, the handle is hoe, and the blade is sickle-shaped.

So if they join forces to attack, they can't get close to their bodies for a while, and at the beginning, the other party is still very energetic. But as soon as the ghost valley danced out at Tianming's feet, no matter how the other party attacked, he was at ease.

The figures flashed a few times, and all the attackers in the front row suddenly couldn't move. Tianming wanted to kick them down, but if he kicked them down, he would get up again, so it was not as convenient as directly clicking on the acupoints.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, it seemed that they had never seen such a magical martial arts, and the other party just flashed, and so many people couldn't move. But with the high priest's order, the crowd continued to attack. But the same result!

The high priest said, "Why don't you come out of your sword?"

Tianming said: "To deal with you and others, you don't need a sword yet." ”

The high priest sneered again, and then drew his sword violently and stabbed at Tianming, his body was very fast, no less than many famous swordsmen in the world, but compared to the ice beauty before, Tianming just wanted to say: Child, you are making trouble.

Tianming hurriedly dodged by, and did not fight back, because he smelled a familiar smell.

The high priest looked at Tianming with a smug expression and said, "Then what do you think of my sword?"

Tianming was overjoyed, isn't this exactly Mo Mei? This is the familiar taste. This luck is really extraordinary!

Ever since the last time he fought with Sword Twelve, the High Priest had wondered what he would do if he met that swordsman again? And the Venerable also told him that Wufeng's ink eyebrows were really a rare good sword. Therefore, this sword he carried with him, and it was also his weapon. He could wield a sword, but he hadn't done it in years.

Tianming's eyes were blooming, and he said, "Sure enough, it's a good sword." Still, I guess this sword shouldn't be for you. ”

The high priest said, "Not for me, is it for you?"

Tianming said: "Then why don't you try it?"

The High Priest was dispatched again, and judging by his confident expression, it was evident that he believed in his sword moves very much. From his first attempt to open, the next plate is stable, the move is full of strength, fast and accurate, and he has more than ten years of experience. But, as Tianming said, he didn't know much about swords yet. More importantly, he took the wrong sword.

As soon as the sword was drawn, the high priest felt that something was wrong, because the sword didn't seem to be able to move as naturally as he thought, and he always felt that something was restricted. No matter how he attacks

Hit, he couldn't hurt Tianming, in addition, he attacked more than a dozen moves, Tianming easily dodged, and didn't fight back.

The high priest said, "Why don't you do it?"

Tianming said lightly: "I'm waiting for the opportunity." One trick is all it takes. ”

The high priest said, "You look for it like you're dealing with me, and you can't help but underestimate me." ”

Tianming smiled mysteriously: "You'll know in a while." "Can he really deal with the high priest with one move? No matter how strong Tianming is, this remark has a bit of a "cow" flavor!

The high priest couldn't stand Tianming's wild words anymore, so he increased his internal force, and the attack became more violent, but the sense of disobedience became stronger and stronger. Although the moves are violent, they are not perfect, and there is a gap between them and what they want in their hearts. Therefore, the seemingly gorgeous and violent moves still can't hurt Tianming, but they are getting more and more surprised in their hearts!