Chapter 134

In Zhenbei City, it's as if Ling Yun could have expected his sword, and he would have thought about the countermeasures ahead of time.

Ling Yun suddenly stops his action, and Fang Yin bursts out a strong sword intention. Ling Yun picks his eyebrows, taps his toes, flies backward, and stands not far away, quietly looking at Fang Yin, "you lost."

The burst out of Wujing monk's cultivation is tantamount to saying that he has lost.

Fang Yin was stunned. His eyes were bloodshot. "I'll kill you!"

But Fang Yin is held by Lu You, "he's not as strong as you. It's just that you are stimulated by his words, so you will follow his way."

"Oh, it's so easy to see through, then I'll be miserable next." Lingyun some wronged said.

Lu You said faintly: "if you can't talk to him, you can't talk to him. Even if it's pressure, you can use what you're good at best, and you can also use the original realm."

"This is fighting, no matter how high or low, only life or death, isn't it?" Lu You looks at Ling Yun coldly.

Ling Yun touched his chin, took out a bunch of sugar gourd and ate it, "I don't mind dividing life and death, but I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die."

"Of course, you are more likely to kill me. I just said just in case." Ling Yun while eating sugar gourd, eyes are more clean, clean crazy!

Ling Yun put the remaining sugar gourd into Pei Lixia's hand, "OK, come on."

This time, he held the sword in his right hand and fought against Zhan Lihai!

The light of Li Hai's sword is like moonlight, with the sound of waves. The shadow of the sword everywhere is cold but vast.

Ling Yun raised his mouth slightly, pressed the scabbard with his left hand, and held the handle with his right hand. They took less than one breath to draw out the sword. The former was cold and vast!

The latter sword, sword meaning surging, such as fury volume days, a wave after a wave.

Between them, it seems that if the moonlight in the sky is sprinkled on the sea, the moonlight is crushed, the sea is calm, the sea is still deep and silent, but the moonlight has long disappeared.

Ling Yun's sword is still in the scabbard. There is a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. There is a trace of blood on his neck. His long hair hanging at the temples is cut off, which is funny.

Fierce grip sword hand gently tremble, he looked at Lingyun, eyes more surprised, but also with a thick puzzled.

In fact, many people can see clearly the sword just now, because the realm is better. It's ferocious to make a powerful sword. It's a hidden opportunity to kill. If you are careless, you may be killed by him!

However, Ling Yun's response is flawless, and the strange thing is that Ling Yun's realm is very low, but his sword sense is very high, just like a poor child guarding a rising golden mountain.

This is a duel of sword spirit. Ling Yun's sword spirit is even more sharp and indestructible. It seems that they only made one sword, but in front of that sword, they have already made dozens of moves.

"Come again!" Li Hai cheers, he steps out, suddenly the tide gradually rises, behind the vision, the sea rises bright moon!

Ling Yun stepped back, the wooden sword scabbard back, put out a boxing frame in place, "I can't beat you with the sword, but my fist is hard enough!"

"Just try it!" The fierce sneer way.

Ling Yun took a deep breath. Behind him, a young man in white gathered slowly and put out a boxing fight like Ling Yun!

Childlike innocence sighed: "this is to be more narcissistic, visualization will be their own?"