It was so casual, so easy. Shen Zhenhai could only resist the arrow when it shot out.
It’s not that his footwork can be seen through, but as if he can predict the future, his opponent can completely see through what he does next.
If you look closely, Zhang Xiaojiang looks particularly like one person at this time, Wang Meng.
boom
Shen Zhenhai counterattacked, and just as he was about to release the sword energy from his newly-taken sword, another arrow struck, a quick attack arrow.
Wave
The sword energy cannot be released!
Complete suppression, the most incredible Zhang Xiaojiang’s free will, as if he were a master instructing his disciples.
Shen Zhenhai was pressed so hard that he could vomit blood.
Three minutes on the court, three years of work off the court.
If the eye of truth is a talent, this is the most solid basic skill.
How can I practice to achieve this?
This is not something that can be done over and over again. There are many such hard practitioners among monks, but it is useless. You have to integrate into it.
In the demon spirit space, repetition is useless. To be effective, it must be effective, even if you die, it must be effective.
With his eyes closed, Zhang Xiaojiang became more and more casual. The arrow in his hand was so fast that only its shadow could be seen, while Shen Zhenhai was tumbling up and down like a puppet.
The arrow stops and the wind stops.
The fighting arena was quiet. Shen Zhenhai’s body was withered and his chest was torn into two words.
——Temple
If he kills him, Shen Zhenhai will lose a hundred lives.
The fat man stood there, as majestic as the God of Arrow.
No matter how big your body shape is, it’s just a cloud. Who says fat people can’t become archers?
Shen Zhenhai cried. He burst into tears for some reason and collapsed.
For a person who is good at insight and analysis, when he is beaten like this, every arrow will wander around the gate of hell, and his will can no longer hold on.
Death is such a terrible thing. A few people can transcend it. They may be able to withstand it once or twice. If the number of rounds is too many, they will go crazy.
This kind of strength is called collapse.
Those who just looked down upon fat people obviously wanted to slap themselves in the mouth.
Who are the people in the temple? What’s going on? Each one is more terrifying than the other. What did they go through to become like this? ? ?
People saw the faint smiles on the faces of the people in the church, which looked like smiles but were not.
That is confidence, that is the calmness after going through mountains of swords and seas of fire.
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Half of the four hundred and ninety-seven strong church members
In such a difficult place, Wang Meng and the others are not the only ones who will encounter it, many people will encounter it, but some people fail, some give up, some escape, and some are rel