Chapter 939

"Please."

Merleau pulled the sword from the scabbard behind her with her backhand.

This is a very strange sword.

The body of the sword is round and has no blade. It's like a thread.

The sword is sharp.

It's like a black snake.

As the elder of the wind thunder sword clan, Merleau was extremely hostile to the immortal sword clan because of the previous affair with Merlin.

Don't say much, just do it.

With a shake of the wrist, the strange sword pierced through the air.

A voice of spitting words replaced the sound of breaking the air.

opposite side.

"Alas."

Zhuge Lingxi, a new generation of Tianjiao from the immortal sword sect, sighed.

It seemed that he was still immersed in the remorse of his friend Merlin for breaking her arm.

He said helplessly: "please forgive me."

Parallel fingers condense the seal of the sword, and swing the arm to draw it out.

Whew!

The sword hanging from his waist came out of its sheath automatically and turned into a rainbow light.

The long sword flies out of the air and stabs Merleau.

Merleau slashed with a sword.

Ding.

The two swords hit each other.

All of a sudden, Mars sputtered all over the sky.

The shadow of the sword is intertwined.

Sword Qi breaks through the air.

Both of them are very fast.

In the twinkling of an eye, the blade didn't know how many times it collided.

The figure is like a lone goose, and the sword light is like pitching.

Clusters of Mars burst on lunjian peak.

Special effects funds are burning wildly.

In a moment——

"A sword comes up, the wind blows."

Merleau yelled angrily, and his six level cultivation of heaven and man turned to the extreme, directly exerting the extreme way.

The strange shape sword in his hand, under the urge of heaven and man's skill, instantly turns into a living thing, and the winding sword pattern turns into the soul of the wind. It breaks through the air attack and seems to blend into the air. In a flash, it comes to tan Rui's body and tears up the space.

Every man's skill is a skill that can't be underestimated.

This life fighting skill can be continuously evolved and enhanced with the increase of accomplishments and the improvement of realm.

In her fury, Merleau can be said to push her own skills to the extreme.

"Merlin lost an arm, and I'll break yours today."

Merleau's got a big shot.

But on Zhuge Lingxi's face, there was only a faint sense of guilt.

"Master, you are forcing me..."

Zhuge Lingxi did not dare to neglect, but also used his own natural and human skills, cheered: "Turbid waves surging, I will not die."

He made a sword seal with his hands on his chest, and instantly changed the thirty-six reprint method.

Each reprint is transformed into a mysterious force and injected into the flying sword.

Thirty six forces in a row, driven by the unique "immortal mysterious Qi" of the immortal sword sect, were injected into the long sword which was flowing in the void. The long sword suddenly made a brilliant sword, and it seemed to be ready to turn into a flash of light invisible to the naked eye.

Whew!

Streamer comes first after it comes.

In an instant, it penetrated Merleau's body.

"Er..."

Merleau was stiff.

In a moment, the Qi of the whole body collapsed and dissipated like a mountain rush.

The sword Qi of the spirit of wind, which has almost torn Zhuge's spirit, stops and immediately dissipates in the air like smoke.

"You... You..."

A strange layer of dead light appeared on Merleau's face, looking at Zhuge Lingxi in disbelief.

It's a powerful skill of heaven and man. The only flaw is that it's hidden so well that it's fleeting. Why is it known by Zhuge Lingxi?

In the fight just now, it was clearly the opponent's deliberate guidance.

From the beginning, the trap has opened.

opposite side.

Zhuge Lingxi's face was indifferent.

"I'm sorry, I missed it."

He and Mello looked at each other in the eyes, sighed, and said faintly, "it's such a serious injury. The elder generation will suffer endless pain when they live. It's better to die."

The voice is not lost.

He directly pulled the explosion of immortal air in Merleau's body.

Boom!

Merleau's body, directly into a cloud of blood, exploded.

Immortal Xuanqi also has terrible lethality to those who are strong in the realm of heaven and man.

What's more, it's the end of no bones?

