Chapter 3 chapter 2

hum. hum. hum. The surrounding night wind slowly stopped flowing. Slowly, piecemeal. hum. hum. hum. No trivial strange sound. In this world, there are many ridiculous "big tricks". Those big and inappropriate big tricks, whether they are prepared too much or brewed for too long, will give the enemy a chance to seize the opportunity to attack. In real combat, no enemy will give you enough time to knock him down .But the momentum of the beautiful woman's unhurried turning of her arms made everything around her suffocate, not to mention attacking while taking advantage of the gap, it was very difficult to even take a step forward.

The old man became nervous in a rare way, as if he had a difficult fishbone stuck in his throat. The violent murderous aura came in like this, disturbing his mind. monster. The old man shook the paper fan lightly, revealing a flaw. a sinking. The beautiful woman stepped into the "field" without any fear, and her unique moves that had never been fought before were about to create legends this night. The moonlight faded away. A heavy and fierce fissure opened the reef bank, reaching the sea behind the thousand troops of Kimaru. The waves broke, and a large turtle that was diving under the sea raised its head and was blasted in two.

It wasn't until more than ten meters away that the waves subsided, quelling the thunderclap. On the beach, the old and the young were out of breath. "Albus, what did you say was the name of the move just now?" The old man, he is definitely a thousand soldiers. "The enemy... the enemy is thousands of miles." Only Albus has this unique skill. "Good name." Kibamaru Sengun looked at the broken paper fan. Almost, I have to find a novice to pick it up. If Albus were to practice this stunt a few more times, would he still be able to dodge it? Kibamaru Qianjun recalled the close confrontation just now.

In the split second, I poured my whole life's skill into swinging my fan, avoiding the big trick, and swiftly slashed at Albus's back with a claw... It's rare, Kibamaru Qianjun feels that he has also gained a lot. Albus glyphs lay under the dim starlight, only able to speak. "Master, can you teach me your field?" Albus's neck was sore and numb.Unsuspectingly, the cervical spine was caught in the tiger's claws of Kibamaru Qianjun, and if he wanted to stand up safely, he had to lie down obediently for at least two hours. "Can't." "what?"

"If you are stronger than the old man, how should the old man deal with his face?" "Ha ha." "Hahahahahaha..." In fact, that "field" has been taught to Albus in countless actual battles. It's just that when Albus understood this truth, he was already alone, standing in front of thousands of troops.