String the meteor to the field, stand with Ling Xuelin face to face.

Both of them were masters of swords, and they had records between them, and they were basically ended in the draw.

"Lu Yanghui, I heard that you are on the way, and you are still arguing with the disciples of the famous sword villa. I don’t know if it is true or false."

Ling Xuelin made a faint ridicule.

On the way, Lu Yanghui mocked Liu Wuxie. This matter was no longer secret. It had been spread on the scene.

"That's a matter of our famous sword villa. You can't turn your outsiders here to draw your feet here, eat me a sword."

Lu Yanghui's long sword in his hand rolled out a sword flower, with a sharp sword gas and great ornamental.

As soon as the experts shot, they knew if there was any.

The moment Lu Yanghui came out of his sword, he immediately attracted countless applause and cheered for them.

No matter who wins and who loses, it is not important for ordinary people, it is enough to enjoy a sword art feast.

Those masters sitting in the VIP area nodded, and they were very satisfied with their swordsmanship.

"Lu Yanghui, do you think my second battle is not as good as them? You are wrong. As early as half a month ago, I had broken through the mystery half -step, and I also realized that the thorn peak was a sword.

! ""

Ling Xuelin's voice with a hint of ridicule, let everyone around him feel a stun.

Especially the disciples of the famous sword villa, everyone's heart sinks to the bottom of the valley.

Ling Xuelin actually broke through the mystery half -step, and deliberately played for the second time.

Originally, the opponent should be Shao Yuanyi, but Lu Yanghui ran out.

Deep in Lu Yanghui's eyes, there was a trace of dignity.

He is very clear that it is his limit to deal with the peak and wing.

More importantly, Ling Xuelin learned to have a sword of Peak.

It is said that this sword is not the sword of the first sword village in the world, but Ling Xuelin found it from a ice peak.

At that time, a long sword was inserted into the Bingfeng. I don't know how many years have passed, and the sword gas still exists.

This is also the origin of the thorn peak, and the power is extremely powerful.

"Huh, I know after the war."

Lu Yanghui turned into a meteor in his hands and appeared in front of Ling Xuelin.

Come up and start a crazy offensive, take advantage of your own speed to occupy the opportunity.

There is still a touch of victory in this way. If Ling Xuelin occupies the opportunity, it is difficult to reverse again.

"It's useless, I know your swordsmanship too much."

Ling Xuelin made a sneer, and the long sword in his hand suddenly transformed a weird movement, appearing on the side of Lu Yanghui.

If you change the move fast, even Liu Wuxie's eyes show a trace of dignity.

If you change to yourself and want to defeat Ling Xuelin, you need to spend some hands and feet.

Today is a swordsmanship competition, and you must not use other moves.

Since Liu Wuxie cultivated, he still wants to cultivate swordsmanship in the real sense.

If you mobilize the five elements of large handprints, even if you are a heavy, you can shoot to death with one palm.

"Young master, we are a bit dangerous!"

Shao Yuanyi frowned and looked at the young master.

"Before the last moment, don't lose easily."

Miao Jianying's eyes did not fluctuate. If Lu Yanghui lost, all the burdens fell on the three of them.

The high -rise of the famous sword villa is also a tense look. This battle is very important.

Although it is not a final game, it is no less than the victory.

"!"

Lu Yanghui's long sword was easily blocked by Ling Xuelin without any pressure.

Follow!

Ling Xuelin's palm suddenly made a force, forming a horrible sword wave, and the anti -shock went back.

Lu Yanghui was caught off guard and was directly shocked by the sword waves for decades.

"Steal a sword!"

Ling Xuelin intends to make a quick decision, there is no need to entangle with Lu Yanghui for too long.

He had released a ruthless words, and he was half -step. If he could not end the battle for too long, the shame was himself.

so!

As soon as he came up, he sacrificed a peak.

Determine a sword to win.

The horrible sword qi ripples are overwhelming, and the entire Shenjiantai is shrouded in the sword qi.

"A terrible sword!"

There were exclaims from the surroundings, all of which were deeply attracted by this sword.

This one has exceeded the limit of Lingxuan realm, and the general Lingxuan realm cannot be resisting at all.

"Lu Yanghui is dangerous!"

Although many disciples of Jian Shanzhuang are unwilling to admit, they still have a low head.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Those monks who watched the war repeatedly exclaimed and were deeply attracted by this sword.

For a while, Ling Xuelin's offensive was even more fierce. It was like a beast. Lu Yanghui, who was suppressed, couldn't breathe.

Sooner or later, Lu Yanghui has no power to fight back.

His momentum, and sword moves, he couldn't work at all, and was completely suppressed by Ling Xuelin.

"Break me!"

Lu Yanghui began to burn blood. Even if it was defeated, he had to put on a piece of meat on Ling Xuelin.

"It's too weak, your swordsmanship is too weak, is this the swordsman of the famous sword villa, too vulnerable."

Ling Xuelin did not forget to laugh at some swordsmanship of the famous sword villa, saying that their swordsmanship is too garbage.

Immediately attracted the anger of a large number of disciples of Jianshanzhuang, all of them looked at Ling Xuelin.

But there is no way. The battlefield loses or loses or loses, not by the mouth.

"Look at the sky!"

Some people point to the sky, and I saw countless ice air, and incorporated into the trick of Ling Xuelin.

This is the great place of the thorn peak.

Beicheng was wrapped in the air of the ice all year round.

"Small ..."

The sword qi around Lu Yanghui was constantly exploding, and he couldn't bear the crushing of a sword of the peak.

The long sword in his hand changed continuously. No matter how Lu Yanghui changed his tricks, Ling Xuelin could suppress him.

"Lu Yanghui, you can end the battle!"

Ling Xuelin drank a lot, and the long sword in his hands suddenly disappeared in place, including his body, this is the peak peak.

Like a flashing meteor, appearing in front of Lu Yanghui, Lu Yanghui was caught off guard.

"laugh!"

The sword air was shot, and a long mouth appeared on Lu Yanghui's arm, with blood dripping.

The matter is far from stopping. Ling Xuelin seems to be deliberately humiliating Lu Yanghui. He obviously can defeat him, but he chose to humiliate his opponent.

There were more and more wounds on Lu Yanghui, and he had long become a blood man, and his body was all blood.

If it wasn't for many masters present, Ling Xuelin had already killed Lu Yanghui in a sword.

"collapse!"

The horrible sword potential, like the mountains and the sea, bombarded directly on Lu Yanghui's chest.

"Wow……"

Lu Yanghui screamed, blood was sprayed, and his body fell outside the battle circle.

At the moment of landing, I was unconscious and didn't wake up. I didn't know if the injury was too heavy, or was endlessly humiliated, and the fainted faint.
To be continued...