The Broken Blade, who was fighting fiercely with a short axe from a high place, looked around and listened to all directions. He clearly saw that the men below were attacked by the murderers one by one, and his eyes were blood red. Anger and hatred surged together, and he didn't care about retaining it. The vitality in his body exploded, and the condensed seven-meter black heavy sword suddenly expanded by one more. Under the sword, the sword aura was pressed down like flames, as if he had opened a mountain and broken a sea.

"Crack", the blue Xuanhua heavy axe condensed from the short axe cracked a gap.

After all, he was more powerful than the short axe. He had several confrontations and gained the upper hand and injured the short axe to retreat.

But at this point, because of Le Dongliu, a sudden alien, his Broken Blade Tribe, had suffered heavy losses, and it was almost impossible to take down the Short Axe Tribe. Also, because the battlefield is closer to the Dazhai of the Short Axe Tribe, they are fighting locally and support is timely enough. Continuous reinforcements arrived, forcing the Broken Blade Tribe to suffer consecutive setbacks.

After all, Broken Blade is the leader of the clan. He could not watch all the men die in battle. He shouted to his subordinates in grief and anger, "Retreat, I'll cut off the back!" After hearing the order, everyone in the Broken Blade tribe stopped fighting and began to retreat with rhythm.

The double spirit that Le Dongliu had a little anxious was slipping away, and the Black Flame Sword shook again and slashed towards one person's back neck.

Duan Bian Li shouted: "Little bastard, don't be crazy." After all, he had extraordinary skills and superb strength. He hit the Black Flame Sword with one sword.

"bite……"

The sword was smashed firmly by him, and the sword chant was melodious and crisp.

Le Dongliu's heart trembled, and the spiritual consciousness attached to the sword was almost shattered, and the sword was almost out of control, and the connection with the sword was almost broken. He quickly calmed down and focused all his thoughts on the sword. The broken blade had already grabbed the hilt of the sword in this moment.

The sword body was cut, and Le Dong lost his spirit for only a moment. When he came to his senses, he found that the broken blade's hand was about to grab the hilt of the Black Flame Sword. His heart suddenly became tight. His thoughts moved, and his consciousness emerged. The sword swirled in the air and turned around the hilt as the center. The hilt just barely avoided the broken blade's hand, and the blade had already slashed towards his throat.

Broken Blade was surprised at the rapid response of Le Dongliu. He finally created a little opportunity, but he was robbed in a blink of an eye.

How could he know that Le Dongliu practiced sword control skills for more than a hundred years in his previous life? At this time, sword control was limited by weapons, and although its power was less than 100% in his previous life, his experience and exquisite sword moves were easily picked up.

The sword moves are still those sword moves. The sword and sword blocking are about to be cut, which is more than several times faster than holding a sword in hand.

The most brilliant sword technique is the basic cross sword technique, which is lingering, thorning, cutting, snatching, slashing, wiping, and scratching... and moves that are inseparable from the key points.

The Broken Blade was careless and fell into the sword net and couldn't escape. It was not difficult to avoid it at the beginning, but when the sword technique of Ledongliu was strong, it would be strong. Whenever there was no support, there would be a wonderful sword move to fight back to victory. In the long run, the enemy would grow longer and we would lose, which would become more and more unfavorable to the Broken Blade.

The sword seemed to have become stronger and stronger in an instant, and the stiffness quickly disappeared. After just a moment, the sword force felt unpredictable. After a long period of practice, Le Dongliu finally restored the level of the sword's heart in his previous life under heavy pressure. Duan Bian was shocked and grabbed the black iron sword tightly with both hands, his body was like the wind, and he was thrillingly avoiding it in the sword net.

The two of them fought each other for a long time, but in fact they were only a few short rounds. They had already fought each other several times, and were full of dangers, making people dazzled.

The longer the time is, the more unfavorable it will be for the retreat of the Broken Blade. Because he knew very well that the short axe seemed to be seriously injured after the blow, but in fact it was fine. After he got back to participate in the battle again, it would not be so easy to leave. Thinking of this, he no longer retained it, forcibly lifted the Xuangong, and the vitality in his body was in a rampage again.

The Broken Blade roared wildly, and the vitality of the whole body condensed again. The seven-meter-sized black iron sword transformed again. Carrying the power of breaking through this space, it hit Ledongliu Black Flame Sword.

It is the method of gathering troops that lord level bosses can understand.

"when…"

With a crisp sound, the Black Flame Sword was unavoidable this time and was beaten up. He staggered a few times and finally fell to the ground. The broken blade's hand poked out again, and the gray light became even more intense, as if a poisonous snake was preying on it, grabbing it on the hilt of the sword.

The Black Flame Sword has changed hands for the first time.

Just now, the short axe tribe tribe tribe tribe tribe tribal tribe was severely damaged by this sword. This move is also a rare ultimate move for the Break Blade. His CD time has not yet come, and he does not have the ability to continue to display. This time, the power is greatly reduced and there are still some sequelae. But it is still okay to leave a small black flame sword.

Le Dongliuhun didn't expect that he would show his unique skills again. The Black Flame Sword was taken away. He immediately determined that he could not lose the Black Flame Sword. The masters had a fight for only a moment. It was not that the Black Flame Sword was of high value, but that if he lost the Black Flame Sword at this moment, the next moment, the heavy sword was waiting for him. He made up his mind and immediately fell into the battle for spiritual consciousness, and the consumption of the soul instantly doubled. From burning 10 soul power per second to 100 points, 200... it is not enough to consume.

Broken Blade's eyes showed a ruthless look. Seeing Le Dongliu was embarrassed, he suddenly felt fierce in his heart. He roared and rushed forward, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to pursue Le Dongliu in one fell swoop and kill Le Dongliu, the culprit, on the spot.

After several failed robberies, Le Dongliu made a quick decision and immediately retracted most of his spiritual senses. His sharp eyes were slightly restrained, and he was not afraid or panicked at the Broken Blade that was rushing towards him.

"Be careful! Xiu will hurt my tribe members." The coach Lang Ying hurriedly got rid of the enemy's entanglement and rushed over without hesitation. During the rushing process, he also loudly reminded Le Dongliu, as if he couldn't bear to see the genius of his tribe fall here. The players in the distance also widened their eyes. The battle of the rabbits rising and falling just now had already shocked them, and most of them forgot to react.

"careful--"

Another tender cry, very high decibels.

However, Lin Xiaolu, who had just been saved, rushed out of the woods and saw Le Dongliu approaching by the big boss, and immediately shouted.

"One sword is Juekong-"

Suddenly he opened his mouth and spitted it out, a white light blurred out, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a long sword hanging across the void like white, slashing straight towards the broken blade's head.

Broken Blade was shocked. He instinctively sensed danger and did not care about seizing the Black Flame Sword. He raised his hand to snatch the black iron sword in the air, hoping to block the attack. The white light was like a practice passing through the air, and all his defenses were as weak as white paper, and they were instantly penetrated.

Broken Blade screamed and fell out. After getting up, he immediately covered half of his bleeding neck, not daring to stay, and quickly disappeared into the woods with the support of his subordinates.

Le Dongliu watched the boss escape and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "It's better!" Broken Blade was much better than his son after all, and his ultimate skill was not capable of killing a lord with a fifth-level body-tempering lord.

He reached out and grabbed the black flame sword that had been lost and regained.
Chapter completed!