After death, a person's soul will undergo drastic changes, especially his personality, as if he is a different person. otbnkotgt The fat man carried two short weapons and walked carelessly towards the armor.
He swung his sword across his helmet and rushed over quickly.
The Qing Dao is very easy to use, but it is not suitable for particularly close combat.
In contrast, if Fatty can get close to it, he will most likely destroy the armor with one strike.
But there is a reason why the armor chooses to do this.
He obviously felt the change in the fat man's aura and sensed something that he wanted to deal with quickly.
The two sides bumped into each other as expected.
The other side raised his hand and struck out with a knife.
The blade swung directly towards the fat man's neck.
The fat man had a human soul but he didn't have the bronze skin and iron bones like a god.
He turned his head to avoid the knife, but saw that the opponent's blade immediately changed again and sliced the fat man's shoulder diagonally.
The fat man touched the opponent's Qingdao with a triangular thorn, and only heard a soft "clang" sound.
The strength of the two sides was evenly matched, and neither one could do anything to the other.
They separated and stood on their own.
Judging from the current situation, both sides should have similar abilities, but if this is the case, the person who loses in this battle will most likely be the fat man.
Although the time of the divine beating after the fat man invites the soul to come up is obviously longer, and he can even speak, there is still a limit.
Beyond this limit, the divine attack will naturally disappear.
The opponent's and Fatty's practical routines are actually similar.
But the opponent was in armor, and even though Fatty's three-edged thorn stabbed the opponent to the core, it still couldn't kill him.
But on the other hand, if the opponent takes action with a clear sword, ordinary weapons can't do anything to Fatty, but this clear sword must be extraordinary, and it is likely to be cursed.
If he stabbed the fat man, he might be killed directly.
If the battle continues to be so stalemate and drags on, the consequences will be very detrimental to us.
I somewhat regret letting Fatty play.
Fatty is suitable for any kind of duel with immediate results and a quick decision.
But there is no regret in the world.
I can only hope that Fatty will find an opportunity and decide the outcome with one blow.
Fatty and Armor came to a stalemate.
After a brief exchange, both sides began to watch calmly, but a move by Armor caused Fatty to react unexpectedly.
Armor actually inserted the Qingdao in his hand into the ground, then grinned and sneered: "Haha" The voice was very soft, and it was difficult to hear clearly from my angle, but the fat man seemed to hear it very clearly, his face changed slightly, and he shouted: "Are you mocking me?
You put down your sword to mock me because you feel that you can't win." "?"
A duel between two warriors.
In the duel between two strong men, one party actually put down his weapon.
This scene was really unexpected.
Armor spread out his hands, his provocative attitude already obvious.
The fat man clenched his fists.
His face was red, and he was obviously extremely angry.
"Fat man, don't fall into the trap, he did it on purpose."
I shouted, but at this time, the fat man's body was not only him, but also a human soul, and a famous human soul.
How could he swallow his breath after being so provoked by the other party?
, and immediately had the urge to explode.
The origin of the human soul in Fatty's body has always been a mystery.
But I know that he invited more than one soul.
These human souls are all warriors who once dominated the world and fought for hegemony.
Each of them is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and they are full of murderous aura and violence.
"You are seeking death."
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The fat man raised the Tushan knife and shouted, then he went towards the armor and killed him.
Act impulsively.
A blow penetrated the chest of the armor, and the Tushan knife pierced the armor and came out from the back of the armor.
"Haha" the weird laughter from the armor came out again.
After a closer look, he found that the pierced armor was actually not serious.
It looked at the fat man.
One hand grabbed the fat man's arm, and the other hand held it empty.
The Qingdao that was stuck on the ground immediately flew into its hand, and then the Qingdao was raised high.
I immediately shouted: "Be careful, fat man, retreat quickly" But at this moment, the fat man could not retreat.
His arm caught by the armor struggled desperately, but to no avail.
The Qing knife pierced the fat man's arm hard, and something like ants penetrated into the fat man's body.
