Legend Of Lightning Warriors II: The Eye of the Gods
Cold-Bloody Swordsman
The night is getting late. The wind gushed softly spreading the fishy smell of blood. Foliage wagging.
The two famous figures were still looking at each other. It was as if the two were measuring up to where the opponent's abilities they would be facing right now were.
The leader seemed a little hesitant. For from the very beginning of the collision he knew that this woman before him had more strength than he.
The old man tried to muster up as much courage as possible. He is a famous figure in his country. Especially an elder.
Giving up before a fight is a cowardly act. Moreover, he already knew, even if he did such a lowly thing, the woman before him would still not forgive.
"See attack ..." Suddenly Ye Xia Zhu snapped loudly again.
He attacked back with his heirloom sword. The wind felt very sharp. His sword was in front of the leader.
But that man also could not be underestimated. As fast as lightning his sword deflected. This time, the two did not stop. They immediately launched a follow-up attack that was no less formidable.
On the other hand, the five girls facing off against San Ong also felt the same way as the others. The strength of the white ape demon was far beyond their expectations.
It just so happened that a few days ago, they did not have time to watch the battle of San Ong while in the house of the noble Zhu. That's why tonight they're scared to death.
The fight has gone on as many as dozens of moves. But their situation remains unchanged. Always in a cornered position and getting cornered.
Though the five girls knew, that the hard demon had yet to fully unleash power. It looks like he's playing around. They feel very anxious, but what power, the body does not arrive.
"If you don't know how to attack properly, now look! I'll show you how" San Ong shouted.
He slid forward while launching two long-range punches.
Not to mention missing the first punch, another kick immediately charged towards the five girls. The power contained within it was truly terrifying.
In just the blink of an eye, the five girls were again in a great desperate position.
Rain blows have been waged. He let out a voice that could make the ears hurt. High curls blaring.
Five shots were launched in a short period of time. Four kicks flashed rapidly.
Five girls survived, but not for long. Because they immediately suffered another attack.
San Ong strangled two girls until he died. Blood spilled from his mouth.
Three of his colleagues felt nauseous. They want to vomit, but they can't. His fear and hunger are higher than his nausea.
"Now it's your turn. I'll give you a comfortable death" he snapped.
He attacked back. The power of the punch increased by several times. The three girls had already expended all of his abilities. Honey, they can't go any further.
Their strength was only a stage one God Swordsman. It is very different compared to San Ong.
Several times they launched attacks, they could no longer protect themselves.
All three dead brought a feeling of dread. Every mouth and ear gives off endless fresh blood.
San Ong then switched to watching another fight.
If someone else were to kill, perhaps they would provide a light path of death for a woman.
Unfortunately San Ong did not do that. Man or woman, if they deserve to die, then he will do as he pleases. There is no compassion. Especially interested in having his face.
Because he's not a human being. He's just a demon.
The human-shaped demon exterminator.
Ong San was not far by his side. His brother is the same, he's having an exciting fight.
The two Swordsmen of the Gods had already fought it out. Their entire strength had been expended to the highest possible extent.
Unfortunately unable to deliver a meaningful attack. Except for a small scratch or blow. Besides, it feels like they can't anymore.
He roared loudly. His huge fist immediately smashed forward. Followed later by his leg kick. The two limbs attacked alternately.
The two Swordsmen of the Gods could not last much longer. They lunged forward with guns in hand. The hope is certainly to be able to kill the demon.
Unfortunately, their calculations are less precise.
Not yet had both the weapon and the manager hit the target, suddenly the ape demon disappeared.
Then suddenly he was behind her. Ong San took away the weapons they used. Then he stabbed each of his owners.
Gun eat sir.
It was never a dream that they would die at the end of their own weapons.
Chen Li fought even more seriously. The opponent he faced this time was quite decent as well as it turned out. It seems like he already has quite a lot of fighting experience.
So that every attack or dodge movement is done very nimble.
They had already exchanged a number of fifties moves. Both are equally astonished. One felt astonished because the opponent could always dodge. While the other one was astonished because there was a boy like him.
Chen Li smiled coldly.
The Cloud Sword unleashed a bluish glow.
"Rain Storm in the Middle of the Night …"
"Grush …"
The sword attack this time was far different from all his subsequent attacks. He used another style that had been learned from a book owned by his father.
His attack rested on the moving speed. Every prick and stroke he did exactly. The right timing and the right calculation.
"Blow Up Flute Attracts Sukma …"
Beautiful tones in the air. His shrill voice rang out to a place quite far away. Chen Li took out the fifth skill from the Life-Attraction Booklet for the first time.
Fortunately succeeded. Although it was not perfect, it was at least enough to turn things around.
The sound of the flute is increasingly echoing in space. The warrior god was hypnotized. He seemed to feel his success being pulled by an invisible inner strength.
His sword movement slowed down. Cold sweat began to puncture the bone because the flute was getting more and more painful. He's getting tired.
"City …"
His sword bounced up to stick in the trunk of a tree.
His body shook violently. The Cloud Sword belonging to the boy had already pierced in his throat.
Blood is pouring. His mouth also spits blood.
She'sdead. But it did not show any expression of pain.
Because before he really died, his tribe had come out first.
Chen Li drew his sword expressionlessly. Only a cold face was visible. Cold as hell.
He looks different than the others.
But he was also a boy who would bear a heavy burden. All the burdens of mankind will be on his shoulders.
Chen Li was a cold and mysterious boy who was fighting.
He is a swordsman. More precisely cold-blooded warriors.