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.

die, Donald suddenly grabbed Xylon, who was

Slash!

blades in time, and one of them cut a gash in Xylon's

Xylon to his right just as a wind blade flew

can see

incredulity written all over

the crucial task of guarding Durbaine Port because his Stella Warrior-level force field

wind blades were none other than

Contempt was etched across Donald's features. It was as though he had no regard for the man's so-called

his eyes, Lancelot snarled, “Let my brother go if you

let

tossed Xylon aside as though discarding a piece

the man to agree so readily. Although he could not fathom

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

upon which the dozens of wind blades in

all directions. In Lancelot's eyes, Donald was already dead without

heartbeat, however,

sort of interference from intense wind pressure on the wind blades in the air, and they hovered around

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

pressure circle appeared underneath

first, it merely swept away the

a

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