The fat man screamed immediately "Fat man" I wanted to step in and save people, but as soon as I moved, I was blocked by the master of Tiantong Pavilion.
He looked at me and said: "There are rules in gambling.
You can't break in casually, otherwise it's not Instead of gambling, they fight."
I clenched my fists.
Looking at the fat man who was stabbed, he shouted in his heart: "Why do you care so much?
Get out of the way."
But this time it was not the Master of Tiantong Pavilion who stopped me, but Fatty.
He covered the wound and turned back to me and shouted: "I'm fine, I can't die.
Don't break in, I will definitely kill it."
The old man Lingqun behind the armor sneered: "You are just talking big words, but don't you know that your current situation is already very dangerous?"
"What do you mean?"
I asked.
"Your brother was stabbed by our Ling family's divine guard, and has been hit by our Ling family's unique spell.
If the curse is not broken, the spell will spread all over his body, and he will eventually die in pain."
After hearing what he said, I immediately thought of those black ant-like things I just saw, which had indeed crawled into the fat man's body.
"What do you want" "It was you who proposed the gambling fight.
It was you who agreed to my request.
There are rules in gambling, regardless of life or death.
The winner will live and the loser will die.
If you don't want anything to happen to your brother, just admit defeat and I will consider it.
Spare him a life."
The spirit group indeed made this request.
I looked at the fat man and gritted my teeth and was about to speak when the fat man suddenly shouted: "Don't fucking surrender on my behalf."
I paused and saw that he gradually straightened up.
The bleeding on his body had stopped, but the spell had penetrated into his body, and the pain caused by the spell would continue to increase and eventually devour his life.
"Fat man" "Brother Cui."
The brothers were all worried about him, but he waved his hands and shouted: "I can't die.
Besides, even if I want to surrender, the guy in my body won't want to surrender.
This fight has just started.
I will surrender anyway."
It makes sense.
Just watch.
When I tear this armor apart, destroying it will be equivalent to destroying the source of the spell, and you can still break the spell."
"That's easy to say.
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I'm afraid it will hurt you to death even if you move now."
Lingqun said disdainfully.
"Haha" the fat man sneered again and again, a cloud of gray mist floated out from behind, and gradually transformed into the shape of a person, standing behind him.
"I'm not here alone, brother.
He looks down on us so much.
Should we teach him a lesson?"
The fat man whispered to himself, not talking to me, but to the gray human-shaped mist beside him. .
"I can still bear the pain.
Come in, let's tear this rotten armor apart."
The fat man shouted, and the gray human-shaped mist penetrated into his body again, and a strong wind blew up from the ground.
A terrible aura swept through the entire venue.
The fat man's aura changed again, and this time the aura he released became even more terrifying, like a lion waking up from a deep sleep, hungry and ready to kill.
As if he had a premonition of something, Armor raised his sword and swung his sword towards the fat man.
The fat man held short weapons in both hands and exchanged more than ten attacks and defenses, but he was not at a disadvantage.
But I was worried that the fat man was under a spell after all.
It could be seen from the beads of sweat that continued to appear on his forehead and his pale face that he was barely holding himself up to fight.
"Can I hold on?"
This thought kept popping up in my mind.
"Bang" Tu Shan's sword was blocked by the armor, and then the fat man pierced the armor's head with a three-edged thorn.
After the armor was hit, it gave out that terrible sneer again, while the spirit group sneered: "No Have a long memory.
Our divine guards of the Ling family will not be harmed by this."
"Hey" However, the uninjured armor pierced the fat man's shoulder with a knife, and more spells flowed into the fat man's body.
It could even be seen with the naked eye that the fat man's arms turned completely black.
"Fat man" "Brother Cui" We shouted, and the armored guard succeeded in taking the Qingdao back with one strike, but at this moment, the Qingdao was clamped by the fat man's arm muscles and could not be pulled out.
"Have you fought enough?
Is it time for me to change next?"
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