Lying in the blood, Lan Ling panted, "Too... huh... too strong."
"In this God's Domain, there is such a powerful master."
Xinghui said: "Fortunately, the Baimu clan is the least numerous among the three ancient clans, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous."
Due to the characteristics of the Baimu people who will die when they advance, their number is very rare, especially the higher the level, the rarer it is.
The vast majority of the Baimu people were not killed, but were "probably killed" during the promotion process.
Peng!
Luo Sheng was knocked into a shadow and flew out from above the heads of the three of them.
Looking at that white-eyed man Yongyan, he has not been injured until now!
The four of Luo Sheng were exhausted from fighting, but they couldn't even break through his defense.
Not only was Yong Yan not injured, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face.
This kind of person is really terrible.
The white-eyed man slowly floated into the air. He looked down at Luo Sheng with a blank expression, and said, "You are an admirable opponent, but your team is finished."
"Now, I will kill you all one by one to free you."
With that said, the white-eyed man swung his sledgehammer and smashed it down on the nearest blue spirit.
clang!
When the giant hammer was less than three meters away from Lan Ling, a light and shadow suddenly blocked the giant hammer.
The long knife in Luo Sheng's hand was smashed to the ground, and he jumped out fiercely.
"Huh...huh..." Luo Sheng panted, lowering his head even lower.
His blood-stained long hair covered his gloomy and cold face.
"Do you still want to resist?" The white-eyed man looked at Luo Sheng and said, "Wouldn't it be a good thing for you to get rid of it as soon as you know that you are not an opponent?"
"Recognize the reality. You are not my opponent. In the same realm, I only lose to the first-class dragon knight. Other than that, I am invincible."
With a move of his right hand, Na Luosheng took the long knife back into his hand.
His figure flashed, and there was another clang, and the long knife slashed on the shield.
The long knife was ejected again and flew away.
Bai Muren said: "Whether you are stupid or brave, do you not understand the gap between you and me until now? You have tried thousands of times, and the same result is always the same."
The white-eyed man shook his hand and hit him with a hammer.
boom!
Luo Sheng narrowly avoided the hammer blow, but was sent flying by the shock wave caused by the giant hammer hitting the ground.
The white-eyed man shook his head: "You are so weak that you can't even bear the shock wave of the hammer."
Luo Sheng was exhausted and extremely weak.
He wanted to try to get up, but he tried three times in a row before barely succeeding.
He raised his right hand and aimed at the long knife dozens of meters away.
The long knife jumped a few times, as if it was struggling, and wanted to fly back to Luo Sheng's hand, but it kept buzzing and vibrating, and it still didn't have enough pulling force.
"It's over." Baimu Ren said: "Kill you guys, I'm going to the summit."
Luo Sheng reluctantly sat cross-legged, his strength so weak that even a knife couldn't bring it back.
The severe intracranial hemorrhage made his eyes unable to see clearly, and he could hardly hear what Baimuren was saying in his ears.
In my mind, I just buzzed non-stop.
"Split it."
A voice echoed in Luo Sheng's mind.
split it! Split the shield of the white-eyed man.
Luo Sheng's mouth moved a few times, as if he was muttering to himself.
The white-eyed man was about to kill Lan Ling, and when he heard the faint sound of insects and mosquitoes, he looked at Luo Sheng curiously: "What?"
This swordsman, this man who had always been taciturn and barely talked to others during the battle, rarely spoke.
The white-eyed man couldn't suppress his curiosity, he wanted to hear what this man who rarely spoke was talking about.
He listened intently, and then heard a paragraph of intermittent words.
"The strength of a weapon depends only on the person who uses it. Really, is that so?"
Who is more powerful, the sharpest knife or the strongest shield
It depends on the master who uses these two weapons, who has better physical fitness and who has greater strength.
This is the most superficial truth.
But is that really the case? Is that all
Luo Sheng stood up, and he limped towards his long knife.
The long knife began to buzz again, as if it had felt the master's desire and call.
The white-eyed man shook his head: "You almost don't even have the strength to walk."
Luo Sheng bent down and picked up the knife.
He raised his head and looked at the white-eyed man through the gloomy long hair.
"I can split."
He said.
"The sharpness of a knife is not only related to how thin the blade is, but also depends on the heart of the swordsman."
He said.
"The sharpness of a weapon is just an appearance, but the heart of a swordsman must be like a knife."
He said.
"If the heart is not sharpened, the sharpness of the knife will not go."
He said.
"Hoo..."
Luo let out a long breath, closed his eyes, closed his ears, closed his sense of smell and perception.
At this moment, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.
"This is..." The white-eyed man's expression changed.
Lan Ling and the others were still panting, and the white-eyed man also made a sound, and even Luo Sheng's breathing was extremely heavy.
However, it was as if the sound of this world was suddenly taken away, and the silence made people feel flustered.
This temperament emanated from Luo Sheng's body!
The wind stopped, the sound disappeared, as if even time had been frozen.
The white-eyed man's expression became more and more shocked.
At this time, Luo Sheng's senses had all disappeared, and he didn't pay the slightest attention to the outside world.
In his inner world, it was pitch black.
In the endless darkness, there was only one knife, floating in mid-air, quietly, without making a sound.
Suddenly, Luo Sheng opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, the world started to work again.
"Heart cut, lore."
He said.
Unknown where the power came from, Luo Sheng turned into an afterimage, brushing past the white-eyed man.
Swish!
"Hiss..." The white-eyed man gasped!
His shield was cut three inches deep!
"It's impossible!" Baimuren panicked, he immediately raised the giant hammer and threw it at Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng closed his eyes, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and put the blade upright on the side with his face.
Under his feet, a cyclone appeared.
call! Na Luosheng disappeared in place!
boom!
The sledgehammer hit the place just before Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng appeared, opened his eyes, and said, "Heart cut, lore kill!"
He turned into an afterimage again!
Swish!
The Baimuren's protective aegis had already healed completely, but this time, it was cut open six inches!
His thick shield is only ten inches in total!
The white-eyed man's pupils contracted.
Luo Sheng closed his eyes, a cyclone appeared under his feet, disappeared with a whirring sound, and avoided the next attack of the Baimuren.
Luo Sheng appeared, opened his eyes, and said, "Heart cut, lore kill!"
Swish!
The complete shield of the white-eyed man was cut a full nine inches this time! One knife, nine inches deep!