Both bullets seemed to have only a few ripples.

Luo Tuo's silk is still moving.

With a compassionate look on his face, he smiled and watched Chen Yidao's sword approaching at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, he was shrouded in sword light.

There is energy sweeping over.

There were countless ordinary soldiers around him who were closer to him and were directly overturned.

Dust is everywhere.

Gravels are flying.

But after the dust and smoke, Luo Tuo was still standing there.

The sword light that Chen Yidao just now only made his Vajra swell, but it failed to shatter it.

Luo Tuo had only one sword in his eyes, and said, "The pseudo-extreme realm... is rare, rare. The sword master Chen Daozhu, haha, the famous scholar is no less than the vain..."

He should have sensed the movement in the house, but he didn't seem to care, and just walked towards Chen Yidao step by step.

Everyone around was shocked by the momentum of the two fighting just now, and even the sound of gunfire suddenly disappeared quietly at this moment.

"drink!"

Chen Yidao had two balls of fire in his eyes, and two thick eyebrows were furrowed together. He did not answer, but another knife was slashed out.

This knife is even more important than the previous one.

However, he still failed to defeat Luo Dun.

Luo Tuoru turned to the old monk in the west, and walked forward step by step, saying again: "A dry sword technique is better than a knife. I just don't know how many knife master can do?"

"drink!"

Chen Yidao still didn't answer, and he drank again, and another knife was another knife.

One knife is stronger than another.

This knife made it impossible for him to have a complete blue brick on the ground in front of him.

Even the worshipers of Tingchao Mansion had to retreat a little further away to avoid the edge.

But Luo Tuo was getting closer to him.

This almost evil old monk seemed to be invincible by holding the Vajra cover. At least in the world where there is no space for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!