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Chapter 80

"Clang!" Nangong Yue used the back of her long sword to hold the long sword that followed, held the long sword in her other hand, and slashed at the man's right arm.

The emerald green sword grew vines, entangling Nangong Yue's sword, punching Nangong Yue's waist with his left hand.

"Puff!" Nangong Yue's long sword was the first to pass through the man's right arm, chopping down his right arm at the same root. Nangong Yue swung the long sword held in his right hand and threw the right arm on the wall beside him.

"Roar!" The man whose right arm was cut off let out a roar like a beast. His left arm hit Nangong Yue's lower abdomen. Nangong Yue only felt that his entire internal organ had been beaten and his entire head was roaring.

"Puff!" Nangong Yue spewed out a mouthful of blood, and was bombarded on the wall next to her like a bullet.

"Nangong Yue! Are you okay?" Nangong Ling helped Nangong Yue up and asked.

"I can't die yet, at least I'm blocking it right." Nangong Yue said, "My knife can cut off his spear, but it can't cut off his armor. However, the material of its knife must be better than that of the armor, so the problem must be on my knife. Maybe the material of his armor is special."

"Next, it's time for us to fight back. Please help me watch the flying knife thrower." Nangong Yue ordered, and rushed up again with one sword and one sword.

"Clang!" Nangong Yue flew away a flying knife flying towards him, and appeared behind the man who had one arm missing like a ghost, and the long sword cut off his other arm.

"Roar!" The man roared again. He didn't dare to fight with Nangong Yue anymore. He also knew he was afraid. All he had relied on before was Nangong Yue who could not break his armor.

"Swoosh swish!" Three flying swords flew over Nangong Yue's head, but they could not shoot Nangong Yue. They were hit by small stones in the air and changed direction. Nangong Ling practiced the fallen leaves sword technique, and her sword technique was like the wind. Her spiritual power even controlled Feng Weiwei to adjust the flight trajectory of the small stone so that she could hit the flying sword every time.

"It's over!" Nangong Yue raised the long sword above her head and was about to end the life of the person in front of her. The man's eyes flashed with fear, but more of anger. He wanted to resist, but in the next second, Nangong Yue cut off his head.

"The next one is you!" Nangong Yue pointed at the person above her head.

"Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!" Pieces of armor fell from her body and her figure leaked out. Only then could Nangong Yue be sure that this was a woman. Her figure was like a cat, jumping off from Nangong Yue's head, like a black shadow.

"Brush!" Nangong Yue's long sword drew a bloodline in the air. The woman's body was cut in half in the air. After her first half of her body fell to the ground, she did not die immediately. She crawled towards the man who was beheaded by Nangong Yue little by little.

The man had no vitality at all. The armor covering his whole body had completely disappeared. He was very strong, and a heroic spirit appeared on his face, but his behavior was completely like a wild beast. This woman's wisdom was obviously much higher than that of that man. She held the man in her arms and stared at Nangong Yue angrily, and soon she lost her vitality.

"Puo! Puo! Puo!" The third pillar began to glow, as if something was about to rush out. Nangong Yue naturally would not let the people in the pillar rush out, but when he came to the front of the pillar, he could not cut it down.
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