Dou Po: After dressing as Xiao Yan's sister, I was favored by the group

Chapter 519 How is it possible
"It's a pity, you can fight against the strong, and you can die without regret. I think that if you follow me in the future, maybe I will lead you to the pinnacle of life."

If you hear it, you might think that Xiao Xue is mentally ill at this time, or she was beaten stupid.

Now that he has the upper hand, how can he encourage others to join him?
Isn't this a joke?But Deacon Wu just smiled, not just how he viewed this kind of thing.

The lightning seems to guide the lost people to the direction of returning home. The darkness that has just torn the deacon of the fog has just forcibly torn, and the first contest between light and darkness.To some extent, Deacon Mist was defeated just now.

"Boy, I like you more and more, I really can't bear to kill you, I will give you one last chance, will you follow me?"

Just now, the pupils of the green light had turned into black, the black from hell.

It was a symbol of death, and Xiao Xue knew what consequences she would bring if she refused.

"Have you thought about it? This seat is impatient."

A beam of sword light and lightning quickly approached, Xiao Xue pulled a sword flower, and the tip of the Jinglei Sword made a sound of lightning.

Deacon Wu raised his hand to touch the bloodstain left by the lightning strike on his cheek.

"This is your answer."

Deacon Wu's face was filled with anger, but soon he raised his head and laughed, as if bewitched.

Shouldn't it be stupid?

"Boy, you are crazy, I hope you can continue to be crazy in the future."

Deacon Mist's body suddenly became blurred, what kind of trick is this?
There was only one afterimage left, but it was surprisingly fast, forming phantom after phantom around Xiao Xue's body, and it was impossible to know which one was the main body.

Xiao Xue held two swords, and the black sickle quickly attacked from the left side. Xiao Xue raised the Thunder Sword in his left hand to receive the black sickle's attack.

But it immediately turned into a cloud of black gas and quickly disappeared into the air.

The sound of the air being torn behind him rang in his ears, Xiao Xue's body quickly turned to the right, and a clearly visible black sickle passed under his waist, carrying a strong fighting spirit.

The iron chain turned into an object harder than steel at this instant, and Xiao Xue's body seemed to be hit in the waist by an iron rod.

With one blow, Xiao Xue's whole body was thrown out, careless, Xiao Xue was secretly surprised.

Sure enough, after the black sickle circled in the air, following the pulling of the iron chain, it quickly swept towards Xiao Xue who lost his balance in midair.

Xiao Xue didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, crossed the two swords in her hands, and mobilized her fighting spirit to form a protective shield.

The black sickle and the two swords collided with each other, and the sound of "dangdang" was harsh, and the sparks generated by the two swords and the black sickle continued to radiate.

The black sickle suddenly became like a prototype constantly cutting the shield formed by Xiao Xue's twin swords.

Xiao Xue leaned forward, mobilizing fighting energy and continuously pouring it into the two swords.

The cutting force is getting stronger and stronger, and there seems to be no other way but to resist desperately.

The air is distorted by the collision of the two energies, and even the space is distorted. The energy is constantly gathering and consuming.

The two sides seem to have reached a balance, but is it really the case?

However, Xiao Xue's body was retreating unconsciously, and there was no way for her feet to stabilize. Beads of sweat on her forehead gathered on her chin into crystal clear drops under the fluctuation of energy.

It evaporated quickly, and before the convergence had dissipated.

The longer the time lasted, Xiao Xue knew in her heart that going on like this was not an option.

As for the direction of fighting spirit, the fighting spirit of a fighting sect is always more than that of a fighting king, and it is stupid to compete in fighting spirit.

Xiao Xue suddenly withdrew her two swords and faced the attack of the black sickle.

Deacon Wu was taken aback, did he intend to give up?

Impossible, with his temperament, he definitely won't, but now that the protection is removed, has he thought about the consequences?
While withdrawing the two swords, an ice wall appeared across the sky, blocking the attack route of the black sickle.

The short time is enough for Xiao Xue to make other actions.

The end of the iron chain is the real body of Deacon Wu, and at this moment, he can only fight hard.

When Xiao Xue arranged the ice wall, she knew that the ice wall would not be able to stop the black scythe for too long.

But that was enough, a quick reaction.

The body has avoided the original attack route of Deacon Wu for a moment, and the sword array that appeared behind him also shows that the removal of the protection just now is actually a preparation for the attack now.

The ice wall broke without any accident, and the black scythe continued to move forward on the original track, but there was some deviation from Xiao Xue's current position.

This deviation is enough for Xiao Xue to display her fighting skills, although it is dangerous for the black scythe to pass from within a few centimeters of the neck.

But the risk is worth it.

"Thunder!"

"Feihong stepped on the snow to kill!"

The two swords could actually perform two fighting skills at the same time, and the black sickle returned to the deacon of the fog under the tug of the iron chain.

Secretly surprised, how did this person do it?
There were snowflakes in the sky, Deacon Wu looked up, something was wrong.

Those snowflakes are not real snowflakes, but snowflakes with sharp edges.

Deacon Wu's cheek was scratched again by Xiao Xue's fighting skill. This was the second time he was injured by a fighting king's fighting skill today.

The snowflakes fell endlessly, and along with the lightning, they continued to fall towards Deacon Wu's body.

The Mist Deacon swung the black sickle and kept spinning above his head, forming an airtight protective shield.

The falling snowflakes only briefly hit the black sickle and made a "clang" sound. Lightning struck, and streaks of black mist rose into the air.

Deacon Wu yelled loudly, the black fighting energy in his body continued to condense, and a burst of black energy shot up the flying snowflakes in the sky.

Xiao Xue's two ground-level fighting skills couldn't stop a Dou Zong for too long.

But time is enough.Deacon Wu has only one thought at this time: to completely obliterate the young people who have justified their names.

His strength is too terrifying, and now he has a level comparable to his own strength, and he has already lost.

Deacon Wu broke through Xiao Xue's fighting skills and was about to launch a bigger attack on Xiao Xue.

A group of more dazzling fireballs was attacking him.

Taking advantage of Deacon Wu's break of the gap in her fighting skills, Xiao Xue put away her two swords and merged with the large Buddha's anger fire lotus.

Everything was just right, Xiao Xue pushed out with both hands, and Deacon Wu didn't dare to neglect the even weirder fire ball than before.

This little guy has too many secrets.

But this time the Mist Deacon's protective cover did not play a better protective role than before.

There was only the sound of an energy explosion.

"boom!"

The whole earth trembled, and the loess on the ground seemed to be forcibly pulled up by a layer at this moment, and the formed energy storm exploded around Deacon Wu.

The generated energy shock wave sent Xiao Xue flying away from hundreds of meters away.

The body kept spinning in mid-air, without any intention of stopping.

(End of this chapter)