Female president's private killer

The buzzing sound of high-speed vibration keeps ringing around Duan Tiandao. Each buzzing sound represents a sharp flying sword.

When Duan Tiandao cut and flew a flying sword, the Knights confirmed that this guy was very sensitive to the changes of the breath of heaven and earth. No matter how to hide the traces of the flying sword, they could not escape his eyes. Therefore, they changed their tactics in an instant, no longer trying to hide the traces of the flying sword, but tried their best to output their mental strength, so that each flying sword could produce the greatest power.

However, for Duan Tiandao, this kind of combat method has no meaning. No matter the strength or strength of his body, he is not comparable to ordinary practitioners. When he walks around, a sword will light up in the drizzle around him, and a flying sword will be blown away.

No one, let alone any sword, could enter a foot in front of him.

In addition to Duan Tiandao's sharp and simple sword, there are many more majestic and irresistible momentum, as well as the kind of sword meaning that is naturally very strange.

No one can get close to him. He can get close to others. The liquid condensed by blood in his body rotates at a high speed and keeps releasing the Taoist power. His right foot steps into the muddy grass and splashes a large area of muddy water, while his people drag a remnant in the air and instantly come to a rider.

With a "puff" sound, the blade in his hand stabbed deep into the knight's thigh, then pulled it out like lightning, the Taoist power turned again, swept more than ten feet backward, and returned to the original place again.

Just then, a knight looked at Duan Tiandao.

Duan Tiandao's body shook. He only realized that the sea was turbulent, as if he was going to set off a huge wave. Only then did he know that the knight was a rare person with spiritual ability.

There are not many people in the world with stronger spiritual power than Duan Tiandao. Duan Tiandao glanced at the knight. He knew the powerful spiritual power in the sea and directly wiped out the spiritual power attacked by this man.

The knight's face suddenly turned pale, and he threw up with a loud laugh. The food in his stomach mixed with blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, looking very miserable.

During the battle, Duan Tiandao's mysterious and unspeakable body method has shocked the people present, and it is recognized in the practice circle that those with spiritual ability should occupy an absolute advantage in the battle in the same realm.

And he just looked at the knight and made the man suffer a serious counterattack, which shocked the people beyond words and imagination.

However, these Knights do have considerable strength, especially their cooperation in combat is very tacit. They seem to follow the same frequency in terms of body method, footsteps and even breathing.

Fighting these knights is like fighting a man.

Whenever Duan Tiandao seems to kill a person with superhuman body method, there are always flying swords coming from a very dangerous and steep angle, and some even block directly with their arms. In order to protect their companions, these Knights do not hesitate to live or die, as if they have extremely noble morality.

It is for this reason that Duan Tiandao has injured several people in just a few moments since the war began. However, apart from successfully injuring the knight with mental strength, he failed to make any enemy's combat effectiveness disappear.

Even so, Duan Tiandao believes that he can kill all these people. However, he knows better that he is actually fighting with that person at this time, and that person has not yet shot... Zhao Bowen shot.

A black peach blossom came out of his hand.

A pure black invisible Dao sword came out of the black peach blossom.

The black Dao sword is suspended in front of the Honglian temple like a ghost.

A sense of silence gradually spread from the sword.

Sensing the meaning of this extinction, those chivalry spirits seemed to be infused with fresh power, and the flying sword was woven like streamer, which immediately blocked Duan Tiandao into a tiny area.

In fact, Zhao Bowen had done it a long time ago.

While Duan Tiandao shot the seventh iron arrow, he brushed his Taoist robe, turned countless drizzles into stone waterfalls, and roared towards Duan Tiandao. Those dark raindrops were full of toxins. Unfortunately, he failed.

At this time, Duan Tiandao shot again.

The long sword shines brightly, as if to illuminate the whole grassland.

The pure black invisible Dao sword uttered a painful groan, accompanied by a light sound of "hiss", and bursts of green smoke appeared on the sword. It seemed that it would melt into the bright world in the next moment.

Zhao Bowen groaned with pain. His burned face was pale, and smoke began to appear on his charred body. The wounds cut by iron arrows began to gurgle and bleed again.

He took back the black sword and went to Duan Tiandao, regardless of the blood flowing on his body.

For Zhao Bowen, this is his only chance!

In the absolute light of that moment, Duan Tiandao turned into a very light shadow, sliding at high speed on the grass, and the sword blade quietly wiped those wooden knights.

Then, without hesitation, he squeezed out the last spiritual power and stimulated the Taoist power of his whole body.

The drizzle fell again, and the Knights fell to the ground.

A terrible wound appeared on their neck or between their chest and abdomen.

When the light on the long sword came and left, seven knights were killed by Duan Tiandao, and the others who were still alive were seriously injured and couldn't stand up for a moment.

The situation between the fields suddenly changed.

Now the only one who can stand is Duan Tiandao and Zhao Bowen.

After many bloody battles, Duan Tiandao seemed to have exhausted his mental power, exhausted his Taoist power, and empty his arrow box. He really reached the low step of the end of the mountain and water. He breathed heavily and exhaustively, and every breath seemed to be as painful as that.

Zhao Xingyu was sitting on the grass with blood all over his body. He looked at Duan Tiandao standing, and his eyes couldn't help showing awe. He couldn't understand. This man obviously looked very ordinary, like a little white face, but how could he compete with the elders and so many experts? So far, how did he do it?

"Give up." Zhao Xingyu looked at him and said in a trembling voice.

Duan Tiandao took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the package and put it in his mouth. He didn't answer him.

