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Sheba only felt that the four fonts in the book were familiar, but Jen Nuo's response was obviously to recognize the four Chinese fonts.

"hand of God."

Jenuo clasped his hands behind him, and actually pronounced the term in Chinese. He glanced at Sheba quickly and asked, "Incarnation?"

"Uncertain." Sheba's eyes flashed slightly and said: "This book is indeed realized, and before the book is realized, he has realized a rusty knife. "

"Really..." Jenuo looked at the broken arm that Li Luo pinched on the screen, skimming the strange phenomenon of no bleeding, the cut was really smooth, and immediately said lightly: "The broken arm was cut by a rusty knife?"

"Yes." Sheba nodded.

"Is it impossible to draw a conclusion like this?" Jenuo asked.

"No, he has also used the ability of the suspected release system and the control system, and the rusty knife alone broke the opponent's defense. It may be related to the ability of the enhanced system, but it is not ruled out that it is because of the characteristics of the current weapon. "Sieba explained.

In this battle, Luo's abilities were too diverse, and his ability to wipe out the flames at that instant last time made it difficult for Sheba to come to a clear judgment.

"Oh?" Jenuo raised his eyebrows, and asked unexpectedly: "Can't you tell with your eyesight and experience?"

The terrifying thing that people who beat the enemy Hakka can show in the battle is not assassination skills, nor combat skills, nor superb thinking skills, but experienced and rich experience!

There is still a gap between Shiba's experience and Ji Nuo, but it is also different from ordinary people. As long as you watch a battle of thought power as a bystander, it should not be difficult to judge the line.

"I can't see it." Sheba nodded, there is nothing bad to admit.

Jenuo was even more surprised, and said, "Interesting, by the way...who is he?"

"..."

Sheba was speechless for a moment, and then said, "He is Luo."

"Well…"

Jen Nuo felt familiar when he heard it, but it was not bad for others' old memory, and he quickly remembered who Luo was.

"This boy is the one mentioned by Ilmi?"

"Yeah." Sheba replied.

"No wonder there is a way, no wonder Il fans mention him specially." Jenuo groaned, and then asked: "Is the battle recorded?"

"Yes." Sheba said.

"I'll watch it later." Jenuo said, walking to the side of Sheba and sitting down, staring at the screen.

Shiba glanced at Jen Nuo, he knew that the reason why the old man was interested was mostly because of the four fonts.

"It is really rare to be able to manifest two kinds of objects, and the words in this book..." Jen Nuo's eyes were full of searching.

The objects that are realized often originate from the users themselves, that is to say, Luo must know this font, so these four characters appear in books.

"Father." Shiba looked at Zhenuo.

"It's the same language." Jeno knew what Sheba wanted to ask, and directly replied: "But it's not surprising that outsiders can master this language."

After speaking, it is to focus on the screen.

Seeing this, Shiba could only look at the picture on the screen. He had seen this font in the books of his grandfather's collection, but he hadn't studied it seriously.

At this time, the audience in the venue gradually lost their voices and looked at Luo holding Antongmu's severed arm with one hand, with different expressions.

On the ring, Luo's ability to use the hand of God kept cutting off Andongmu's anger.

He cut off his breath in one hand, holding a book in the other, waiting for Andongmu's decision.

Abandoning his arm, saving his body, or ignoring the whole thing, he was eventually killed by Luo Mo.

Arms and fate, this kind of multiple-choice question does not require thinking, but after all, it is not three fingers, and it is not so easy to choose.

An Tongmu is like this, he hesitated for about five seconds, so Luo cut off a part of his qi.

In the end, Andong still removed the output of mind power on the broken arm, which meant that he gave up his left arm.

Luo saw that the broken arm was in a state of extinction, and he didn't know what politeness was. He opened the book with one hand and the page automatically turned to the page of Andong Mu. Then he patted the broken arm and put the broken arm in the book instantly. Remove the book.

His movements are concise and efficient. In the eyes of outsiders, the book and the broken arm disappear at the same time.

"You're done." Luo looked at Andongmu and said lightly.

Before he could say anything, a large amount of blood spurted out of Andongmu's broken arm, triggering some exclamations from the audience.

"ended."

In the audience, Bi Siji stroked his chin and cut off Andongmu's left arm in 80 rounds. After that, it only took about ten rounds to defeat Andongmu.

On the ring, An Tongmu snorted slightly, his face flashed pale, and he contracted the muscles at the wound of his severed arm in an attempt to slow down the bleeding speed, and at the same time stepped back and pulled a further distance.

The bleeding must be stopped first...

Andongmu wanted to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, but Luo Qi would let Antongmu go as he pleases. At the same time he took away the book, he summoned God from the flame tattoo and rushed towards Antongmu in his hand.

"Damn it!"

An Tongmu's face became ugly. He felt a deep crisis. He tore off the clothes on his body with his right hand with only his thumb and tail finger, and wanted to stay tightly beside the wound as a bandage.

However, Luo waved God and shot three sword auras at him at once.

Antongmu moved left and right, flashing through these three sword auras, leaving a big'z' blood stain on the ring. It is blood flowing from the broken arm. Only muscle contraction cannot completely stop the bleeding. Also need the assistance of bandages.

Realizing that Luo wanted to interfere with his hemostasis, Andongmu, despite his resentment, was helpless~www.ltnovel.com~ could only deal with it as much as possible and take this opportunity to complete the hemostatic measures.

In this way, Luo didn't waver or sorrow when the wind was downwind, and he played steadily and steadily, making Andongmu miserable.

An Tongmu threw a large amount of blood on the ring before taking measures to stop the bleeding with great pain. At this time, his face became paler, his blood became extremely pale, and the hint of arrogance in the cold face had long disappeared.

Before the battle started, he firmly believed that he could use all the advantages to crush Luo, and he had never thought that he would fall to this end.

His face was pale, this was a sign of excessive blood loss, and coupled with the lack of an arm, Andongmu obviously had no chance of winning.

Luo rushed to the front of Andongmu and drove the knife away. Although the latter had lost too much blood, he still had the strength to struggle, struggling to dodge the long sword that was chopped over frequently.

The long knife that looked rusty was a sharp weapon that could easily cut off his mind defense, and if it was slashed again, it would be completely finished.

God's sharpness made Andongmu, who had lost an arm, become fearful, and no longer had the aura of the previous attack.

Luo's swordsmanship is fairly well-formed, and his solid foundation reveals a heavy meaning. In the face of Andongmu, who is not weak in physical skills, it is difficult to achieve results.

However, Luo would occasionally make up a punch or kick while swinging a knife, and crushed Andong Mu into defeat.

During the defensive process, Astro had suffered several times, and finally realized that if he continued like this, it would only be a chronic death.

"Can't win."

He gritted his teeth secretly and came to a conclusion.

Then, he thought cruelly in his heart: Since he can't win, then even if he is dead, he will drag you together!

Constraints and pledges!

An Tongmu's whole body floated with the intention of going to death, and at the same time, the aura surging in his body soared in vain, causing a violent wind to force Luo back!

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