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048 Assault(2/2)

Sun Heng suddenly turned around and slid his sword, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, whistling vigorously, slashing at the coming people.

"bite……"

Flying Rainbow Sword!

The sword shadow sways, and the strength is either pulled, pulled, pulled, swallowed, and spit. In a short moment of collision, infinite force changes and emerges instantly.

Faced with the coming sword light, Sun Heng felt that the sword in his hand was almost uncontrollable, and involuntarily deviated from the direction he thought.

However, in the blink of an eye, he had retreated more than ten steps in a row, his moves were unstable, and the situation was in danger!

"Click..."

The swords crossed, and Sun Heng roared, pushing the long sword directly at the other party, opening his hands, and catching the blade directly at the blade without caring about the injury of his arm.

"Oh……"

The other party seemed disdainful of Sun Heng's response, and his body moved lightly, and he had already avoided the long sword that was attacking. He flipped his sword and took advantage of the momentum to cut Sun Heng's palm.

"Zla..."

A strange sound rang.

The gloves on Sun Heng's hand were made of, but they had been slashed with swords for a long time, but they had never been damaged.

But now, the silk threads collapsed and the brocade cloth flew.

Under the opponent's sword, the glove had just held on for a moment and it completely collapsed.

But this moment of effort was enough for Sun Heng!

Golden Body Technique!

"Click..."

Holding the sword blade in his hand, his palm was scratched by the sharp sword energy, and blood marks immediately appeared.

And the sword finally stopped.

Bend your knees, lift your steps, and kick sideways!

The wind whistled like a giant axe that opened the sky, rolling up the broken branches and leaves on the ground, and slashed hard at the opponent.

The other party seemed to have no intention of retreating. He relaxed his hand, gave up his sword, and his palm prints were lightly printed towards Sun Heng's chest, as if it was slow and fast.

"Peng..."
Chapter completed!
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