Merleau fell on the spot.

Ding Ding Ding.

The differentiated sword fell to the ground and turned into a twisted sword, losing its luster and vitality.

"Next."

As soon as Zhuge Lingxi waved, the long floating sword floated to his side and looked at the floating pumice of Fenglei sword sect.

Before the war, he kept saying he was lenient.

In the end, it was he who hurt the killer.

On the pumice stone of "Wen Xiang Jian Fu", Lin Beichen took out a bag of "Cha Cha melon seeds" bought from Taobao and gave them to Yan Ruyu and others. He also grabbed one and said: "this Zhuge Lingxi is an old silver coin."

Yan Ruyu was also quite surprised and said, "this son has always been chivalrous in the clan circle. He has a wide range of friends. I didn't expect that he was so ruthless. I thought he was wrong before."

"It's hard to draw bones when you draw dragons and tigers, but you don't know your heart when you know your face."

Lin Beichen said with great emotion: "it's really rare for me to be such a simple and honest young man who can be seen through at a glance."

Yan Ruyu made an evaluation with silence.

"Why?"

Xu Wan suddenly exclaimed, "Meilin is on the stage."

Hu mei'er was also surprised and said, "one of his hands... Isn't it useless?"

Lin Beichen looks at Lun Jianfeng.

Sure enough, Meilin appeared opposite Zhuge Lingxi.

The underdog in the back is purple and green double swords.

The long sleeve on the right side was empty, fluttering slightly in the wind, and the whole right arm disappeared.

Only the left arm.

Countless eyes focused on Tianjiao of the thunder sword clan, feeling a trace of solemn and stirring.

For a

For the swordsman, losing his right arm is undoubtedly a great blow.

The decline of combat power is inevitable.

If it's a little worse, it's very likely to fall.

Meilin ranks 96 on the Qianlong list.

Zhuge Lingxi ranked 109 on the Qianlong list.

If you put it in the past, Merlin can almost be said to win the match.

But now

Seeing that Meilin, who had lost her right arm, set foot on lunjianfeng and fought Zhuge Lingxi with one hand, everyone could not help feeling sympathy.

Knowing that Zhuge Lingxi would not stay, he fought stubbornly.

What do you want to prove?

Want to maintain the dignity of the swordsman?

Or... Want to die in such a battle?

"It's a pity."

Lin Beichen grabs a handful of "qiaqa melon seeds" and says: "Meilin, like me, is eager for justice and righteousness. He is a little honest, but he has been calculated. Boys must protect themselves outside, otherwise..."

The voice is not lost.

Whew!

The sound of the sword sounded.

A brilliant light of the sword swept over Jianfeng.

It's the sound of the wind.

Listen to the wind.

This sentence came to Lin Beichen's mind.

On Jianfeng, the outcome is divided.

The light of the sword passed around Zhuge Lingxi's neck.

He was staggering, trying to hold his head, and his indifference turned into disbelief.

"You... You're not..."

The blood spurted out from the fingers of Zhuge Lingxi.

"Who do you want to ask, I have already broken a hand, why can I still cut this sword, right?"

Meilin's expression was calm, like an ice lake that would never make waves again. She said, "because my name is [wind, thunder and double construction]. I've always practiced double swords... My left hand can also wield swords."

It was quiet and startled.

Lin Beichen didn't say what he said.

For a moment, he felt something was wrong.

"This is clearly the leading role script."

Lin Beichen patted his thigh, felt the greasy elasticity of his palm, and said: "director, director, come out quickly, does that guy take the wrong script and take my part?"

Yan Ruyu glares at Lin Beichen.

The numbness and slight pain on the thigh under the long skirt will last for a long time.

The heart lake is rippling.

But when she heard Lin Beichen's words, Yan Ruyu immediately realized that this guy's brain disease had broken out again. He was talking nonsense, so he would pat his thigh vaguely?

The next moment——

"My apprentice..."

A sad voice came from the floating pumice of the immortal sword clan.

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