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Chapter 47: I can't bear the power of the quick sword to follow up!(2/2)

The cold and charming woman suddenly stopped her companion and said coldly, "Be careful!"

She suddenly closed her eyes and started sensing.

After a moment, she frowned, her eyes suddenly opened, and said, "He's the only one, let's go!"

She directly accelerated her speed and quickly rushed towards a wing of the ruined temple.

The swordsman beside him immediately followed.

"Get out!"

The cold and charming woman slapped it with her palm, and with a click, the wooden door fell apart, and her body rushed past.

But the moment she smashed the wooden door into pieces.

Dozens of poisonous needles quickly attacked the two of them in the shape of scattered flowers, densely packed together.

The swordsman reacted very quickly. Almost as soon as these poisonous needles appeared, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed and turned into a strange light curtain, airtight, sending all the poisonous needles flying.

However, as soon as these poisonous needles were blown away, seven or eight bags of lime powder quickly fell out.

At the same time, Yang Fang's body turned into a shadow, as if integrated with the surrounding darkness, completely lifeless, and he quickly attacked the swordsman with the shadowless sword.

At this moment, the Shadowless Sword and the Shadow Body Technique cooperated so perfectly that no one could see the slightest trace.

The swordsman's expression changed, and he realized that the shadow was coming. He covered his eyes with one hand to prevent the lime powder from entering his eyes. The other hand used a profound swordsmanship to quickly strike at the shadow in front of him.

In an instant, he pointed directly at the seven or eight vital points of the shadow.

But unfortunately, all his attacks penetrated directly through the shadow.

Completely useless!

It was like it was stabbed in the air.

"not good!"

The swordsman was startled, and then felt a stinging pain in his neck. The blood in his body could no longer bear it, and it spurted wildly along his neck, along with all the strength in his body.

The swordsman was horrified.

When did I get hit by the sword?

What a fast swordsmanship!

Plop!

His body fell backwards and fell directly on his back, with blood pouring out like rain.

A steady stream of water poured out from his neck, like a small fountain.
Chapter completed!
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