The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Basically, as soon as Wang Yue's sword left the wound on Dong Zhuo's body, the cut flesh and blood in that area healed automatically.

It was as if what he cut with his sword was not flesh and blood, but river water.

It really is a terrifying and perverted self-healing power!

Rao was as strong as Wang Yue, but he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking in amazement at the monster whose head and body had been cut open, the next moment it was unscathed, retracted his arm, and stayed where he was.

"Attack his head! The recovery effect of Dong Zhuo's totem ability is too perverted!" Seeing that Wang Yue was in trouble, Gao Zhi immediately supported him.

head?

Wang Yue understood, and the long sword in his hand came out again.

The reason why he didn't hit Dong Zhuo's head before was because he believed that the head is the most flexible place where a person's instinct to avoid and react is the fastest, while the chest area is the largest, and the abdomen is where a person's center of gravity is, which is the most difficult Dodge, easy to hit parts.

And he is confident that with his lethality, no matter if he hits anywhere between the chest and abdomen, the opponent will lose his fighting power.

But now, Dong Zhuo's abnormality made him withdraw his thoughts instantly.

Taking a breath, Wang Yue suddenly leaned over and took a step. With this big step, he bowed forward and arrowed backwards. One step directly crossed the space of nearly three meters, and directly stepped in front of Dong Zhuo.

At the same time, the sword light filled the sky like stars in the night, covering all the vision in front of Dong Zhuo.

Dots of sword light filled the entire void, one point of cold light remained, and two points of cold light reappeared. The cold light images caused by these sword lights have a trend of increasing over time!

Gao Zhi, who was watching the battle for Wang Yue, saw it and was secretly surprised. He found that he still underestimated Wang Yue, a master of swordsmanship.

With Wang Yue's current sword speed, it even exceeds Gao Zhi's hand speed.

Even compared to Gao Zhi in the state of buoyant qi gang, he is not much inferior to attacking from one direction alone!

Even Dong Zhuo, who was still confident on the opposite side just now, seemed to be caught by his light for a while, and had no power to fight back. He could only keep swaying his body protection energy in front of his head to temporarily avoid the edge.

'铮 铮 —— —— —' The fight between the two is Mars.

Every time Dong Zhuo took a step back, an ink-colored light curtain was formed in front of him, and this ink-colored light curtain was immediately pierced by countless sword shadows, until the next light curtain was formed silently.

For a while, the two sides fought to a stalemate.

However, with the passage of time, Wang Yue, who was the attacker, actually took it seriously in the heart of the Vietnam War, and became more and more moved.

Dong Zhuo in front of him, relying on his "rough skin and thick flesh", used his fleshy body to form a copper wall and an iron wall.

This is not an adjective, but a real wall-like defense!

No matter how Wang Yue racked his brains, he stabbed upwards, downwards, left and right, and continued to stab. The sword in his hand was blessed with an abnormally sharp Qi Gang, which was powerful enough to cut iron and steel, but he still couldn't break through the opponent's defense!

Even if Dong Zhuo's flesh and blood were cut off, this pervert could still recover quickly, while Wang Yue's physical strength was gradually depleted.

The turning point, the misfortune, also follow!

The sound of crisp metal clashing suddenly resounded.

"Zheng, zheng" made two consecutive sounds, which made Wang Yue's eyes widen subconsciously.

The wave of sword light that was standing on the wall just now collapsed in an instant, and the flowing sword light disintegrated like a tide. The high-speed overflowing sword light seemed to affect even the air.

The air began to twist and fluctuate visible to the naked eye, just like the light that can be seen occasionally in the air at high temperature, and sometimes produces light distortion.

It is also like clear pool water suddenly becoming turbulent due to some object stirred under the water.

Dong Zhuo was holding the tip of a sword with one hand, clamping the long sword that Wang Yue had cut across.

Dong Zhuo grinned at Wang Yue's astonished face.

It wasn't that his hands were faster than the long sword, but that he could see the subtle movements of the opponent's fingers and the direction the long sword pointed.

At Dong Zhuo's level, the perception is very sharp. Where the sword is sharply pointed, the body of the person being sensed will have a stress induction.

He just blocked the palm of his hand along the center line of the sword's edge at the first moment when Wang Yue swung his sword, and the opponent's long sword would naturally fly over and hit his interception.

Of course, this method seems simple, but it is actually quite difficult, otherwise Wang Yue would not be so shocked.

You know, the key to the swordsmanship he just performed lies in the wrist. Through the rapid shaking of the wrist, the blade of the long sword in his hand will be driven to tremble, and among them, the master can use this trembling of the sword body to produce instantaneous continuous thrusts. effect.

What's especially frightening about this kind of swordsmanship is that once you fall into the rhythm of being attacked continuously, no matter how you parry, you will speed up the opponent's sword speed, and all the opponent needs to pay is a slight flick of the wrist.

However, even so, after Dong Zhuo activated his own talent totem, relying on brutal and coercive methods, he forcibly broke Wang Yue's trick!

Of course, he didn't pay the slightest price.

Accompanied by the deep sound of the sword piercing flesh and blood, countless sword shadows disappeared, replaced by countless sprays of blood.

Then, the blood on Dong Zhuo's hand began to ooze out, converging into a red stream on the back of his hand, flowing down and dripping to the ground.

Slowly raising his fist, a viscous black mist gushed out from his body, his elbow was slightly bent, rapidly accumulating energy for the next blow.

Dong Zhuo's body was approaching in an instant, and Wang Yue, who had just had time to draw his sword back to defend.

Wang Yue's wrist fell, and the tip of the sword rebounded. The long front in his hand drew a circular arc with the rebound force, centered on his wrist, and with the rebound force of the sword-hand strike, it swirled downwards and cut towards Dong Zhuo's. waist.

Dong Zhuo's eyes were full of fierceness, he did not dodge or dodge, he continued to move forward, and stretched out his hands.

But Wang Yue's sword edge was still too late to withdraw from the outside!

At this unbearable moment, Wang Yue let out a 'hiss', and let out a breath like a giant python's breath, his waist was forcibly sunken by two inches, the sword in his hand sank rapidly, and at the same time, he let go of one hand and held the sword in one hand , Use the lower end of the lower end of the hilt to block Dong Zhuo's probing hand.

At the same time, Wang Yue took advantage of Dong Zhuo's power to hit the hilt of his own sword, using the palm of his right hand as the fulcrum of the lever, and lightly stroked the sword towards Dong Zhuo's neck.

The two of them fought each other for only a moment, and they reached the point of life and death several times.

530 Nine Spears and Swords Dual Wielding

"drink!"

Wang Yue's whole body was full of momentum, his wrist was like shaking a machine, outputting crazily.

The long sword in his hand turned into a wind and produced countless afterimages, chopping, slashing, stabbing, slashing and wiping.

Surrounding Dong Zhuo, Wang Yue continued to attack. In order to suppress the abnormal recovery ability, Wang Yue's feet moved with the inertia of the long sword, and at the same time, he transformed the remaining power of the swing in his hand into the next slash. hit force.

"Puff blah blah..."

Wang Yue's long sword continuously draws a snow-white streak, from top to bottom, straight down.

"Roar!"

Dong Zhuo's body was filled with black energy, he stretched his hands forward, grabbed the long sword that was stabbing at him, and gently pushed the blade away with his thumb, a cold light came into his eyes, the slender sword was densely covered with layers of forged lines, forming naturally A beautiful pattern.