MTL - Evil Dragon Against The Heaven-Chapter 1197 The Sixth National War

Chapter 1197 The Controversy of the States (6)

Ling Jie’s accomplishments in the sword are no less than his brother Ling Yun. The rumors on the speed of the sword are far beyond the reach of Lingyun. The high speed of the sword speed and the sword meaning, let him make a move beyond the limits of humanity, with the grass and sword in his hand, in the millennium, in the eyes of anyone can not believe, the perfect block of the red one hit.

The shock that must be obtained is blocked, and the unprepared person is replaced by the red war ghost. When the attack is blocked, there will be a short-term stagnation, and this "short time" is for Ling Jie. It is completely enough.

Before the game, the Red God of War and he said that once locked by Ling Jie's attack, there would be no struggling power. In the next second, he fully realized the meaning of this sentence.

"Star - Soul - Shock!"

A low-pitched voice rang in the ears of the red-colored war ghosts in the hair. He saw a gorgeous sword shadow swaying through his eyes... This sword is not fast, but it contains a rather overbearing atmosphere. His breathing is stagnant. At the speed of the red war ghost, this speed of attack can not hit him, but the mistakes of the block will be blocked, and the gas field pressure attached to this sword will make his body involuntarily recline. I can't mobilize my body to escape for a while, I can only watch my body in the middle of the grasshopper sword...

"Well, I think Xiaojie has won." After Murong Qiu Shui finished, he was too lazy to look at it and began to play his nails boringly. Everyone in the Heavenly Mercenary Mercenary Group knows that as long as Ling Jie’s star soul is shaken, unless it is a metamorphosis like evil days, it is already dead. After the star soul shock, it will be a storm-like pursuit - the flow of water!

puff! !

Obviously, he was hit by a sword. The red-colored war ghosts felt that his body seemed to be hit by a big mountain. The majestic force spread to his whole body, and his body showed a large angle of recitation...

In an instant, Ling Jie rushed to his front, body, a strange breath stirred up...

"Star Spirit Extreme Skills - Really Flowing Water!!"

With a low cry, Ling Jie’s sword fell on the red war ghost.

-8900,-9200,-8699,-8854,-8620!

This is a basic skill of Ling Jie, "Star Soul Remains". The five damage figures brought down the life of the red war ghosts, and this "Star Soul Shadow" is just the beginning, people still Didn't see his action, he was three consecutive damage figures appearing on the head of the red war ghost. The fierce sword strike made the body of the red war ghosts retreat. Ling Jie's body was in the shadows, his body. In the fast shifting posture, the sword in the hand is like a disappearing dance under the rapid dance, only to see the afterimage of the traceless traces... and the head of the red war ghost, the constant number of damages .

One strike, two strikes, three strikes, four strikes, five strikes... ten strikes... twenty strikes............

"Star soul shadow!"

"Star Soul Shadow!"

"Phantom sword dance!"

"Star Spirit Remnant Moon Sword!"

"Sharp storm!"

"The moment of the stars!"

"叱影剑!"

"Broken without a trace!"

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"Thirty-one strikes, thirty-two strikes, thirty-three strikes... forty strikes... forty-five strikes... fifty strikes... sixty strikes........."

As early as Ling Jie's third skill shot, the life of the red war ghost has been emptied, but under the intensive storm-like attack, his body can not fall down in the back. In front of him, Ling Jie’s body is shaking, jumping, spinning, and tumbling. The grasshopper sword is so fast in his hands that even the shadow can’t be seen. The body of the red war ghost is dead, but the damage figure is still dancing. And, rising... shaking the nerves and eyeballs of all the players who watched this scene.

This is the soul of the summer of China. In the beginning of the army, the star soul sword saint of the Emperor Dongpu was killed! ?

This is the legend, the Star Soul Juggernaut was revealed at the beginning, and was called the most perverted attack technique by the Chinese players! ?

How can there be such a terrible attack technique! Such an attack, once locked, the world, who can resist! ? Don't say that a red war ghost is ten. Under such an attack, it must be all killed.

At this time, the "flowing water" is no longer the flowing water that Lingjie used at the Huaxia Magic Wu Conference, but the more powerful "flowing water". With the increase of the sword skills he has learned, the number of attacks that can be added by the clouds and waters can be added. It has also increased. At present, the lucky flow of water has been fully implemented, and it has been able to complete a total of 73 consecutive smashes!

With the player's life ability, I can resist a piece of God's mysterious thing, and I will not die, but how many people in the world?

