A pain in his right foot

bombardment, where the mountains before him, and immediately collapsed, gravel flying, the dark blue color light flash, machete from inside, crazy flying. At the same time, an idea of ​​God, came over from the machetes. Dissipation of the left arm sleeve, a wound in the arm on top. In this way, the whole Lanmang flashing, Wang Lin each disappeared, their place in, they immediately burst of fragmentation, the collapse of a space. That machete like crazy in general, the wearer, chasing dismay. Wang Lin flash under the outside in Barry. He appeared, immediately to the side away, I saw a gap dimension, in its curved body side on mouth slowly opened. Wang Lin Shu Zhang has not moved, but see Lanmang flash, disappeared from his place before the Teleport, a surge he could feel the wind, the way all the material, peaks, and the earth. All crashes, even the way a few times in Lanmang element cracks, but also all of collapse. Seeing this, Wang Lin suddenly scalp tingling, apart from anything else Teleport and walk again, this time. A pain in his right foot, the blood emerged. In addition to coming out after ten, Wang Lin, touch right foot right hand immediately, and wound Shoulong, the blood stopped. His comparison, the speed of these two magic almost equal, but obviously, this machete attack more, after all, what is acupuncture, may not be dead, but if swept away by the machete, very may be beheaded. There was another crash. That machete faster, Wang Lin, the reaction can not keep up the speed gradually, the slightest mistake will be injured at the moment, he finally know that the face of the fourth sub-Suzaku soul, why it is so scruples. fly half-empty. Xu Liguo screams heard, was about to escape, then immediately flash under the machete around in Xuli Guo, Qi Xu Liguo body roll, and immediately disappeared shadowless. Far, came Xu Liguo plaintive scream. The Soul Calibur, not want to hurt Xu Liguo, meaning he should be otherwise. And Xu Liguo As a devil, born to swallow, is not so easy to be destroyed, Wang Lin have something to do at this time, not entangled with that machete to Xu Liguo for the line, in the future back away. Have a lot of time to think of ways to rein in this matter. The Sword away, Wang Lin Mountain overlooking the distance. Body jumped, but then he suddenly looks a move, Ce Toukan to a mountain not far from where to stand a red figure. This figure, full of empty and lonely. She stood there, red, such as butterflies, like the wind determined to go back, but helpless in-depth mundane general.