Doomsday Rise

Chapter 545: Bamboo sword

Liu Wei'an turned back, unlike the ghostly masked black man in influence. This is a middle-aged man with a thin body, victorious eyes, decadent expression, and his eyes are frozen for thousands of years in the millennium snow mountain without a trace of temperature .

"You are the head here?" The middle-aged voice was hoarse and low, as if passed from the coffin, extremely dull.

"Who are you?" Liu Weian's muscles were tight, and for some reason, the people in front of him felt terrible.

"Someone asked me to kill you." The middle-aged man's footsteps were soft and steady, and he was clearly a few steps away from hundreds of meters away.

Yang Wujiang was closest to him without a word, and punched out. The fist penetrates the air, creating ripples in circles, spreading out, but the power on the fist is condensing at an alarming rate.

Yang Wujiang's power is not as good as an elephant, or even less than King Li, but his fist is extremely explosive, and one point of power can produce very explosive power. The distance of three meters is just around the corner.

Yang Wujiang's eyes suddenly shrank. His fist clearly hit a middle-aged man. Somehow it turned into a sword tip. It was a bamboo arrow, yellow bamboo, freely cut, smooth and smooth. Sword favorite.

The bamboo sword was an ordinary sword, and it was lightly tapped on the fist. Yang Wujiang felt like a pierced balloon, and immediately vented.

Standing behind Yang Wujiang, everyone only saw Yang Wujiang spun out like an electric shock. After landing, blood spewed out, his face was yellow, and he couldn't stand up.

Huang Guofu and Yang Wujiang have a good relationship. A dandan knocks on middle-aged people. The dandan belongs to the category of sticks. However, Huang Guofu made the dandian out of the whip's power. It was amazing.

Ding!

Huang Guofu didn't see when the middle-aged man's bamboo sword appeared. When he saw the bamboo sword, the sword tip had collided with the shoulders. A terrible force came. Huang Guofu was thundered by lightning and retreated three meters. His face suddenly cleared and turned white, and finally he did not hold back, a blood spurted out.

Everyone was shocked. The two masters were seriously injured without a single move. What is the origin of this middle-aged person?

"stop!"

Yi Fengjiu and Er Xunzi attacked the middle-aged one by one. Yi Fengjiu's giant sword is like a half-door panel. It is sturdy and unparalleled. The second sister-in-law is a powerful warrior. A mace falls only with great strength.

Almost at the same time, the Bobcats, right, should now be called the tiger in the mountains, and Fu Jiang, You Mengshou, Zeng Huaicai and others came around from all sides. Liu Wei'an held up the bow in his hand and thought for a while, instead of insurance, he replaced it with a platinum bow.

Puff, Puff.

The bamboo sword was double-tapped lightly, understatement, Yi Feng exhausted his whole body strength and could not stagger the sword tip, the other two sisters on the other side were opposite.

The two retreated sharply like an electric shock. Yi Feng was better for a long time, but he vomited blood. The two sister-in-law's arms were broken and the mace flew out dozens of meters.

Er Xunzi's eyes were straight, unable to believe that the two bamboo swords, which were not wide enough, had such a terrifying power.

"Go away"

The elephant stepped forward and punched out, also empty-handed. Yang Wujiang's attack focused on the point, like a bullet, and the elephant wanted the rock to destroy everything with the thunder.

A gust of wind blew across the ground, and Feisha walked away from the rocks, but was unable to blow the clothes of middle-aged people.

Middle-aged people are constantly changing, and still a bland sword. There is no huge momentum and no bright light. Every trace of the bamboo sword piercing is clearly seen.

The fist was in contact with the bamboo sword, and time seemed to stop at this moment. At the next moment, the bamboo sword produced a slight bend, lasted for a short time, and was immediately straightened.

The elephant made a painful roar, breaking his arm from his fist, breaking his entire arm. A man, such as a stone thrown by a catapult, flew more than thirty meters and hit the ground heavily.

King Li and the metal man rushed up, and even the middle-aged man's clothes were hit and flew out. The tiger in the mountain and Zeng Huaicai rushed up and flew out at a faster speed than when they came.

Bai Xiaodong, Che Zengkang, Jiu Jielong ... How fast they rushed up and how fast they fell back, only You Mengshou and Fu Jiangdu persisted in a few tricks.

Sweat erupted from Liu Wei'an's forehead and ran down his cheek. He had never encountered such a situation. The middle-aged man was standing in front of his eyes, but he couldn't lock it. He couldn't even aim, so he couldn't attack. , You Mengshou and Fu Jiang desperately created opportunities for him, but he never found the time to open the bow.

His eyes opened to the limit, almost protruding, and still dared not open the bow.

Fu Jiang vomited violently.

Liu Wei'an bit his teeth hard, it should be too tense, and his gums were biting and bleeding. He tried to shoot out desperately several times, but finally held back.

Like the sniper, the archer has a sixth sense that surpasses ordinary people. He has a strong hunch. If he shoots this arrow, he will miss 100% of the target, and he will not even be able to wear his clothes.

The weapon made by You Mengshou's second-generation new material was split into two pieces by the bamboo sword, and the bamboo sword was slightly drawn on You Mengshou's shoulder. You Mengshou kicked and stepped back and forth more than ten steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground, teeth clenched, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, maintain this posture, only to recover in five or six minutes.

Nothing stopped it. The middle-aged man was exposed to Liu Wei'an without any reservations. Liu Wei'an encountered the worst thing since choosing an archer.

He couldn't lock the middle-aged person. If he could still use his own person as an excuse to leave himself a little face, then the last piece of shame is torn.

The chill in Liu Wei'an's heart was beyond words. The target is right in front of him, but he can't shoot arrows. The distance of five meters can just exert the power of bows and arrows, but

He can't do it.

A strong sense of weakness made Liu Wei'an almost vomit blood.

Middle-aged people don't have as much emotion as Qin Yue, and bamboo sword stabs Liu Wei'an at will. In this process, the expression of the middle-aged people has not changed and is indifferent.

"Stay under the sword"

The two sword lights blasted from a distance, blocking the bamboo sword at the time of the first round of gold. It turned out to be two slender long swords. The middle-aged man's wrists shook, and the bamboo sword turned into a spray of waves, easily passing through two two long swords, and steadfastly piercing Liu Wei'an.