Chapter 3193: cunning

Cumberland watched Montaigne rush out, and the hand that had been stretched out suddenly stopped, grasping a golden long sword stuck in the chariot.

Cang!

A sword sounded across the starry sky, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold light shocked the sky.

"Golden Snake Lightning!"

With a loud shout, Cumberland flew out from the chariot, and his sword flew towards Montaigne with smoke.

"What... did you do it now?"

At this moment, there was a secret cry around the valley, and each one looked at this scene with horror.

But masters like Di Ping, who are not insightful in nature, have sharp eyes and see too clearly, but they all look at them with cold eyes.

Cumberland was too cunning. He clearly understood that Montaigne’s weakness was this smoke.

At first it was used to provoke Montaigne, but it was broken by the strong young man with the surname Man, which disrupted his plan.

But I didn't expect him to make a living again, this time wiser!

He exploded and pretended that he missed his hand and shook people into the air, and then went to pick them up, but how could he shake people down with the power of his magic phase realm's energy control, not to mention that if he really wanted to stop the smoke, it would be too easy and there would be no dust Any difference.

But Montaigne didn't think of this level. At this time, he was afraid that his eyes were full of smoke, so he rushed to save people without thinking.

At this time, Cumberland shot.

Although Cumberland did so shamelessly, in the cultivation world, these people who have practiced for a hundred years, hundreds of years, are nothing at all. The cultivator is the weak and the strong, there is no right or wrong, only victory.

The strong young man surnamed Man was also shocked.

The sword Gang, which was like the loss of golden light, cut several kilometers and fell towards Montaigne.

Montaigne was rushing out, ready to save people, when he thought of Cumberland's action, the sword light was as fast as thunder, and it was too late to hide.

Montaigne is indeed strong enough, almost without thinking about it.

It was too fast, most people couldn't see his sword out at all, as if the sword had been in his hand, only a cold light flashed, and a sword light rushed towards the golden sword gang.

"Excellent sword drawing skills!"

Xuan Feng said lightly.

Di Ping couldn't help but nodded. Montaigne really deserves to be a genius of swordsmanship, this sword-drawing skill is very good, and the speed has exceeded his realm.

If it is an ordinary person, he can only resist Cumberland's sword, and he can still cut out the sword at the crisis.

when!

The two sword gangs converged in the air like the sound of gold and iron strikes, emitting crisp sword sounds.

Montaigne hurried out the sword, the energy was still a bit short, the whole person was hit by the sword and sank dozens of meters.

what!

There was anger flashing in Montaigne's eyes, and he was about to counterattack, and at this time, the smoke in the air let out a cry of exclamation into his ears.

His face changed again, and he saw Hanyan had fallen from a height of several hundred meters, halfway down, and he was about to land. He ignored the counterattack, and shouted:

"Sword in the wind!"

A sword light slashed out, Montaigne's figure turned into a sword light, and he rushed towards Hanyan, and he reached the front in a flash, reaching out to hug the Yanyan girl in his arms.

"The golden snake dances wildly!"

At this moment, there was a cold drink from behind, and terrifying energy exploded.

Cumberland's eyes were shot with cold light, the sword in his hand was cut out, and the rain of swords in the sky shot at them like thousands of golden snakes.

The violent swordsmanship seemed to shatter all the space, forming a terrifying blade storm to cover the two of them. At this time, many people in the crowd of onlookers exclaimed with horror in their eyes.

Many people squeezed a sweat for Montaigne. It's really a peony to die, and be a ghost, and even fight for a woman who is already sleeping in someone else's arms.

I reminded him of his sturdy surname before!

At this time, the eyes were also calm. The previous reminder was seeing an acquaintance, but Montaigne disappointed him. Regardless of the seriousness, he would not be worthy of his friend when he died.

The cultivation world is so cold, without Sihao's warmth at all, but these big brothers have learned incisively and vividly.

Montaigne hugged the smoke, feeling the softness of his arms, feeling the tenderness in his arms, and his heart was agitated, but before he could feel it, a terrifying sword burst out behind him.