Help him seize Rama's body and kill the Chakravartin? Even if he really has the ability, why doesn't he just take Rama's body, but instead asks for his own magical rope skills?
It doesn't make sense!
In that case, we have no choice but to take action.
Swish!
With two swords in hand, flames surrounded him in an instant.
The two fire knives were wrapped in blazing flames. The juggler rushed forward and the fire knives broke through the air, which was very frightening!
"Okay."
Zhang Asheng drew his sword: "I haven't used it in a long time, so I'm a little rusty."
"Being able to solve it with strength is indeed easier than talking."
While he started the live broadcast in the group, he drew out the Canci sword from the Canci sword to fight the enemy.
bite!
Swords clashed.
It is obvious that I am the knife and the other party is the sword.
However, the force generated by the collision caused the juggler's hands to tremble violently.
Who is the knife?!
He was alert in his heart, but he also found that the sword in the other party's hand was extremely dirty...
"Hmm? No, that's not dirt, that's rust?"
Rusty!
It was like a tattered iron sword that should have been discarded long ago, but in the opponent's hands, it was so powerful that even the magician's 'enchanted' double swords could no longer block it.
Parry, counterattack...
Each move was clean and neat yet extremely fierce.
The juggler became more and more frightened as the fight went on.
choke!
Suddenly, with the sound of a sword singing, the rusty long sword broke through the obstruction like a dragon and stabbed forward forcefully.
"No!"
The juggler's expression changed drastically and he retreated desperately.
But the tip of the sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always just a hair's breadth away from him.
Crunch.
The juggler stopped, and Jiang Asheng also stopped, with the tip of his sword almost touching his nose.
"Cooperate, or die?"
"you!"
The magician's expression was extremely grim: "Who are you?"
"A person with your strength is definitely not an unknown person. And since you said you want to cooperate with me, why are you hiding your true identity?!"
"You are so mysterious, how can I believe you?"
"Do you have a choice?"
Jiang Asheng held the sword steady as a rock, and said quietly, "Or perhaps you thought I didn't dare to kill you?"
The juggler fell silent for a moment.
After a moment, he gave a bitter laugh. "Hey, that's true. At this point, what choice do I have? You already know what's going on, and I can't beat you."
"Okay, I give up."
"Whatever you say, that's what we'll do."
"That's more like it."
Jiang Asheng slowly put away his sword.
boom!
But suddenly, the magician exploded violently, like a bomb, exploding directly, and flames swept over in an instant.
Swish!
Jiang Asheng raised his sword and chopped!
The waves of fire seemed to be cut off in an instant, whistling past him on both sides. The high temperature singed his hair, but did not hurt him at all.
"Wow!"
In the group live broadcast room, there were shouts of shock.
"this?!!!"
"What realm"
"Is this what the farmer called 'transformation power'?"
"Even flames can be unfolded?!"
Everyone knows that Jiang Asheng is very strong.
But no one expected that Jiang Asheng had reached this level without realizing it.
But Jiang Asheng had no time to communicate with his friends in the group. After the flames approached his body and he was cut open, he immediately stepped forward, but found that the colorful performer and his robe had already run far away.
At the same time, a rope like a rope hanging from the sky was at his hand.
"Immortal Rope!"
The juggler growled, grabbed the rope, and climbed up quickly like a nimble monkey.
"snort!"
Jiang Asheng sneered, drew out his sword and threw it out fiercely.
Tear!
The dagger broke through the air and hit the rope accurately.
Bang!
The rope broke, the juggler's expression changed horribly, he let out a scream, and fell from the air.
Jiang Asheng rushed forward and kicked.
Boom!
The juggler, who hadn't even landed on the ground yet, was kicked seven or eight meters away and fell to the ground screaming in pain.
Then, he struggled to his knees and looked at Jiang Asheng with a face full of horror: "Canci Sword? You!!!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you still have some use for it, I'm afraid the Immortal Rope would have been lost."
Jiang Asheng stepped closer and whispered, "Has anyone ever told you that fighting is fighting and magic is magic, don't mix them up?"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The juggler almost went mad.
"As I said before, give me the Immortal Rope Skill, and I will help you deal with the Chakravartin, and even help you take Rama's body."
"Otherwise, die."
Color juggler: “…”
grass!
The juggler felt mixed emotions and was in a state of confusion. He wanted to curse countless times and thought of many ways and possibilities, but he found that he really had no choice.
Either die immediately.
Otherwise, go for it.
Although what the person in front of me said was less than 10% credible.
But if you don't do what he says, you will die immediately.
He, the magician, is not someone who would choose to die heroically easily.
"I'll give it to you!"
The juggler could only give in: "I hope you will keep your word."
"You have to trust me."
The juggler was scared.
Can't beat them, can't run away.
Even when facing this mysterious masked man, he almost felt a sense of oppression and fear as if he was facing a Chakravartin.
Helpless, he could only hand over the magical rope skills to protect himself temporarily.
After obtaining the unique skill of the Immortal Rope, Jiang Asheng did not kill.
The magician was extremely nervous. He was always alert and looked back every few steps. Only after he was sure that Jiang Asheng had no intention of attacking again did he run away.
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