Chapter 295

A sword Spirit fell from the sky, and the phantom of a long sword with a length of 100 meters went straight to the ground!

This can't help but remind Jiang Lin of the demacia sword that symbolizes justice

Bai qianluo quickly opened the distance. After the dust dispersed, a woman was across the river in front of Bai qianluo.

The woman was also wearing this blue Palace Dress, a cicada wing tulle and a pair of embroidered shoes. Her appearance was exquisite and even similar to that of the elder martial sister, but her figure was more mature than that of the elder martial sister.

In particular, the long hair is tied into a single horsetail and draped on one side of the shoulder, giving people a sense of being a wife.

It's just the lady's hairstyle. It seems very dangerous.

"Mother!"

Looking at the woman in front of him, Jiang Lin has been hurt a lot. The elder martial sister with a little pale face subconsciously shouted that her eyes are incredible.

"Mother?"

Jiang Lin was also stunned. He subconsciously followed the elder martial sister and blurted out.

"Who are you? Young master, I don't remember that I betrothed Qingwan to you. "

Hearing Jiang Lin calling himself "mother", the woman turned around and stroked her with her hands in front of her. Her dignified and calm appearance even made Jiang Lin feel like such a gorgeous feeling if the elder martial sister became a wife.

"Er..." Jiang Lin was a little embarrassed. According to this atmosphere, he can't say it's a question

"Jianzong Lin XiuXiu, hello."

Looking at the dignified woman in front of her, Bai qianluo carried her hands behind her. She was also so "cynical".

Jiang Lin felt as if nothing could make her care for the Nine Tailed Tianhu.

"Bai qianluo, are you immortal?"

"Hee hee... After seven or eight years in the demon family world, I broke through unconsciously."

Lin Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly: "do you want to be my enemy? But it's not enough just in the early days of immortals. "

Bai qianluo quickly waved his hand:

"Don't... I can't provoke you Jianzong. What if you Jianzong plug me into a Hedgehog.

However, that man is very important to my disciple. Can the sword sect please let me take him away?

Or does the sword sect want to rob me of a man... Don't... "

Lin Xiu took a look at Jiang Lin.

In fact, she noticed him from the last round of zongmen's martial arts competition. In his fight with the demon family and Bai qianluo just now, his sword Qi also brightened Lin XiuXiu's eyes.

This young man is not surprised. He is a good seedling to enter the upper five realms.

However, there are so many talents in the way of practice, and how few have really achieved anything.

"I'm going to take my daughter back, this man, whatever you want."

"That's easy, thanks."

"No! I'm not going back! I won't give Xiaolin to anyone! "

When Lin XiuXiu and Bai qianluo decide, Lin Qingwan protects Jiang Lin.

In her eyes, there is determination!

Similarly, Chen's marriage is also a fist fight!

Looking at his daughter, Lin Xiu frowned slightly.

This little girl ran away from home for seven or eight years. She not only didn't play enough, but also found a man out to get emotional?

Just, is this man worthy of Qing Wan? First, he is really qualified to join our sword sect.

"I ask you." Lin XiuXiu turned to face Jiang Lin, "would you like to go to wanjianzhou sword sect with me? If you nod your head, no one can hurt you today. You go with Qingwan. "

Lin XiuXiu's invitation, let alone Jiang Lin, surprised Lin Qingwan and Chen's marriage. Only Bai qianluoman smiled, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Lin Qingwan bit her red lips with her teeth, and her eyes were full of tension.

For Lin Qingwan, although she doesn't want to go back to Jianzong, if Xiao Lin agrees, what if she goes back? Where Xiao Lin goes, she will go.

Even Lin Qingwan fantasized about practicing sword with Xiao Lin every morning.

However, although Lin Qingwan hopes Xiaolin can nod and agree, she won't say much.

She knows that all this needs Xiaolin's own decision. She will not interfere with Xiaolin's decision, and she will respect all Xiaolin's decisions, whether before, now, or in the future.

Of course, if Xiao Lin wants to abandon himself, let's say something else (take the dream of misty forest as an example)

Chen married with a small mouth.

For this simple minded girl, she doesn't want Xiao Lin to join the sword sect and leave herself. In that case, if she wants to see Xiao Lin, she will have to run a long distance.

But I hope he agrees. Chen also knows that the gap between the Nine Tailed Tianhu in front of him is too big. It is difficult to protect Xiaolin with his current self.

Bai qianluo looked at Jiang Lin more interestingly and wanted to see what kind of choice he would make.

"Sorry..."

Jiang Lin wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stood up with the first snow.

"Niang... No... Yue... No, Mrs. Lin, thank you for your kindness, but I don't like moving my nest very much. At home, there are still people waiting for me to go back."

"Oh? If I forcibly take Qingwan away, you are separated by two places. Who are more important than Qingwan? "

Jiang Lin looked at the two girls around him, and the figure of master and Niannian also appeared in his mind. He smiled and crossed the sword in front. Under his skin, it was like ice and snow covered, frost and snow Bunsen: "elder martial sister and them, I want it!"

......

"Sister Mo Li, let's go."

The master peak of ethereal sect looked at Mo Li and the dancing butterfly smiled gently.

However, Mo Li still maintained the defensive posture of holding a dagger with both hands, and the cold sweat from the forehead slowly flowed down the girl's smooth forehead.

Dancing butterflies are not annoyed. Lotus steps forward, but they haven't waited for dancing butterflies to take one step. With a roar in the sky, Molu tube falls in front of Moli.

"Grandpa..."

"Don't be afraid, grandpa is here."

Looking at Han Ba Si's stomach pierced through a hole, and the sword spirit was still owned by Ma Dongqiang's life flying sword, although moluguan was surprised, he soon stabilized his mind after a long storm.

"Stabilize the injury first."

Moluguan took out a blood pill and handed it to Han Bashi.

With the patriarch nearby, Han Bashi also had no ink. He meditated on the spot to prevent his injury from worsening.

"Is master Mo seriously injured? Do you want to be brave? "

Looking at the pale mulu tube, the butterfly dance tone was casual.

"Is the world of the demon world a little bit of my Hao Ran world, or does not the first one of my tiny Indus state put it in my eyes? Think a traitor can completely shut down my mountain protection array? "

Muru Guan whispered. The fengless ink pool cut his wrist and blood fell to the ground.

"Do you know why the leaders of other sects take turns regardless of blood relationship, while my ethereal sect comes down in one continuous line?"

As the old man's words dissipated, blood dripping on the earth, like water dripping on the lake, and the ground rippled like ripples on the lake.

A moment later, a rosefinch's song cut through the sky like the sun in the middle of the sky.