Zhao Bowen looked up at the sky. The cold drizzle came into his eyes, slightly wet.

His hands trembled slightly, knowing that he had finally won the most important victory in life.

"Now you can always admit defeat." Zhao Bowen took back his eyes, looked at Duan Tiandao and said calmly.

Duan Tiandao still held the handle of the sword, stared at the spray of rain in the puddle in front of his feet, smiled insidiously, closed his eyes and said, "Superman won't lose."

As soon as Zhao Bowen's pupil contracted, he immediately thought that Duan Tiandao wanted to delay time: "the world is very big. Everyone has his own story. You have it and I have it. Unfortunately, today's story is mine and I am the protagonist. Do you have any last words? "

The drizzle continued, the fire on the grassland had long been extinguished, and the whole world was dark.

There was a dead silence around. The surviving Knights sat up hard, but they couldn't walk for a moment. They watched with mixed emotions.

At this time, Duan Tiandao suddenly opened his eyes.

These eyes looked at Zhao Bowen quietly, showing a slightly joking look: "countdown, start."

When Zhao Bowen saw Duan Tiandao's eyes, he was puzzled, and then became frightened and speechless. It was a fear of the unknown and a fear of the situation out of control.

The meaning of laughter and banter in Duan Tiandao's eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhao Bowen's body is getting colder and colder.

Duan Tiandao looked at him with a smile and stretched out a finger.

"One."

Zhao Bowen subconsciously looked around and nothing happened.

"Two."

He was stunned. Nothing really happened.

Then Zhao Bowen smiled and looked at Duan Tiandao with a sneer. It turned out that he was procrastinating again.

"Three."

While Duan Tiandao was counting to three, Zhao Bowen suddenly felt tight. The whole person was bound by a bundle of fairy ropes. His eyes stared at Duan Tiandao with shock: "you, what did you do?"

"Tie Xian Jue, I've changed my name to tie pig Jue, but it starts a little slowly." Duan Tiandao smiled, his body moved instantly, appeared in front of Zhao Bowen, and then waved his sword.

Zhao Bowen uttered a shrill scream.

On the grass, the knights were terrified and didn't know what had happened.

Then the long sword in Duan Tiandao's hand slowly left Zhao Bowen's neck, and the waterfall like blood gushed from Zhao Bowen's neck.

Duan Tiandao deliberately didn't cut off his head: "what last words can you say now?"

He looked at Zhao Bowen, who was pale and extremely frightened. He smiled and looked a little proud. At least he left the enemy a chance to speak, so he fell into Zhao Bowen's eyes. This smile was even more terrible than the devil.

Zhao Bowen's eyes were full of panic. He felt the breath of Duan Tiandao restrain himself. For the first time, he felt that Duan Tiandao was so terrible. That fear even defeated his reason and made him desperate to escape.

Who on earth is this man? He even knows the long lost secret of the highest magic power of hiding, the formula of binding pigs?

Zhao Bowen howled bitterly and forced out the already damaged peach blossom.

Then he did not hesitate to use the majestic Taoist power in his body to directly destroy the peach blossom of his life!

The black peach blossom is broken into the finest powder.

The terrible shock wave directly opened Duan Tiandao and Zhao Bowen.

Duan Tiandao flew back, but it didn't matter.

Zhao Bowen was miserable, lying on the ground covered in blood.

The drizzle is still falling.

The black peach blossoms turned into black rain.

The blood turned into a mist.

All around.

Zhao Bowen looked at Duan Tiandao bitterly and growled in a trembling voice, "revenge me!"

Then he hung up.

The knights were extremely loyal to Zhao Bowen, even if they were seriously injured. Listening to this sentence, even if they climbed with their hands, they climbed to Duan Tiandao.

Duan Tiandao, like a flash of lightning, came through the drizzle and directly crushed the chest of the knight who climbed closest to him!

Zhao Xingyu's face was pale. He didn't want Duan Tiandao to be able to do it after such an explosion. He groaned painfully, his chest suddenly sank, used the secret method, began to burn life, and regained abundant strength with the fastest speed.

He drank violently and hit Duan Tiandao's head with a fist like the wind.

Duan Tiandao was happy and fearless and collided with it without fear.

A heavy muffled sound.

Duan Tiandao looked at Zhao Xingyu.

Zhao Xingyu noticed his look. He was cold all over and shouted, "close the horse, you withdraw first!"

Duan Tiandao narrowed his eyes and saw several black horses go away to the field in the drizzle.

The most powerful knight is in front of himself.

Duan Tiandao smiled: "you want to stop me."

Zhao Xingyu said, "although I will die, I can stop you now."

Duan Tiandao said, "you are not my opponent."

Zhao Xingyu said, "I want to try."

Duan Tiandao looked at the smoke and dust in the distant rain. Without any emotion on his face, he shrugged casually, and then stretched out his hand to pick up the iron bow on the ground.

Zhao Xingyu frowned slightly and said, "you don't have an arrow."

Duan Tiandao pulled the iron bow directly.

If there is no arrow on the string, it is an empty bullet.

The bow strings clank and the sound is about to crack the clouds.

Zhao Xingyu had a deep blood line on his chest.

He looked down at his chest in some confusion.

Duan Tiandao pulled the bow again, and the string sound rose again.

Every time the string moved, the heat in his heart seemed to subside.

So he played dozens of bows.

More than ten feet away, dozens of blood lines appeared on Zhao Xingyu's body, collapsing like a sand mountain and splashing flesh and blood.