Chapter 1338: King-level combat skills

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When people from different cities meet and look at each other's looks, there is a set of numbers that are sensed in advance.

That is the number of the other city, the number that Ziyan sensed is one-seven, and the city is ranked only one place higher than Huping City.

After knowing the other party's number, Zi Yan knows the identity of the other party.

Lu Guangcheng.

All six of them are Luguangcheng people.

It was only when Lu Guangcheng said that this time there were ten people coming to Luguangcheng, but there were only six people in front of him. Obviously the other four were already dead.

After seeing Ziyan and his party, the other six people changed their faces.

In addition to the dignified face of the first person, the faces of the other five people all showed a touch of joy. Obviously, they already knew about the alliance between the two cities.

Just the head of the person, looking at the eyes of Zi Yan and others, but there is a hint of vigilance hidden in the depths.

The rear chasing troops were still coming at a very fast speed. The six people did not hesitate and rushed toward the purple sables. They only stopped after a hundred meters away from Ziyan and others.

The two sides looked at each other like this, until the rear chasing troops arrived.

Five of the six men looked back at the pursuers with a noticeable surprise on their faces.

"Run, why don't you run." A sardonic laugh came from behind, followed by a slightly messy footstep.

A team appeared in the sight of Zi Yan and others. The head was a young man wearing a black armor. He sneered at his mouth and slowly walked toward him.

His nephew was cold, and after a glance at the six people in Luguangcheng, he snorted and turned his eyes to Zijing and others in the distance.

"Oh, one hundred and eight." The black armor youth brows lightly, and there is a thick disdain on his face.

"No. 108, it turned out to be a thousand years old."

"Wrong, not the end of the age, but the end of the age."

"It is true that this Tiger Pingcheng’s reputation in Shuntianfu is extremely great. It has never been ranked one since the establishment."

Then, some young monks following the black armor are ridiculed by your words.

Listening to such ridicule, the expression of Zi Yan did not change too much, but Wu Xie and other people around him were so popular.

"What can you do at the end of the old age? You are better than us. I am only 106. I think we still don't want the crow to be black." Wu Xie responded coldly, but it caused red-eye pigs. A few words, it seems to say that it has anything to do with me.

Wu Xie's response made the black armor a slight glimpse, but looking at Wu Xie's stance and appearance, obviously not the main, can't cause too much attention and interest of the black armor youth, his gaze naturally falls on The purple dragonfly in the middle of the first place.

Immediately, his faint voice sounded: "One hundred and six can't really represent anything, but it is always better than one hundred and seventy and one hundred and eighty. This time, the quota token is the feeling that we have passed from our hands and control the lifeline of others. Still very good."

The remarks of the black armor youth once again angered everyone.

"This time is the ghost you are engaged in." Lu Guangcheng's real-life opening, his expression is very angry.

As for the leader of Lu Guangcheng, he has always chosen silence.

"Why, now, you two don't express your opinion." The black armor youth looked at the purple sable, and looked at the leader of Lu Guangcheng. The eyes flashed a sensation of coldness and said: "Or... say some last words." ”

Lu Guangcheng's six people immediately fluctuated, and their eyes looked involuntarily toward the purple side, with a hint of help and union.

The purple scorpion went up two steps and looked at the black armor youth. He said: "Since the token is your ghost, you should have become the dog that Yan Bocheng brought in this time. This time you will not retreat. The one who kills Lu Guangcheng, and a trace of purpose should be to kill us."

The front row of people became extremely ugly because of this dog, but the black young man smiled and said: "I like to take the word, yes, killing you does not require us to work too hard, so you can get Lingdong is a human person, dare to ask why this is not what it is."

Others are also sarcasm looking at Zi Yan and others, the eyes are watching a group of dead people.

Wu Xie listened, but he sneered: "I am, it was the scum of Lingdong. When he came to you for owing to humanity, he once said that he was like a wolf in front of us, not even a pig or a dog. ""

The red-eyed pig demon lays his gun again.

"Nonsense, how powerful the mausoleum, you will not be able to defeat you guys in the Tiger City." A monk is angry but angry.

The purple cicada waved his hand and gestured to Wu Xie not to say that he turned to look at the six people of Lu Guangcheng and said: "When Lu Guangcheng came, the two of us said that after we arrived here, we would form an alliance and be under the purple."

Lu Guangcheng’s leader, who had been in vigilance, eased his look. He shouted at the purple cicada and said, “In the next step, I saw the Zixiao brother. The original owner did tell me.”

I heard this and introduced myself, completely ignoring myself and others, and the black-haired youth’s face became gloomy.

