Fu Chou''s heart really moved. He never thought that Wucheng was so meticulous that he didn''t miss a little opportunity to create advantages. It''s incredible. Now he knows why Wucheng is like a ghost, because living people can''t reach his delicacy.


    Three meters, enough to deliver a fatal blow.


    The idea of Fu Chou just got up. Wu Cheng''s Sabre had been killed quickly. Fu Chou could only hold a ring to block it, but Wu Cheng took action when he robbed. Fu Chou was in a hurry to meet him, steady and urgent. The result can be imagined.


    Clatter.


    The two weapons hit each other and made a huge dull noise.


    It''s like thunder.


    After that, Fu Chou even slipped four or five meters, while Wu Cheng also retreated four or five steps, and Duan Xin nodded secretly. Fu Chou was a bit of a Taoist. He rushed to attack and had such strength, which was also his best match.


    Fu Chou''s eyes showed a trace of ridicule, twisted his neck and walked back, saying: "you have such a knife at a young age. You''re good, boy, but although we have a love for talent, if you continue to be persistent..."


    Wu Cheng said, "I''m used to it."


    Duan''s heart beat and said, "Oh, uncle, if you want to vomit blood, you don''t have to bear it. Don''t be afraid of losing face in front of us."


    Fu Chou''s eyes were fierce and rushed to Duan Xin in an instant. His clothes were pulled back by the momentum and made a rustle. His lethal ring marked a shining track in the air, just like the sickle of death. The combination of heart and knife made Fu Chou''s state climb to the peak rapidly.


    Fu Chou''s feet didn''t seem to exert much force, but his momentum was strengthened step by step under the mysterious body method. Wu Cheng felt that he was four meters away. When he was four meters away from Duan Xin, Fu Chou''s strength would reach the peak. When this move was taken, he was bound to move forward.


    You can''t let him succeed!


    As soon as Wu Cheng tightened his hand holding the knife, the whole man shot and greeted him.


    Fu Chou can only abandon Duan Xin and attack Wu.


    Clatter.


    The two weapons intersected again, and Fu Chou slipped back for several meters. Both feet made two deep marks on the bluestone ground, while Wu Cheng fell out after three or four consecutive somersaults. It seemed that he had just been stung by a scorpion. He was very embarrassed and didn''t even stand firm on the ground. This attack seemed that Wu Cheng fell at a great disadvantage.


    However, Fu Chou would never think so.


    In fact, his heart was shocked again. He was really hard steel. Wu Cheng had eight layers of strength, and Wu Cheng probably only suffered three layers of damage. It seemed that he was embarrassed, but it skillfully offset his skills. This boy is not old. How can he have such old fighting experience? There seems to be a spirit that won''t be capped?


    While thinking in his heart, Fu Chou pressed down the blood surging in his stomach with a perseverance that ordinary people can''t reach, and then he stared at Wucheng.


    Up to now, both sides have peeped out each other''s strength.


    Fu Chou needed some time to adjust, so he said, "tell me, who is your master?"


    In order not to be doubted, he also assumed that he suddenly remembered some reclusive guy.


    Wu Cheng walked up and said, "I don''t have a master."


    Duan Xin snorted coldly, lifted up his pants and said, "Hey, rotten beard, do you want to chat and relax yourself? I told you, if you want to vomit blood, it doesn''t matter. We respect the old and love the young and don''t laugh at you. "


    Fu Chou''s heart was so sudden that a burst of embarrassment came to his head. He wanted to kick Duan Xin into outer space.


    Not only does it hit the point, it affects the fighting mood more than nagging!


    But Fu Chou knew that he couldn''t clean up Duan Xin after Wu Cheng, so he accelerated to adjust his breath, but at this time, Wu Cheng had jumped up.


    The sword surged in his hand.


    Even more powerful than before, Fu Chou''s face changed. He felt the invincible momentum of Wucheng, as if it was a dead corner to dodge in any direction. At this moment, the confusion controlled by others made him domineering. He jumped up in the air, waved weapons and greeted each other violently.


    Clatter.


    This time, Fu Chou fell back to the corner of the wall. There was not a high wall behind him. He was afraid that he would fall over. When he looked at Wucheng again, Wen Si didn''t move.


    How is that possible? I hit with all my strength. No one in the world can catch it, but is this boy so steady?


    Just when Fu Chou was a little surprised, as soon as the angle of view turned, Duan Xin showed his head from behind Wucheng, and his hand was pressing on Wucheng''s back.


    At this time, Fu Chou felt that he had been teased.


    Like a monkey.


    Duan Xin stretched out his other hand and counted loudly: "one, two, three..."


    When he counted to five, Fu Chou could no longer control it, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.


    Duan Xin laughed and said, "spitting blood is so energetic that it deserves to be the embodiment of Modong. I admire it."


    "However, not satisfied? Come and call again! "


    Fu Chou said, "three minutes"


    Duan Xin nodded and said with a smile, "yes, your Majesty''s Avatar was beaten and vomited blood. It takes three minutes to relieve it. I think it''s OK. Don''t take three minutes. I''ll go there to eat a bowl of noodles and come back. Do you think it''s ok?"


    With that, he seemed to really turn around and go.


    In three minutes, Fu Chou can restore six or seven levels of skill. However, he really can''t stand Duan Xin. He has lived half his life and has been respected and held high. Fu Chou controls believers with the "divine position". He gradually feels that he is close to God, at least in stability, temperament and self-restraint. However, he has been completely defeated by Duan Xin today.


    His anger was hard to contain. In less than a minute, he stepped on the wall and rushed back.


    Looking at the ferocious Fu Chou, Duan Xin raised his mouth and said to Wu Cheng, "you left me right!"


    Wu took a lunge and said, "I''m in front of you and behind you!"


    In his anger, Fu Chou reacted a little slowly and thought about their position. He was more angry. However, he didn''t care how the two fought. At this time, Fu Chou showed up as if there were shadows all over the sky, sharp as if he were separated, and completely went to Wucheng cover.


    Wu Cheng''s Sabre technique is not as fancy as his, but it''s fast. Sometimes, it may be faster than death.


    With the continuous sound of Jin Ming, Wu Cheng parries the ring shadows one by one.


    The constantly changing body reached the peak of body method braking. Fu Chou gave birth to the illusion that he could not defeat Wucheng. Just when he was a little decadent, Wucheng suddenly flashed back.


    Then, close the knife and turn around.


    As soon as he left, Fu Chou''s eyes suddenly opened up.


    However, the spacious space lasted only half a second. He was slightly surprised to see that Duan heart disease flashed. The cold saber was shooting at his heart. The speed was incredible. It was absolutely too late to avoid. As soon as he clenched his teeth, his body tilted slightly and slammed forward.


    Fight with this boy.