Wu Chan stepped into the sky with his sword.
The knife has not yet arrived.
Dao Jin arrives first!
Han Lingbao had to flap his wings and retreat.
The long fang sword cut into the air, and Wu Chan fell towards the ground with his sword.
Before Han Lingbao could take a breath, Wu Chan fell to the ground and suddenly disappeared. The ground cracked and bloomed like a lotus!
Han Lingbao immediately raised his gaze, and Wu Chan jumped right in front of him and slashed with his sword!
Han Lingbao was shocked. Even the Wu family shouldn't have such a strong jumping ability!
Although he was frightened in his heart, he kept his movements calm. He flapped the huge wings behind his back to widen the distance between the two of them. At the same time, he swiped his left hand forward in the air and shot Wu Zen with dozens of ectoplasm swords.
The Wuchan man was in mid-air, with nowhere to draw on his strength and nowhere to escape.
Only hard connection!
Ping ping ping ping ping ping!
Wu Chan fell towards the ground while swinging his sword to split the ectoplasm sword.
Not a single sword hit him, but the swords stabbed him continuously, more and more.
Wu Chan was forced to the ground. Han Lingbao swung his right hand, and more ectoplasm swords flew down from the sky. Each sword was blocked by Wu Chan and inserted into the ground, gradually wrapping around him in circles. From a distance, it looks like a wasteland of waste swords where countless swordsmen are buried.
Han Lingbao knew that he would not be able to kill Wu Chan with his attack.
He had no intention of killing Wu Chan from the beginning, he was just delaying Wu Chan's time, because it was the people around Wu Chan who were going to die.
At this moment, Ku Endless should have taken action at the No. 3 Waste Incineration Station in the East District. If that guy uses all his strength, even if Gong Jingsheng's ghost-slaying cultivation is not destroyed, he probably won't be able to withstand it for ten minutes.
Han Lingbao estimated that the time should be almost there.
He drew a circle with both hands, and the spiritual long sword hanging by his side merged into one, changing from ordinary size to a large long sword.
Thirty long swords were shot toward the ground at the same speed at the same time.
Wu Chan could block thirty swords one after another, but he could not block thirty swords that came at the same time.
The long sword was inserted into the ground in all directions of Wu Chan's front, back, left, and right. The handles were intertwined, resembling both a bird's nest and a cage, sealing Wu Chan inside.
This move of "sword array as a prison" is enough to hold Wu Chan back for thirty seconds. Han Lingbao needs to take advantage of this moment to leave, lest he gets hit on the head and kills Wu Chan, which would cause serious trouble.
Han Lingbao flapped his huge wings and glided away from a distance.
But just as he entered the gliding state, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he had been pierced by an ice steel needle.
Something dangerous is targeting him!
He shouldn't have looked back.
But unfortunately, he has turned back.
On the ground, Wu Zen broke free from the sword prison, his shoulders were on fire, and he was in a spear-throwing posture. The spear he took from nowhere glowed with a frightening black light in the winter evening sun.
There was no way he could do it from such a long distance—
Wu Chan threw his arm vigorously.
The black light disappears.
One hundredth of a second.
A self-protective reaction like blinking your eyelids.
Han Lingbao turned his body sideways, and at the same moment, a huge impact directly tore his left wing, and the burst of spiritual matter was like ice crystal snowflakes!
He had only heard that those who drowned were those who could swim, but he had never heard that those who fell to death were those who could fly.
He fell quickly towards the ground, and the wind hit his face like a knife. If he fell headfirst to the ground, his brain would definitely burst.
But the reason why a master becomes a master is that he must have the mentality to remain calm in times of crisis and the means to adapt quickly.
Seeing that Han Lingbao was about to fall to his death, the torn left wing was finally repaired into a small wing. The two wings flapped. The difference in power between the larger right and smaller left caused Han Lingbao to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He rolled a few times. Although his posture was awkward, he was still in good shape. Life was saved.
Did you save it
not necessarily!
Wu Chan stepped forward and slashed with his sword.
Han Lingbao rolled to his feet, raised his right wing, and shot out ten spiritual swords.