Therefore, once the ordinary player has lost the star spirit of Ling Jie, and no one else interrupts it, he has already been doomed to failure and death.

Countless players are staring at Ling Jie’s gorgeous and incredible attack. One person’s eyes wide open and his mouth open, which is undoubtedly a strong visual shock and spiritual shock for them. Once witnessed the extreme horror of the members of the summer soul of China, perhaps this shocking attack, they can see that the second time, it is difficult for a second person to hit.

"Flowing clouds!"

Twelve swords and shadows were continuously shot in less than three seconds, all cut off on the red war ghosts, and also brought up twelve blush damage figures. Under this last glimpse, Ling Jay’s attack finally stopped, and the action of keeping the sword stopped at there. The body that had died in the red war ghosts finally got rid of it. After a few steps back, he fell heavily on the ground...

The attack stopped, countless players around the world, and many world-class players present in the game were still in a state of stunned, and it was difficult to return to God for a long time. Ling Jie took the sword and looked at the red-colored war ghosts that fell to the ground. This was the world-class power he had looked up to, and he had a smile on his face. This overwhelming victory allowed the world to remember his name and let him gain the confidence that belongs to him... Looking at this person who was easily defeated by him, he knew that he was nervous and embarrassed before the game. How ridiculous it is. The left-handed army said that there is nothing wrong with them. Their ability has quietly reached a height that ordinary players can't reach without their own knowing. They don't have to tabe on any opponent. In the First World War, the red-colored war ghosts of the Russian State, but this is true!

Now, he is qualified to stand on this highest level, accepting the cheers and looks up from players all over the world.

"Hey...Russian theater players ‘Blood Shadow’ died, the Chinese theater player ‘桀影星魂’ won, the Chinese Theater won +1. The current victory: Huaxia Country – Russia: 2-0.”

After the silence, the Huazhong area once again rang a loud voice. Compared with the first game, the battle between Lingjie and the Red War Ghosts ended faster and the win was more thorough. The whole process was more exciting and pleasing. Suddenly changing rules and the first opponent is the Russian state to let the Chinese players become full of confidence, but in the two games, the shackles in their hearts have been swept away. Zuo Broken Army and Ling Jie used their strength to prove to the world that their power has long been enough to disdain the world. Even if the opponent is Russia, they can easily win.

"Hey, boy, doing a good job... You kid, you can already have seventy-three shackles. What time is this?" With Ling Jie, who just stepped down, Stuart said with a wink.

"Hey, I just realized it not long ago." Ling Jie was embarrassed to touch his head, and then said to the left-wing army: "Large brother, you said that everything is correct, probably because we are too underestimating ourselves. Although they are very powerful, I can't feel the pressure at all, but can easily win... In the next game, the dream sister should... No, it must win, even if the opponent is a red **** of war."

"Of course, I dare to gamble with you for a dime!"

Ling Jie: "..."

The third game will be Meng Yuyi, the first master of the Russian Olympics... No one in the world knows, the red war **** who has the strongest attack ability among all players in the world - blood butcher!

Compared with the warmth and excitement of Huaxia, Russia is a completely opposite scene, and it is a dead end.

The face of Red God of War has completely darkened. The first two games were defeated, the second defeat was still the red war ghosts, and both games were fiasco. If they were defeated in the hands of evil days, they could accept them if they were defeated, but the other side, evil Tiangen had not yet shot. The strength of the soul of the soul, far beyond their expectations.

"That kid... is too powerful!" said the red-colored warrior, and although he was resentful, he had to admit that his opponent was so strong that his roots could not resist. In that case, he could block his raid after stealth, and with this alone, he could not beat him.

"Boss, can only see you. If you lose again, we have no hope at all." Red war ghosts looked up. Losing two games in a row has been a huge blow to them. If the strongest of them, and the spiritual support of countless Russian players, are also defeated, there is really no hope. In this group battle of the countries, they were destined to end in the first round of the game.

"That woman...oh!"

This time, the Red God of War did not say "inevitable will not lose", in the face of the failure of the first two games and the strength of the opponent, his self-confidence has not been hit hard.

"Oh... the first game of the first game of the world of fate is about to begin in the first game. Please enter the 3rd participating players."

"Yu, go."

The dream feathers have been closed and the eyes are open, emitting a beautiful dawn. She gently nods and twists her body. It has already appeared on the arena. Her face is covered with black crepe, and she seems to have never changed her tight black. Clothing, full of enchanting curves.

When she appeared, she made the world quiet.