Global Catastrophe, Doomsday Gods

After the formal exchange, Luo Xingyu insisted on asking Wei Xuan to compete in martial arts.

Wei Xuan was also a little moved, so he agreed.

Luo Xingyu is good at wielding two swords, both of which are long swords, which is very rare.

In previous battles, Wei Xuan had seen with his own eyes that Luo Xingyu's martial arts was not showy, but had extremely strong battlefield killing capabilities.

I don’t know how she, a girl, could practice such martial arts.

Therefore, when choosing to confront Luo Xingyu, Wei Xuan did not dare to be careless. Instead, he was extremely cautious, drew out the Daoxuan sword, and stood ready.

"Which one do you think is more powerful among them, your sister or that little Taoist priest?"

Liu Ziming leaned against the wall, very coquettishly holding a rose, sniffing it there, and at the same time asked Wu Dapeng, who was looking around excitedly.

"It should be Master Dao. Although my cousin is powerful, she is a woman after all. It may be difficult for her to defeat Master Dao without using supernatural powers!"

Wu Dapeng did not help his relatives, but told the truth based on his own judgment.

But Liu Ziming nodded Luo Xingyu with a rose, with a foxy smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Your sister is a violent maniac, and you actually think that gender can be used as a basis for judgment? How about we make a bet? What do you think?"

Wu Dapeng was so frightened by his smile that he had goosebumps all over his body. He shuddered and said, "You stay away from me. If you want me to bring Huazi back for you, just say so!"

"It's not that I want it. The main reason is that our Zhifeng likes to smoke and he is embarrassed. I have to help him, right?"

Liu Ziming held the rose in front of him, showing a shy look.

Wu Dapeng mentally mourned for Mao Zhifeng for three seconds, and then looked at the battlefield intently.

Luo Xingyu was not the kind of person who liked to be forbearing and patient. When he saw Wei Xuan was ready, he swung his swords horizontally and vertically before attacking Wei Xuan.

Even though he had seen Luo Xingyu's sword skills before, it was only when he faced him that Wei Xuan truly realized how powerful it was.

The double swords were like violent waves. Once they launched an attack, they would roll in, one after another, and the pressure would become stronger and stronger.

Facing this kind of sword technique, Wei Xuan felt like he was facing thousands of troops alone, with majestic pressure rushing towards him.

Wei Xuan knew that Luo Xingyu's sword skills had developed a unique momentum!

This almost legendary thing should not appear in reality at all. Without going to the battlefield for ten years, it would be difficult to develop such a magical thing, which can only be understood but cannot be described.

Luo Xingyu is so young, only twenty-six or seventeen years old at most, but he waves his hands like the Yangtze River with a majestic and unparalleled momentum. It is absolutely impossible for her to practice this on her own.

No matter how talented she is, she can't achieve this kind of achievement!

The only possibility is that after awakening her supernatural powers, she benefited from the assistance of the supernatural powers, and she had been fighting zombies for a long time, and she had accumulated this momentum invisibly.

Now even if the power is not used, it will be emitted unintentionally when using the double swords.

Wei Xuan held the sword in one hand and did not face Luo Xingyu head-on. Instead, he used his body skills and the lightness of the sword to launch a counterattack every time when the front wave disappeared and the back wave was born.

Luo Xingyu has extremely rich combat experience. The two swords are like rolling clouds, rolling in and out one after another. He never forgets to defend when attacking, and never forgets to attack when defending. The two long swords are like horses flying across the sky, rolling in and rolling away.

Although Luo Xingyu could deal with Wei Xuan's feminine attack in time, this fighting method made her extremely uncomfortable.

On his side, he was opening and closing, with a posture of sweeping across three thousand miles, but Wei Xuan on the opposite side was not arrogant or impetuous. He was like a small boat sailing on the top of the waves. It seemed that he was experiencing rough waves, but in fact he was always safe and sound. From time to time, he poked a pole into the stormy waves.

"Can you fight well? What's the use of just learning these women's tricks!"

Luo Xingyu was depressed, slashed with both hands, and after knocking Wei Xuan back, he couldn't help but yell angrily.

Wei Xuan shook the trembling sword, looked at Luo Xingyu's dissatisfied attitude, couldn't help but smile, and said, "Okay!"

Then he took the initiative to launch an attack.

He was obviously holding a sword in his hand, but Wei Xuan was forced to use it like a sword.

Wei Xuan had never learned sword skills before. He had recently learned this set of sword skills from Yang Zhen in the cave.

Yang Zhen is an instructor of the special forces. He is most proficient in the assassination fighting technique in the army, which is simple and efficient in that one blow is fatal.

But this kind of strategy is fine when dealing with humans, but it's useless when used against zombies.

Therefore, when Yang Zhen dealt with zombies, he mostly used a set of sword techniques.

It is said that it is an old tradition of their army. When conditions were difficult back then, they relied on the sword team to fight the Japanese, so this set of sword skills has been passed down in the army.

Wei Xuan saw that this sword technique was simple and practical, so he followed it and learned it.

Now against Luo Xingyu, Wei Xuan used this sword technique.

After all, a sword is a sword, not as thick as a knife.

But in Wei Xuan's hands, this mysterious sword was like a ghost-headed sword, with great power every time he swung it.

Luo Xingyu's hands were numb from the shock, but he was extremely excited. He waved his swords and fought Wei Xuan again.

If it were really just about sword skills, Wei Xuan would definitely not be as good as Luo Xingyu.

But Wei Xuan also has his own advantages. His physical fitness is much better than Luo Xingyu's, and his strength is even more amazing.

With his physical advantage, which was enough to make up for the gap in swordsmanship, Wei Xuan was able to fight Luo Xingyu vigorously.

"Tsk, tsk, your sister has really met her opponent this time. I didn't expect that this little Taoist priest, looking so lean, is so capable. People really want to touch his chest muscles!"

Liu Ziming raised the rose in front of him, pressed the petals with his lips, and said with infinite spring.

Wu Dapeng didn't dare to answer, and moved to the side very consciously.

In the battlefield, Luo Xingyu's physical strength and strength were still not as good as Wei Xuan's. After a series of fierce confrontations, he was already beyond his capabilities.

When Wei Xuan saw that her aura was starting to become disordered, he wanted to give in, but Luo Xingyu seemed unwilling to do so. Could it be that this was the first time he had fought so heartily against such an opponent, and he still wanted to continue? fighting.

Wei Xuan was afraid that he might hurt her if he continued to attack violently, so he changed his sword technique to sword technique.

The sword moved lightly, and the tip of the sword was raised. When Luo Xingyu's right hand was forced to defend, his left hand took the opportunity to grab her right wrist, and then the sword blocked it. After blocking the opponent's attack, Luo Xingyu was suddenly pressed against the back. on the wall, trying to take the opportunity to end the battle. .

But who would have thought that this wall had been damaged by war for a long time and was in tatters. After being bumped so lightly by the two of them, they fell backwards without using any force at all.

Wei Xuan didn't expect this situation to happen, and instinctively wanted to pull Luo Xingyu up. However, Luo Xingyu didn't know what he was thinking, and thought the battle wasn't over yet, so he pulled Wei Xuan hard. The knee of his right leg touched Wei Xuan's inner thigh, and he took the opportunity to complete the body turn.

The softest part of the inner thigh suffered a heavy blow, and the soreness was indescribable. Wei Xuan couldn't use any strength, so he could only pull together with Luo Xingyu and fall to the ground.

Immediately, Wei Xuan felt a bump on his face, as well as a moist and hot feeling.