MTL - Heavenly Star-Chapter 48 Broken wind blade

Lin Xiao’s ear is very good, and he deliberately pays attention to the voice over there. He hears the soft answer of the flower. He has a strong joy in his heart. He is slightly biased and smiles at the flowers. Softly right to this side, suddenly astonished to avoid the eyes, the dagger drooping, cheeks with a touch of pink.

The reaction of nature makes Lin Xiao’s natural as a girl’s shyness, and her heart is infinitely satisfied. Since he first saw Hua Shui, he was obsessed with self-examination, because she not only has the look of the country, but also the gentle and meekness that all men dream of. In recent years, he has been secretly watching her once every few days, but she is not allowed to know, and it is a long time since she spent a long time knowing that her future husband is the big son of the Lin family. Today is the first time I saw it.

A sorrowful whisper came out of my ear. Hua Shui gently stroked the blue bird on his shoulder, whispered: "Xiao Qing seems to be a little hungry."

"This brother is a good man, and he is in the middle of Lin Xiao. The brothers have just fought two games, do you need a break?" Lin Xiao said politely.

The answer to him was a cold thorn that straightened his face.

Lin Xiao smiled, and the right hand pulled a soft sword from the sleeve and waved it to block the short blade of the cold cliff: "In this case, I am afraid that this is cheaper."

A strong force from the hand, the cold cliff short blade almost broke hands, he stepped back, his face became cold. His strength lies in speed, and he is good at lightning-proof shots when people are unprepared. But this kind of positive confrontation on the bright side, his advantage has almost no use.

Lin Xiao smiled slightly, his right hand swayed, and the soft sword in his hand had already woven an impenetrable sword net cover to the whole body of the cold cliff, and brought the audience's exclamation and bursts of applause.

The two old men around Long Yu were so moved, one of them said: "This Lin Gongzi was still a ten-level middle-level strength last year, but now it is already a ten-level upper level, and there are looming signs of breakthrough. This talent is really It's hard to believe."

"Good!" Ye Wuchen's brows are slightly wrinkled, and his eyes are completely removed from Hua Shui, focusing on the sword in the hands of Lin Xiao, capturing the trajectory of the sword.

The intertwining of several breaths, the cold cliff has been forced to the side of the table, his body suddenly jumped, actually pulled up a few meters high, directly jumped over the head of Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao’s sword followed, and a sword stabbed. The cold cliff body slammed, and the blade almost wiped his chest. Then he slammed his foot and quickly retreated, leaving the sword. Then I looked at Lin Xiao coldly, and the dark eyes flashed with dangerous light.

Cold cliffs are folded together and changed from one hand to the other. Lin Xiao did not attack any more, and the long sword pointed forward, with a dull smile. After a short silence, the foot of the cold cliff suddenly slipped, and the short blade in the hand danced like alive, until the blade completely lost its sight, and the air machine tightly locked the opponent. The foot quickly moved forward, the feet did not have any regular interlacing, and the dark figure became erratic, as if rushing toward Lin Xiao from several directions.

Lin Xiao’s right hand was tight and his eyes were lifted, but there was no other movement. The faint black figure suddenly converges, and a silver flash breaks out, drawing a silver line to his right rib.

Lin Xiao’s feet did not move, and his hand shook gently. The long sword instantly turned into countless swords. Then the sound of "叮" sounded softly, and the tip of the sword was accurately pointed on the short blade. After a moment of pause, the cold cliff snorted, the connection went back five steps to stand still, the black short blade in the hand also flew out, "when" fell on the cold ground.

On the court, there was an exaggerated cheer. Lin Xiao said with some regrets: "What you are learning is the assassination technique. The speed and the dark thorn are the main ones. The skill is weak. Now it is the advantage to face the confrontation with you. This game is not the best." Now the winners and losers have been divided, please also..."

Lin Xiao’s voice did not fall, and the murderous air released around the body of the cold cliff suddenly became strong. He whispered, and he rushed to Lin Xiao with bare hands. Lin Xiao’s eyes were condensed, and the helpless sword slashed at his shoulder, but immediately his eyes narrowed, because the cold cliff’s hands were strangely green, and this moment Lost, the movement in his hand had a momentary pause, and the green mans passed through the sword in his hand and then stabbed him to his chest.

Lin Xiao was not allowed to avoid each other. Although the body was unobstructed, the clothes on his chest were scratched by a short mouth. The long sword in the hand has been cut off, leaving only one broken sword.

The cold cliff that had been shaken by Lin Xiaoyi’s sword before was full of blood. Nowadays, after he broke out again, he was unable to follow suit. He did not take the opportunity to start chasing. This is a man who is proud of himself and can't afford to lose, but he has never hurt Lin Xiao, but he was shocked by weapons. Therefore, he is not reconciled.

Lin Xiao sighed and seemed to be sorry for the broken sword in his hand. "Good sharp weapon, it should have a loud name."

At this time, the short knife in the hand of the cold cliff is only five inches long, and the strangely-colored cyan is shining in the sunlight with a cold blue light. At this moment, the chairman suddenly heard a shock: "Break the wind!"

The name of the broken wind blade is rarely known, but the next sentence of the old voice makes the whole game a bit confusing.

“When the sun is shining, who are you!”

Wind is rising! ? The **** of war in the windy country is rising!

The game was awkward. Whoever did not know the name in Tianchen, who is not afraid of this name. Like the sword **** of Tianlongguo, he was a great genius in the past. When he was not in middle age, he stepped into the ranks of ordinary people who could not reach his life. Even before Chu Yu entered the ranks of God, he also had to be older. Younger than him. For the people of Tianlongguo, several people are not hostile to this name. Because the windy country has brought countless disasters to the Tianlong country, there have been several disasters on several occasions. The God of War is the patron saint of the well-known Dafeng Kingdom.

"The God of War is a hurricane in the face of the wind, and the wind blade is broken in one hand. Now why is his broken blade in your hand, who are you? What is the intention of my Dragon City?" An old man beside him,

Cold cliffs silently, hands clenched, faintly trembled.

"You are a man of the windy country?" Lin Xiao also asked with a frown.

"No wonder you are so hot, it seems that the purpose of your visit to Tianlong City is not simple, hehe!" Lin Yanmeng stood up, his face was cold, and he was about to jump on the stage.

Long Hao’s face also sank: “First ask what is the relationship between him and the wind!”

"Yes, let me take him first."

"and many more!"

Lin Xiaochao waved in this direction, and said in a harmony: "Your Majesty, Grandpa, the game is not over yet, can you let me beat him first. If my Tianlongguo game is interrupted by a strong wind, it is not a joke." In addition, he had injured several of my Tianlong nationals before, and if he couldn't beat him to the end, it wouldn't make people look down on my Tianlong country. After defeating him, how about the fall and the second grandfather?"

Lin Yan has not yet opened, and Long Hao nodded and smiled: "Well, it depends on you!"

There was also a chorus of echoes in the audience: "Lin Gongzi, it’s good!"

"Yes, we must defeat him in an upright manner, let the people of the wind know the power of my Tianlong country! Let him be convinced!"

Ye Wuchen secretly sneered: a good book, "Catch the East Wind", just a few words, it is hard to turn a game that has no suspense and meaning into a dignity battle between countries, and will be counted after the victory. More than the previous victory.

I was thinking about what method to use, but the opportunity appeared. Hehehehe...

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