Chapter 763 (1/2)

The next moment.

Shua!!!

Sword, out.

This time, mu Shaoze is serious.

Although this sword is still not a martial art sword move, it's extremely fast and simple. When it comes out, it's all swords. When it comes out, it's accompanied by the will of the sword. When it comes out, there's no shadow, no light. When it comes out, the space where Su Chen is standing is completely chaotic.

This sword is very strong.

At least, it is more powerful than any move before Shaoze.

Mu Shaoze is really serious.

Anyone can see it.

The whole arena is full of cold sword rhyme!

Under the platform of douwu, Li Ping's pale face is also full of a trace of fear and a trace of very shallow complexity and anxiety.

The same moment.

”That's right!” Su Chen praised.

And Su Chen raised his hand.

”Sky fist!!!”

A blow.

It seems to be an ordinary fist, but just after su Chen smashed it, mu Shaoze's eyes contracted severely. Why? Because, Su Chen, a common fist, locked his sword with great precision.

How did Su Chen catch his sword?

In addition, in Su Chen's ordinary fist seal, he even felt the danger of extreme convergence.

There is also a thin, but very clear taste of death and extinction.

After a breath.

Touch!

The sword has collided with the fist mark.

The sound of collision is not very loud, and even the scene of collision is not enough to burn.

There is a sense of quiet indifference.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

What's important is that at the moment of collision, the sword of Mu Shaoze was It was just annihilated! No resistance! It's not a level at all! It's like a hair meets a sharp dagger!

In such a scene, the heart rate and breath of millions of war watchers began to be depressed and depressed in the fierce fight arena!!!

It's just a ghost!

Thought explodes the general chaos.

But mu Shaoze himself did not dare to have any thought fluctuation, because Su Chen's fist print, after annihilating his sword, was still moving towards him.

”Thirteen swords in a row!!!” Mu Shaoze's face is solemn to the extreme. The sword of Dao in his hand slides violently. Under Xuanqi's rage, mu Shaoze is going to try his best.

Don't try your best. No way.

Mu Shaoze clearly felt the danger from the fist print.

Under the wave of sword rhyme, mu Shaoze's arm wriggles wildly, and the mysterious spirit boils.

There are thirteen swords in a row, which come out from the long sword in the hands of the herdsman Shaoze.

as like as two peas, each extraordinary as if done by the spirits of each other, each three feet long, and the sword is gorgeous, each of which has condensed the natural flavor of heaven and earth, each rhyme appears in the air and is not stained with a single filament of air and dust. Thirteen

The thirteen swords are moving in a line in silence.

Then.

Sniff, sniff, sniff

Thirteen swords move in a row, kill and go!

At the moment when the thirteen swords move together, it is obvious that all the space and air above the whole platform are still, full of traces of immortality and time.

This is really a strong move.

After blinking.

The thirteen swords' continuous strike collided with Su Chen's fist print.