Chapter 132: Black Rose, Tyrant, and Mr. Zhuo's Battle Against Qiongtianlou
Mr. Zhuo knew that the other party intended to give in, but he was also shocked that this cold-blooded killer wearing a mask had extraordinary skills. He was afraid that he would have no chance of winning against such a master when he was young!
"scold!"
Mr. Zhuo roared like a lion and pressed forward with his palms like an overwhelming force!
Feiyan was slightly shocked, knowing that Mr. Zhuo wanted to respond to her move with deep inner strength...[
Great war...
It's like an arrow on the string...
"Whoosh!"
Feiyan's hand had a flash of dark red light like lightning, and she took the lead in holding up a sword flower and stabbed it out like a wild dragon dancing like a phoenix!
Mr. Zhuo stood on one side, his steps were steady, and he could turn with a palm! There was no trace of old age.
Dodge easily! Fight back fiercely!
"Mr. Zhuo is always strong and powerful, and his reputation is indeed not in vain!"
Although Feiyan intended for a fair duel and did not use the most elusive killing move, she had to admit that she had been a bounty hunter for so long and had challenged dozens of masters, but she had never encountered anyone as skilled as Mr. Zhuo.
A master with strong skills in the raging waves of the deep sea!
"Keng!Keng!"
Fei Yan stabbed out with two swords again, one to the left and one to the right, the speed was so fast that it was dizzying!
"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
Mr. Zhuo was suddenly shocked!
Legend has it that a sword can strike two blows at the same time...
He seemed to have seen this kind of swordsmanship before when he was a child...
Mr. Zhuo is a great master of swordsmanship and is proficient in all swordsmanship in the world. Why not take a closer look at the swordsmanship of this younger generation?
Fei Yan deliberately slowed down, but the sharpness and weird path of her sword moves did not change...
In the midst of lightning and flint, Mr. Zhuo was dealing with Fei Yan's superb swordsmanship, and at the same time he was searching in his mind to make comparisons with what he had learned...
one move……
Ten moves...[
One hundred moves...
The Undertide Sword in Fei Yan's hand is like a snake coming out of its hole, sometimes elegant and agile, sometimes sonorous and powerful... The tricks are so exquisite and the speed of the changes is dizzying! What's even more rare is that this kind of sword technique is both offensive and defensive, perfect and flawless.
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Mr. Zhuo is jealous and jealous...
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