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Chapter 87 [Two in One] There is a killing sword in the grass(3/3)

Boom!

The spacecraft exploded directly into pieces and smashed into the pile of dead people at the foot of the mountain.

Among the dead, the three flying rat girls crawled out with difficulty, covered in blood, their tight protective clothing was torn apart, and their face was burnt.

Even so, he still crawled out with his sword.

A man with a black sword in his body, also covered in blood and unrecognizable face suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, standing on the top of the slope where the dead were piled up like a god of death.

"So, that man sent only three women and a boat?"

The three flying rat girls looked at the ten thousand characters in a daze, and their eyes burst out with anger and closed their eyes at the same time.

Three-phase resonance sword path!

The three men were shaped like badgers and rabbits, and suddenly turned over and stacked like a spiral drill bit, causing a violent hurricane, and rushed straight to the man who was stabbing in the black sword.

On the man, three black swords inserted upside down stretched out like black lightning in an instant.

Just one meter away, he instantly pierced the abdomen of the three flying rat girls.

Blood flowed into the man's body along the black sword, moistening the black sword.

The blood on his body has never been of his own...

"No sword move is meaningless before absolute power and speed."

But things were slightly beyond his expectations.

"This is a missile that can penetrate this planet. I wanted to blow you to ashes."

"This ordinary modified ship cannot be so strong, and you are not that strong either."

"Sure, something went wrong!"

Black Jing can't figure it out...

The moment he exploded just now, he vaguely noticed a trace of extremely thin sword energy.

Protected the people in the spacecraft.

Not from three flying squirrels!

Sudden!

A cursive Chinese character appeared in his mind.

He turned his head instinctively.

He saw a complete wreckage of a spacecraft bow that was one meter wide.

Above is a complete ink-sculpture script—

Ten thousand.

The pen tip is thick and cracked, the brushwork is crazy, without any beauty, but it exudes awesome sword energy...

It seems to be from a bundle of grass dipped ink.
Chapter completed!
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