However, before he reopened, Zijing’s attention was again on his body, and he said indifferently: “Since it is an ally, the allies are in danger, we should come up with some corresponding sincerity, you retreat, these People change us to solve it."

"You." Valve Wei was a glimpse, and the faces of the five people behind him also had a different color.

The city of the black youth belongs to the city of Sibei, ranking one hundred and six. This time, because of the deduction of many tokens in the last two cities, so many people came.

In front of this team, it is a team of fifteen people. Don't look at the number of people, only 15 people, but the combat power is very strong. In the frontal confrontation, it almost instantly defeated the team of ten people in Luguangcheng.

Moreover, there are three people inside, with extraordinary means.

Looking at the confident purple cicada, the black armor youth smiled disdainfully, and then sneered: "Your strength may be very good outside, but in this world it is not enough to watch, this is a competition king. Where is the skill, you... know what is king-level combat skills."

This is the unified name of the new technique, and it is also a brand new noun. Zi Yan and others have never heard of it, and their expressions are slightly stunned.

Seeing the expression of Zi Yan, the monk of Sibei City was ridiculed. It was worth the end of the age, and even the level-level combat techniques had never been heard.

The young black man looked at the young monk next to him and said, "Shu, you go up and tell him what is called the king-level combat technique, and by the way let him see the power of the king."

The young man named Siwu smiled and patted his chest and said, "Well, my older brother confessed, I promised to kill him."

The young man left the team and walked toward Ziyan. He saw Lu Guangcheng's people along the way. He snorted and his face swept away.

"Big brother, this guy is very strong, that Ziyan has never heard of the king-level combat skills, afraid..." A monk whispered next to the valve.

Wang Wei waved his hand and said: "Zi Zi is the leader of Hu Pingcheng. The city owner is also very appreciative to him. If he can't stop each other, he can only accept his fate. However, look at the purple, calm and calm, and The confidence that the people behind him showed, I want to come here to have trouble."

"The king-level combat technique is actually the combat technique that can be mastered by the domain powerhouse. It can also be called domain-level combat technology. But because the name is not very good, it is called the king level, and the king level combat skill is divided into nine levels. Divided into upper, middle and lower three products, what I am going to display is a kind of combat technique called first-class product, called sword killing."

The young man proudly introduced in front of Zi Yan, "Don't look down on sword killing is only a level of downswing skills. I can master it in the real world. It is already the best in the same class, even if I first entered the domain. With this trick, you can also be a senior domain."

"So, this uncle explained so much, the mouth is almost dry, you can understand." The young man asked Ziyan.

The purple scorpion is slightly clawed and said: "Understood, there is still a king-level combat technique. In order to thank you for your advice, I decided to hack you."

The youth is also a glimpse, and the latter sentence should not be his line.

Immediately, he was angry: "You dare to grab my lines and find death."

"Sword kill."

There was a fiery sword in his hand, and the force of the space above the blade fluctuated. This kind of fluctuation merged with the sharp blade, forming a new kind of combat technique. He directly stabbed the sword.

The fiery red sword spurs the purple throat, and the empty space is pierced, causing a sharp and harsh sound.

Lu Guangcheng's six people are extremely nervous watching this scene, while the heart is also sweating for the purple.

Behind the purple scorpion, everyone saw the way the sword was killed. They were not nervous, and it seemed to be easier at the moment.

"This is also called mastering the king-level combat skills, the sword is powerless, only one shape." Wu Xie can not help but laugh at the sound.

These days, the in-depth ~www.readwn.com~ they have some understanding of the new combat skills, especially in the case of the purple dragonfly often demonstrate, although they have not yet realized, but the eyes have become awkward.

This blow, regardless of the ratio of the dagger of the purple scorpion, or the strong edge of the blade of the golden eye beast, weak more than one grade.

Feeling the faint space oppression that emerged in Ling Jian Jianguang, Zi Yan could not help but shook his head and smiled lightly: "Even if there is a technique, such an attack is not comparable to a normal attack. ”

When the words fall, the purple scorpion step forward, and the black knife in the hand is pulled out.

This hit, Zi Yan seems very casual, even the lines on the black knife did not appear, just smashed down.

But this random blow has made one more pressure in the void, and this force shrouded toward the front, directly making the attack speed of the real world slower, and there is only its shape of the sword, in space. Under the pressure of force, even the shape is gone.

The face of the previous smug reality was changed immediately. After feeling the terrible of this attack, he also decisively attacked as a defense, and at the same time, the armor appeared.