He must not let Wu Chan get closer. Seeing Wu Chan dodge his long sword, his entire right wing slashed towards Wu Chan like a huge death scythe.
Wu Chan dodged to the side, and the "giant scythe" slashed into the ground, then lifted up and slashed horizontally.
Wu Chan blocked the vertical sword, and the sickle blade composed of countless long swords collided with the long fang sword, making Wu Chan feel as if he was blocking the swords of hundreds of people at the same time. Even though he was protected by a sharp gold curse, the shock still made his arms numb.
Han Lingbao said: "Why are you so aggressive? I don't want to kill you."
After a while, the left wing would return to normal, and he didn't believe Wu Chan could knock him out of the air a second time.
He controlled the giant wings to flap continuously. Although they were as sharp as sickles, their trajectories were like whips. They were not only fast, but also varied.
Wu Chan didn't want to say another word to him.
Nothing you say now can save Shen Jin's life.
What he had to do was to kill this person to avenge Shen Jin.
Han Lingbao had the advantage of distance, and Wu Chanruo retreated to look for an opportunity to advance, so he used his left wing to throw out the small ectoplasm sword. If Wu Chan was approaching, he would swing his right wing to attack. Wu Chan was not injured yet, but he suffered the pain of this land. The earth is covered with long cracks, like a piece of butter ravaged by a hot knife.
Wu Zen could completely withstand a slashing blow, rush into the attack distance at the cost of injury, and trade his life for his life. But he currently couldn't tell how many more tricks Han Lingbao had hidden.
Therefore, he must change his style of play.
Han Lingbao is not the only one who can shoot flying swords.
Wu Chan's flying knife can also hurt people from a hundred steps away.
The four fanged flying knives passed through the gap between the incoming spiritual swords and approached Han Lingbao's face.
Han Lingbao's eyes tightened and he folded his left wing like a shield to protect his face.
The four flying knives were stuck on the ectoplasmic body and could not penetrate.
It's not that it's not sharp enough, it's that it's too small.
Then, a "big flying knife" came one after another.
Han Lingbao spun around to avoid its sharp edge, and the long fang knife passed by him and was inserted diagonally into the ground behind him.
Um
In this case, wouldn't Wu Chan have no weapons
wrong.
Where are the Wuchan people? !
later!
Han Lingbao turned around.
I saw fire dancing in the woods, Wu Chan slowly walked out, holding the spear that just knocked Han Lingbao out of the air in his right hand.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that the tip of the gun was too long, almost like a sword.
Han Lingbao couldn't help but ask: "What's the name of this gun?"
Wu Chan didn't answer, he bent down and lowered himself, the barrel of the gun was stretched between his arms, and the tip of the gun hung to the ground.
The sense of crisis was like countless small electric flowers exploding on Han Lingbao's skin.
He struck preemptively and swung his right wing, like a giant scythe, slashing vertically from top to bottom.
At the same time, Wu Chan kicked the ground with his right foot, pushed the gun and rushed out.
The jet-black spear tip rubbed the air, roared like a beast, and collided with the giant wings of the ectoplasm.
One gun, one hundred swords.
The sword breaks!
Han Lingbao couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes, but the spear had already been pushed straight at him and passed through his shoulder, and a severed arm spun around and flew into the sky.
Wu Chan turned around and fired a second shot to end Han Lingbao's life.
But a giant ectoplasmic long sword blocked the spear point.
Han Lingbao's left wing disappeared.
All the ectoplasmic long swords condensed into this giant long sword in his hand.
The severe pain of his broken arm made him sweat profusely and his veins popped out.
"You forced me!"
All the remaining ectoplasm swords on the right wing were shot at Wu Chan. Wu Chan blocked with his gun, and then he heard a "dang" sound, and a silver injection gun fell to the ground.
Han Lingbao was half kneeling on the ground, holding his broken arm in his left hand and aligning it with his right shoulder.
The torn arm actually grew back.
Han Lingbao stood up. The veins on his neck were as thick as a small snake. The wings on his back disappeared completely and turned into a giant long sword in his left and right hands.
"I will kill you."
He slashed with his right hand, and a sword energy visible to the naked eye cut through the ground and slashed towards Wu Zen!