Chapter 440

Singing is not a simple audience.

It is very rare for a master to fight for sword cultivation.

So singing while watching, while trying to figure out each other's way.

It is said that experts watch the doorway and outsiders watch the excitement.

Shao Shuai and others are watching the excitement.

In addition to a few words "lying trough" and "cow force", there is basically no nutritional evaluation.

"They are also brave!" Shao Shuai sighed, "don't you worry that the people in the Dragon Pavilion will come to finish up with so much trouble?"

"Obviously they won't fight that long." Shao San said with a smile, "although I'm not their opponent, in my opinion, the fight will end soon."

"Oh?" Shao Shuai wondered, "I looked at them. How do I think they are equal?"

"That's because the big man still has a backhand."

Shao Shuai was surprised: "do you have a back hand?"

"Yes, I think he looks more like studying the sword moves of Ming Xingjian Zun. Of course, another reason is that he wants to minimize his price." Shao Shuai said, "if you look carefully, you will find that although his attack slowed down, he still blocked all escape routes of Mingxing jianzun, which shows his determination to kill each other. If he wants to end the battle in the shortest time, it's not difficult as long as he pays some price."

Shao Shuai smiled, shook his fan and said, "I understand when you say so. I'm not stupid. This guy is worried that someone will take advantage of it!"

Shao San gave a thumbs up: "young master is wise."

Wang Lai is in a hurry.

The master and servant sang in unison. He found that he couldn't talk at all.

Moreover, it was hard for him to believe that Shao San, a serious looking man, was still a licking dog.

He thought for a long time about what Shao Shuai said, but he didn't understand which direction Shao Shuai's wisdom came out from.

Isn't that bullshit with your eyes open?

Hey, I still have to learn slowly

"Hey, that's not interesting!" Shao Shuai suddenly worried, "if we wait for Ming Xingjian Zun to die and the man hasn't been hurt, we'll wait until now for nothing."

"Then either I go down?" Shao San asked tentatively.

Shao Shuai glanced at him: "are you going to die?"

Shao San hehe smiled.

Wang came to see the goose bumps all over his body.

He understood.

What Shao Sangang just said is definitely not just talk.

But a very serious attitude.

If Shao Shuai nodded just now and thought what Shao San said was ok, Shao San would really rush over.

Rush to die!

fuck!

Do you work so hard as a dog leg?

It's fun!

Immortal opponent!

Wang Lai is really desperate

Wang Lai is desperate, and others are more desperate than Wang Lai.

Ming Xingjian Zun.

Shao San could understand what he had said before, and Ming xingjianzun, as a party, did not make the mistake of being a fan of the situation. He was very clear in his heart and penetrated the other party's purpose of boiling frogs in warm water. In fact, he is not a fool. If he has a chance, he will find a way to break out and save his life and leave first. Anyway, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Even though he is never willing to recognize himself as a gentleman in his heart, it is not a matter of heart to be a gentleman occasionally in order to survive.

But the eight big men didn't give him such a chance at all. Whenever he wanted to break through, the other party would rush up and lay layers of defense.

This is a madman!

We are all sword practitioners in the master's realm. Can we die if we give each other some face?

As a result, Ming Xingjian Zun also fell into madness.

"Hey, hey, if you want to kill me, at least you have to lose a few pieces of meat!"

Ming Xingjian Zun, who was in a crazy state, completely put down his idea of escape and rushed towards the enemy like a mad dog. The roaring speed of sword Qi accelerated, and the surging speed of Qi in Ming Xingjian Zun also increased a lot. The long sword in his hand kept gathering sword light and mobilizing the vigorous wind around him.

Even if you can't live, you have to die, don't you?

It was precisely because of this idea that Ming Xingjian Zun suddenly realized a lot.

Eight big men frowned, bit their teeth and rushed over.

A whoosh.

Ming Xingjian Zun took the long sword out of his hand.

The long sword collided with the Han's long sword and forced the other party back. With this power, the long sword returned to Mingxing sword Zun again.

He took the long sword and came to the big man in the blink of an eye. Facing the fierce sword of the other party, Ming Xingjian Zun smiled with a cold smile. He stared at his opponent, his body went up against the sword, and waved the long sword in his hand.

I'll trade my life for yours!

I dare!

Dare you?

Eight great men counseled Ming Xingjian Zun's torture from the depths of his soul.

I can't help it!

He is not afraid to fight.

But fighting a madman is really a numbing thing.

The Long Sword Pierced Mingxing jianzun's wrist. He himself was knocked out by the sword wind.

"Come again!" Ming Xingjian Zun laughed and spread his hair. He rubbed his face with one hand, roared and rushed to the soft land.

"Madman..." the eight big men had a headache and were forced back for a distance.

"Well, it's hard to feel aggressive by the other party? I told you, this is not what we Xiaoshan sword sect did. You just don't want to believe it. If you don't believe it, die for me!" Ming Xingjian respected a sword, another fist hit the other party's chest, and another sword hit his abdomen, which also sent his opponent out.

That's it.

Life for life.

Although batiao doesn't like this way, it's different from love!

It's not that you don't want to.

Is there a feeling of "overbearing president falling in love with me"?

This is what Ming Xingjian Zun wants to ask the eight great men most.

In the face of Ming Xingjian Zun, who was in a state of madness, the eight big men also felt a little headache.

It seems impossible to cook frogs in warm water.

Such a situation is naturally the best for singing.

He could not help but be awesome.

In singing, the best result must be that the two died together.

If it's a little worse, it has to be a warped braid, and one is about to be warped.

Think about some small expectations!

"Come on, come on..." I couldn't help singing and began to clench my fist to cheer for the lovely Ming Xingjian zunda.

Another loud drink.

Ming xingjianzun and eight big men collided again.

With the sound of a sword, the vast energy, centered on two people, began to spread.

There is quite an atmosphere of seeing mountains and flat mountains and reclaiming the sea!