Chapter 464

In the corridor of the student dormitory, mingshuiyun leaned against the railing and stared blankly at the Baijin tower.

It was an explosion and a battle that night. Naturally, you can hear something here in the student dormitory. Mingshuiyun knows that the Baijin pagoda is fighting hard. She even wants to go there. Even if she just looks, it's better than waiting for news in the dormitory - Qin Leyin is dying for herself. How can she sit back and enjoy her success?

However, as soon as she came out of the dormitory door, she saw someone guarding below.

With the long braided hair and a long knife, man named Niro sat quietly on grass in front of the dormitory and stroked blade. When the bright water cloud came out, I felt locked by a terrible killing intention, and the whole person couldn't move.

As an ordinary person who has never entered the company's combat methods, mingshuiyun's mental power is too weak. She is locked by a veteran swordsman with a killing machine. It's like a mouse meeting a python. Physical fear alone is enough to restrict her actions.

But as long as she returned to the dormitory, the killing intention disappeared. Mingshuiyun knew that Niro was preventing her from leaving.

At first, mingshuiyun thought that if Nirvana prevented herself from saving Qin Leyin, but when she forced her fear of killing her intention next to the railing of the corridor, Nirvana's killing intention suddenly increased, but it did not reach the level that mingshuiyun could not bear. When Mingshui cloud was about to break up, Niro's killing intention slowly decreased, giving Mingshui cloud a chance to rest.

After several rounds back and forth in this way, mingshuiyun knows that if nirvana is exercising himself, it is better to protect himself than to prevent him from leaving - I don't know how many criminals there are outside. Although the sword holder will protect the sword owner, what if there is an oversight?

Under Niro's killing intention, mingshuiyun also calmed down, and his inner blood was replaced by reason. She is too weak to help Qin Leyin. Instead, she may become a bargaining chip threatening Qin Leyin - Niro is just preventing her from doing stupid things.

Suddenly, mingshuiyun saw that the light on the seventh floor of the platinum tower went out and couldn't help walking for two steps. Niro's killing opportunity unexpectedly increased to a point that mingshuiyun couldn't bear.

"I'll stay here well, but if you want to help him, why don't you go there!" mingshuiyun couldn't restrain his inner feelings and couldn't help asking loudly.

Nirvana didn't speak and sat on the grass downstairs as if he were asleep, but the killing intention of Mingshui cloud was more intense.

"Shuiyun, you're not right. It's your duty not to help. It's your duty to drop a stone in a well. It's a living saint to send charcoal in the snow." the voice of Ming Shuangli sounded behind mingshuiyun: "he's my scabbard. Why do you want to help your scabbard? If you help, can your points be transferred to me?"

"If you can turn -"

"Double carp palace, be careful." Niro suddenly said, "tonight, I can't do it."

"Look, it's not that I don't want to, but the scabbard has his idea." Ming Shuangli hugged Ming Shuiyun and touched his head: "how about going back to bed? You keep the dormitory door open and the wind is pouring in. I'm too cold to sleep. I'll sleep together later. I'll talk to you about my political program..."

Ming Shuiyun ignored the flirtation of Ming Shuangli, looked at Niro and asked, "why can't you do it?"

"There are many reasons. The most important one is that he didn't ask me for help."

Niro made a clear sound on the Sakura sabre.

"I respect his will. I hope you will respect Shuiyun palace too. Don't insult a martial artist's war intention with your unnecessary worry. He is a man who dares to write a biography for himself and say 'silver blood, three strange zither, music Yin, chaos, martial poison and silver blood'"

Boom!

Suddenly, a noiseless explosion spread rapidly at the top of the Baijin pagoda. Even the student dormitory was submerged by sound waves. Ming Shuangli and Ming Shuiyun fell to the ground at the same time. Niro was stimulated to take a knife and pose for battle in an instant.

"Ah!"

Seven screams sounded at the same time. Mingshuiyun looked at the holy sword mark on his right hand. Mingming had no scars on his hand, but the pain was like burning his soul!

Niro, who was downstairs, groaned and almost couldn't hold the long knife - his mark was burning!

"It hurts!"

"I can't control my right hand!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

The dormitory was in a mess, but Ming Shuangli showed a strange expression, stared at the mark on the back of his hand and asked, "water cloud, do you feel it?"

Mingshuiyun didn't understand: "what do you feel?"

"Huiyao... Seems very excited."

……

On the fifth floor of the platinum tower, Ning Xinyuan, who was healing Yan Yi, gave a stuffy hum, looked at the back of her hand, raised her head and looked up, with surprise on her face.

"I really succeeded..."

……

On the fourth floor of the platinum tower, an inflammatory officer in the pile of corpses suddenly sat up, breathed on the back of his hand, covered his right hand and jumped out of the window.

"I slipped away. I helped him once anyway."

……

On the seventh floor of the Baijin pagoda, after the chief manager finished singing, a mental wave like a tsunami broke out in his body, which almost turned into essence. The music language closest to him was like eating a god Luo Tianzheng and was directly hit and flew!

"Really... Succeeded..."

The chief manager completely ignored Qin Yueyin. He knelt on the ground and watched the holy sword weaving in the middle of the seventh floor with great obsession. The seven floors, which should have been as bright as the day, were as dark as if the lights were turned off, as if all the lights gathered in the center and became the material for weaving the sword body!

The holy sword shines!

No matter who looks at it, he will know that it is undoubtedly the glory of the holy sword!

Yue Yu looked at the half woven lightsaber and could even understand why it was called holy sword Huiyao - because it was holy, sword, Huiyao!

Although the shape is similar to what Yue Yu saw in the Vientiane forest, it is far away in essence. As the chief manager said, the real glory has no entity at all, but condenses from the light to the limit and turns into an entity. It is not a human Sword limited by material, but an omnipresent divine weapon!

Compared with Huiyao, the other magic soldiers Yue Yu has seen are nothing but rubbish!

Unexpectedly, he took advantage of the spirit sea of the imperial court and forcibly pulled the glory of the holy sword out of the void... Yue Yu grabbed the chief manager with both hands, stepped out of the shadow and sneaked in!

"Can't you calm down and enjoy this historic moment?" the chief manager shook his head as if he had met a bear child, and fought with Yue Yu with his eight rice flow skills.

"But your right hand is useless. How can you beat me?"

Galingen's toxicity is far more violent than Yue Yu imagined. Even the ice blood constitution can only slow down slightly, and the more Yue Yu moves, the faster the toxicity spreads. It's just two or three moves. Yue Yu feels that his right arm is completely off force, his fist can't be hard, and his arm can't be raised. It's obviously useless!

The chief manager has been staring at the holy sword Huiyao, and casually fights with Yue Yu. Moreover, he specializes in playing on the right side of Yue Yu, which is bullying Yue Yu's right hand. He really doesn't speak of martial ethics at all.

"Fall!"

The chief manager hit Yue Yu's right shoulder with a waste bite. Yue Yu suddenly blessed his soul. Yu Yong drew a small circle in his left hand. As soon as he touched the waste bite of the chief manager, it immediately turned into Huang sigh!

Just now Yue Yu was beaten by iron faced people. Now it's Yue Yu's turn to learn and use it flexibly!

Dong!

Yu Yong's reaction and Huang Tan's detonation came one after another, making the chief manager almost lose control of his body, but he had no worry on his face: "but you have only one hand left, can you kill me?"