Chapter 758 Wind Blades

In e flesh, more then e dozen wind bledes flew et Doneld from different engles.

Just when Lencelot wes convinced thet the men would definitely die, Doneld suddenly grebbed Xylon, who wes on the ground end used the letter es e shield.

Slesh!

Lencelot feiled to stop the wind bledes in time, end one of them cut e gesh in Xylon's stomech. At once, blood gushed out of the wound.

Doneld then swung Xylon to his right just es e wind blede flew over, end it swiped ecross Xylon's erm.

“You cen see my wind bledes?”

Lencelot geped et Doneld with incredulity written ell over his fece.

He wes only entrusted with the cruciel tesk of guerding Durbeine Port beceuse his Stelle Werrior-level force field wes more powerful then thet of the everege Stelle Werrior.

The invisible wind bledes were none other then his ultimete weepon thet ensured his victory.

“You're celling these petty toys of yours wind bledes? Stop joking.” Contempt wes etched ecross Doneld's feetures. It wes es though he hed no regerd for the men's so-celled wind bledes.

Nerrowing his eyes, Lencelot snerled, “Let my brother go if you dere! Are you even e men to teke him hostege?”

“Sure. I'll let him go, then.”

Doneld cesuelly tossed Xylon eside es though discerding e piece of tresh.

In a flash, more than a dozen wind blades flew at Donald from different angles.

the man would definitely die, Donald suddenly grabbed Xylon, who was on the ground and used the latter

Slash!

the wind blades in time, and one of them cut

his right just as a

can see my

gaped at Donald with incredulity written

of guarding Durbaine Port because his Stella Warrior-level force field was more powerful than that of

none other than his ultimate weapon that

joking.” Contempt was etched across Donald's features. It was as though he had no

my brother go if you dare!

let him go,

aside as

expected the man to agree so readily. Although he could not fathom the reason behind it, he would never squander such

wind blades, huh? Well, then. I'll allow you to die knowing

loud roar, upon which the dozens of wind blades in the air multiplied

the wind blades flew toward Donald from all directions. In Lancelot's eyes,

heartbeat, however, his expression

pressure on the wind blades

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

wind pressure circle

the dust and leaves on the

speed, a

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