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Chapter 850 The clown jumping the beam, An dare to hurt me, Mr. Chen?(1/2)

Whoosh swish swish swish...

Howling all over the sky, raining pear blossoms.

Although Chen Dong's expression was turbulent and violent in his eyes.

In an instant, he kicked the bamboo in front of him and flew away with the force. At the same time, the warrior's short sword in his hand waved the afterimage, as if a vain shadow shield was formed in front of him, blocking all the darts.

Dangdangdangdang...

Sparks burst into pieces, surrounding Chen Dong.

In the blink of an eye.

The heavy rain of pear blossoms flying all over the sky were blocked by Chen Dong.

It's just that without waiting for Chen Dong to stabilize his body.

A figure appeared in front of him.

It's Iga Feiliu!

"Please go to death!"

With a wild beast-like shout, Iga Feiliu raised the long samurai sword, wrapped in a terrifying murderous intent that was as powerful as a prison, and slashed at Chen Dong head on his head.

"Break it for me!"

Chen Dong's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he directly shook the warrior's short sword in his hand.

There was a clang explosion.

Chen Dong and Iga Feiliu retreated at the same time.

But before Chen Dong could stabilize his body, the other two Supreme Ninjas had already approached.

The offensive of mountains and tsunamis is higher and higher than the other.

Iga Feiliu and the other two wanted to kill Chen Dong in a short moment with this violent and crushing attack.

As for the guards who came, they didn't take them seriously.

As long as you kill Chen Dong in a very short time, the mission will be completed.

After that, the three of them wanted to escape, which was so easy!

If a ninja cannot even achieve the realm of hidden art, it will not be worthy of being ninja!

The best proof was that the three of them could have taken eighteen Zhongnin to hide outside the Zhulin courtyard for so long.

Dangdangdangdang...

Facing the sword techniques of the two men like storms, Chen Dong looked cold and his eyes were filled with hostility.

His right hand was like a dragon, holding a warrior's short sword, swinging it out quickly to resist.

Sparks burst out, with the shape of a fire tree and silver flower.

However, every powerful and heavy slashing force passed along the warrior's short sword to his hands made Chen Dong feel bitter.

The tiger's mouth, holding the knife, had long been broken, blood spilled, and even a sense of numbness swept across the entire right hand.

But he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't even dare to keep his energy at all.

The two great masters of the sword techniques are fatal and go straight to the vital point.

Even a single knife is enough to make him return!

During the fierce battle, Chen Dong looked at the two figures that were quickly approaching in the distance.

It was not a long distance at the beginning, but at this time, facing the desperate attack of the two Upper Ninjas, it was as far away as the Milky Way.

Is this... the real strength of the Shanginin?

Chen Dong was a little scared when he faced the two Shangren.

When facing Iga Feijia, Iga Feijia initially looked down upon it. It was not until the situation deteriorated that he put away all his thoughts and made every effort to figure out his sword.

When facing Iga Feiliu just now, Iga Feiliu was determined to use him as a whetstone, so it did not cause any fatal moves.

During the two battles, Chen Dong's experience of Shangren's strength was not truly profound.

But now, facing the killing of the two Shangren, the vast and fierce attacks of the great mountain and the fierce fire made Chen Dong truly experience the horror of Shangren!

Dangdang!

Two attacks.

Chen Dong blocked the two Utennis's killing again.

But he was also staggering and lost his balance.

Just as the two Ultimate were blocked, the sound of wind suddenly roared in the gap between them.

A long warrior sword directly penetrated into the gap between the two, like a mad dragon coming out of the cave, and stabbed Chen Dong directly.

not good!

Chen Dong's expression changed drastically.

In his sight, Iga Feiru's cold and solemn face revealed.

In the flash of lightning, dodging is no longer possible.

Chen Dong gritted his teeth hard, and his expression suddenly reached its peak.

clang!

A knife sounded.

The warrior's short sword, with the tip of the knife facing down, and penetrated hard in front of him.

clang!

The tip of Iga Feiliu's long sword stabbed on the surface of the short sword instantly. The terrifying force directly pressed the short sword and hit Chen Dong's abdomen with a "bang".

"Kill!"

Iga Feiliu did not pause at all, but instead rushed up. The long sword in his hand suddenly turned the direction. The blade rubbed against the surface of the short sword, causing a large spark, and directly cut it across to Chen Dong's abdomen.

Puff!

A cluster of blood sprayed.

Iga Feiliu had already walked behind Chen Dong, holding the samurai sword in his right hand, maintaining a killing posture.

But Chen Dong stood there.

pain!

Severe pain!

The severe pain in his abdomen instantly enveloped his whole body.

His pupils tightened to the extreme, and he looked down at the hot blood in his abdomen.

In the flash of lightning just now, he only thought of resisting Iga Feiliu and stabbing him head-on.

But he didn't expect that Iga Feiru could instantly change the stab to cross-cut...

If the warrior's short sword was not erected on the abdomen, it would serve as a buffering and resisting effect.

This knife is... the intestine is broken!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Two swords sounded again in his ears, stinging his eardrums.

Chen Dong looked up suddenly, and in his sight, the samurai swords in the hands of the two Uenini were emitting a frightening cold light, like a thrilling light.

And behind.

At the same time, the sound of Iga Feiliu's sword sounded.

The ultimate kill!

The three great emperors blocked all the retreat routes of Chen Dong, and attacked three at the same time.

Even Chen Dong's terrifying combat instinct seemed to have crashed in his mind at this moment, and he was at a loss.

This moment.

Time seems to be slow to release.

Death approaches, as if the sky is overturned and collapsed.

Chen Dong stood in despair, holding the warrior's short sword in his right hand, but he was motionless...

However.

Whoosh!

At the critical moment.
To be continued...
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