Rise From Doomsday Chapter 545: , bamboo sword

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Liu Wei'an turned his head, and was different from the sneaky masked man in black who was under the influence. This was a thin middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life and decadent expression. His eyes seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years in a snow-capped mountain that had been frozen for thousands of years. There is no trace of temperature.

"Are you the head here?" The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and low, as if passing from the coffin, extremely dull.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an's muscles were tight. For some reason, the person in front of him felt terrible.

"Someone asked me to kill you." The middle-aged man's footsteps were gentle and steady. He was clearly hundreds of meters away. After a few steps, the man had already said before his eyes.

Yang Wujiang was the closest, and he didn't say a word, but he blasted out a punch. The fist pierced through the air, creating a circle of ripples, spreading out, but the power on the fist was condensing at an astonishing speed.

Yang Wujiang is not as powerful as an elephant, or even as powerful as King of Li, but his fist is extremely explosive, and one point of power can produce a very explosive power. The distance of three meters came in an instant.

Yang Wujiang's eyes shrank suddenly, his fist clearly hit the middle-aged man, and for some reason it became the tip of a sword. It was a bamboo arrow, yellow bamboo, randomly cut, patina smooth and smooth, showing The owner's love for bamboo swords.

The bamboo sword's unremarkable sword, lightly tapped on his fist, and Yang Wujiang suddenly felt his strength like a punctured balloon, and instantly vented.

Standing behind Yang Wujiang, everyone only saw Yang Wujiang spin out like an electric shock. After landing, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was sallow, and he couldn't stand up.

Huang Guofu and Yang Wujiang have a good relationship. A pole is knocked at the middle-aged. The pole is a kind of stick, but Huang Guofu uses the power of a whip, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

Ding!

Huang Guofu didn’t see when the middle-aged bamboo sword appeared. When he saw the bamboo sword, the tip of the sword had collided with the pole. A terrible force came. Huang Guofu was struck by lightning and violent. After stepping back three meters, his face suddenly became pale and clear, and finally he couldn't hold back, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everyone was shocked. The two masters suffered serious injuries without a single move. What is the background of this middle-aged man?

"Stop!"

Yi Fengjiu and Er Lengzi attacked the middle-aged man from left to right. Yi Fengjiu's giant knife is like half a door, and it is unmatched. Er Lengzi is a strength-type warrior. A mace falls with only a mighty force.

Almost at the same time, Lynx, that's not right, it should be called Tiger in the Mountain now, Fu Jiang, You Mengshou, Zeng Huaicai and others came from all directions. Liu Wei'an raised the bow in his hand and thought for a while, not sure, and replaced it with a platinum bow.

Peng, Peng.

The bamboo sword was tapped twice, understatement. Yi Fengjiu exhausted all his strength and couldn't stagger the tip of the sword. The Ershu on the other side was the opposite, wishing to collide with the tip of the sword, the result

The two retreated like an electric shock. Yi Fengjiu was a little better, but he vomited blood. Er Lengzi's arms broke, and the mace flew out dozens of meters.

Er Lengzi's eyes were straight, and he couldn't believe that two bamboo swords that were not wide enough to possess such terrifying power.

"Go away"

The elephant stepped forward and blasted out with a punch. It was also empty-handed. Yang Wujiang's attack focused on one point, like a bullet, while the elephant wanted a rock, destroying everything with the momentum of thunder.

A strong wind blows on the flat ground, flying sand and rocks, but can't blow the clothes of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man responds to all changes in the same way. It is still a plain sword, without a huge momentum, without a bright light, and every trace of the bamboo sword can be seen clearly.

The fist touches the bamboo sword, and time seems to have stopped at this moment. The next moment, the bamboo sword bends slightly, lasting for a short time, and it straightens again in an instant.

The elephant uttered a painful roar, and his arm broke from his fist. The whole arm was broken. Like a stone shot by a catapult, the person flew out more than 30 meters, hit the ground heavily, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Li Wang and the metal man rushed up, even the middle-aged man’s clothes were touched and flew out. The Tiger in the Mountain and Zeng Huaicai rushed up, and in a blink of an eye, they flung out at a faster speed than they had come.

Bai Xiaodong, Che Zengkang, Nine Dragons... How fast they rushed up, and how fast they came back, only You Mengshou and Fu Jiangduo insisted on a few tricks.

Sweat came out of Liu Wei’an’s forehead and ran down his cheeks. He had never encountered such a situation. The middle-aged man was standing in front of him, but he couldn’t lock it in, and he couldn’t even aim. Naturally there is no way to attack, You Mengshou and Fu Jiang desperately gave him a chance, but he never found the time to open the bow.

His eyes opened to the limit, almost protruding from their sockets, still afraid to open the bow.

Fu Jiang vomited blood and retreated violently.

Liu Wei'an clenched his teeth hard, he should be too nervous, his gums were bleeding, and he planned to shoot out desperately several times, but finally held back.

Like a sniper, an archer has a sixth sense that surpasses ordinary people. He has a strong hunch that if he shoots this arrow, he will miss the target 100%, even his clothes.

You Mengshou's second-generation weapon made of new materials was split into two pieces by a bamboo sword, and the bamboo sword was lightly twitched on You Mengshou's shoulder. You Mengshou kicked and kicked, retreating more than ten steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground, teeth clenching, a trace of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, maintaining this posture, he recovered for five or six minutes.

Nothing blocked him. The middle-aged man was exposed to Liu Wei'an without any reservation. Liu Wei'an encountered the most terrible thing since he chose an archer.

He couldn't lock the middle-aged person. If he could still use his own person as an excuse to save himself a little face, then now the last fig leaf is torn.

The chill in Liu Wei'an's heart is beyond words. The target is right in front of him, but he can't shoot arrows. At a distance of five meters, he can just play the power of a bow and arrow, but

He can't do it.

The intense feeling of powerlessness made Liu Wei'an almost vomit blood.

The middle-aged man did not have as much emotion as Qin Xu. The bamboo sword stabbed Liu Wei'an at will. In the process, the middle-aged man’s expression remained unchanged and he was very cold.

"Keep people under the sword"

Two sword lights blasted from a distance, and the bamboo sword was blocked when the daughter shot, it turned out to be two slender long swords. The middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and the bamboo sword turned into a wave. It easily passed through the two long swords and stab Liu Wei'an unswervingly.