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"Do you really think you can beat me?" Wu You ignored the wounds on his body and continued to attack, as if he had been specially trained. The intensive stabbings hit like raindrops, almost impossible to defend. Moreover, due to the similar sword skills, nothing happened. There seems to be a trend of more warfare and courage.

Although Xiaozhufeng can mirror the combat experience together, the mirroring effect is not real-time, but static. The Wuyou he mirrored was only a sneak attack on his own Wuyou ten seconds ago. The problem is that Wuyou has grown in actual combat, and , The growth rate is not slow.

"This is the shortcoming of your skills?" Wuyou realized that the opponent in front of him has gradually been unable to keep up with his own thinking. He quickly understood the problem. "Static, not dynamic, if I once again'understand it while fighting with you." "Some skills you can't learn."

Xiao Zuanfeng gritted his teeth, he had to admit this, even though all aspects of his body were exactly the same, but his soul was still himself, and his potential came from himself. His appearance has provided Wuyou with a well-matched opponent. There is no doubt that when he fights against opponents of the same level, he often gains the most. What's more, Wuyou does not need to worry about losing, because even if he is dead, he is planning to do it. middle.

"Will this trick?" Wuyou held the pointer sword in both hands, lowered his body, and rushed towards the small drill wind.

No, you will lose sooner or later if this goes on, the delay is almost the same, there is no point in killing the black in front of you, you must kill both of them together, you have to take advantage of this.

Xiao Zuanfeng's eyes dazzled, no longer avoiding it, but instead rushed up front, facing the Maimang with a pinpoint.

Wuyou saw Xiao Zufeng's behavior and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He had already expected that after a simple change of move, he chose to jump high, and the pointer sword in his hand also turned into a reverse grip. As the body fell, he inserted the pointer sword into Xiao Zuanfeng's shoulder, and Xiao Zuanfeng could only leave two insignificant wounds on his legs.

The little drill wind was pressed on the ground by the gravitational force, and the pointer sword with both hands dropped and fell to the side, making a ding sound.

Wu You sat on Xiao Zuanfeng and used his body's strength to suppress the latter. He raised his right hand and was about to kill him, but a series of violent exercises affected the wound on his chest, making him almost breathless. , Causing the eyes to go dark, and the movement also sluggish. Although he still moved smoothly after a short stay, he failed to stab the latter’s neck. Instead, it stabbed the smooth mirror surface, leaving a slight trace. Scratches.

After avoiding the attack, Xiao Zuanfeng raised his legs and hit his knees on his back. Then, he held back the severe pain in his shoulders, stretched out his hands, and squeezed his neck.

The pointer sword of Wuyou's hands also fell on the ground. He grabbed Xiao Zuanfeng's hand with both hands and tried, but found that he couldn't pull it apart, and after Xiao Zuanfeng might turn over, he decisively chose to roll and leave Xiao Zufeng's side. After a simple roll, he grabbed the pointer sword closest to him, got up and stabbed forward.

After Xiao Zuanfeng left Wuyou, he also chose the same tactic, grabbing the nearest pointer sword around him and stab Wuyou.

The worst cold weapon is better than bare hands.

The two are like mirror images, almost making the same movements, holding the same weapons, and stabs at the same target. Two identical hands passed in parallel, sending the deadly weapon to the fragile part. The pointer sword passed through the throat, and the black tip of the sword pierced the back of the neck with blood, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The two vomited blood at the same time.

For a while, blood splashed, staining the nearby mirrors blood red.

Xiao Zuanfeng released his right hand and fell to the ground. The **** ground below reflects his current appearance. Although only part of it can be seen, the situation that even the five senses is difficult to distinguish is already tragic enough.

Wuyou looked at the little wind falling to the ground with a smile in his eyes, as if the victory already belonged to him. Then, he firmly squeezed his right hand and tried to withdraw the pointer sword, but after shaking his body twice, he fell. Fell to the ground.

Bang!

The two fell to the ground one after the other, smashing the nearest mirror, the mirror cracked, only the fragments on the edge bounced far away, and most of the fragments were crushed under the two of them.

The **** movie gave the actors a stronger body, but it still belongs to the category of human beings. Without the intervention of other forces, piercing the neck is equivalent to paying a deposit to the **** of death, and his life may be taken away at any time. Maybe a few seconds later, maybe ten seconds later.

Mirror ghost, mirror ghost!

Xiao Zuanfeng yelled in his heart, he knew that he didn't need to yell out, he could also summon the ghost in the mirror. Before going into a coma, he felt his right foot grabbed by a cold hand, but there was a warm current coming from this hand. No matter how complicated the mirror city is, even if the worlds in the mirror can be nested with each other, it is still the world in the mirror anyway, so the little diamond wind can use part of the power of the mirror ghost, the power that has been traded.

He is now using the life force previously stored in the mirror ghost, and the life force passed over now can heal some injuries. Although it cannot keep him intact, it has been able to temporarily maintain this life.

After he was able to breathe smoothly, he switched to the skill of nothing, and switched to the skill of Immortal Wine. In an instant, a blue yo-yo appeared in his hand, which was a skill that could turn back time. Then, he wiggled his finger. Let the blue yo-yo fall on the mirror and roll outward.

The blue yo-yo passed through the two people, through the surrounding mirrors, through everything, and then began to reverse.

Time flowed back again to the moment when the two raised their swords and stabbed each other ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then began to flow again.

"You fellow!" Wu You knew why he had awakened. In the same situation, his choice was the same. The pointer sword in his hand pierced the small drill wind without hesitation again.

Xiao Zuanfeng also made the same choice. This scene happened again, the same wound, the same fall, and the mirror also broke. There is only one difference, that is, time has been reversed. This is a signal, a signal for Qiancangyi.

The money warehouse temporarily hiding in the crack did not interrupt the time reversal. He knew nothing, even if he knew that he was going to die, he would never use this skill, because one person must die. The situation is the same after facing Pu'er.

Then, there is only one person who can use this skill, and that is the small drill. Qian Cangyi didn't know Xiao Zuanfeng's specific plan, but since he chose to inform in this way, it definitely meant that he should do it.

As soon as Qian Cang stood up holding the mirror, his body shook slightly. Now his body is still very weak. After a second of rest, he walked out of the gap between the mirror and walked towards the position of the small drill wind.