Although Qi Lin was on guard against men, the distance was too close. Even though he had dodged for a moment, the concealed weapon still rubbed his arm
A small cut on his arm didn't really affect him.
But!
"Mean!" He let out a low curse.
The concealed weapon was poisonous. In a moment, his arm almost lost consciousness. He knew that it would spread all over his body.
"I specially increased the weight for you. I don't think your right hand can move now. It's all over you right now." Men are very confident, after all, is to use in Qi Lin, so before he has tried to find someone many times, absolutely no problem.
As for the time when the man spoke, Qi Lin's feet were also unconscious. He almost couldn't stand and staggered back two steps. Finally, he sat down.
Fortunately, there was a table behind him to lean against, otherwise he would fall on the ground in an ugly way.
Looking at Qi Lin's embarrassment, the man suddenly said, "at the beginning, I just wanted to use you to help me. As a result, you were very powerful. After two years, you got attention and actually wanted to climb on my head. At the beginning, I could save you, but now I can destroy you."
Of course, the man knew that Qi Lin didn't want to stay in Youtong and compete with him for the second place, but he still wanted to destroy Qi Lin, who had robbed himself in only two years. How could he survive!
Qi Lin is also very clear about this in his heart. He knows that it's useless to say anything now.
So he didn't say it. He saw a dagger on the man's hand, and then stabbed him in the heart
He wasn't stabbed. He didn't move, but he wasn't stabbed.
Because of Fu Zimu.
Fu Zimu, who has never made a sound and is so weak that he is regarded as "transparent", waves his soft sword to the man while the man stabs Qi Lin.
The sword with dazzling light at the same time forced, the man had to hide, so the knife did not go down.
The man is also angry immediately, plan to also give Fu Zimu a concealed weapon to eat.
Fu Zimu just didn't see how the man sent out the concealed weapon, so he didn't give the man any chance to do it. The sword in his hand kept waving to the man. The long sword really had an advantage at the moment, forcing the man to hide and retreat
Looking at Fu Zimu's handsome and sensitive movements, Qi Lin realized that the boy, who looked childish and weak on the surface, had good skills and was very beautiful with soft sword.
Yes, it's beautiful.
The delicate soft sword with his actions can be described as beautiful.
How can a man who can climb up the second chair of Youtong face a soft sword.
What's more, Fu Zimu's actual combat experience is too immature. When the soft sword is picked by the dagger on the man's hand, he changes the direction to himself fiercely. At the same time, the man also stabs the dagger with absolute determination
Anxiously, he didn't control the trajectory of the soft sword. He saw that he was about to be cut by the soft sword he waved. At that moment, his hand holding the sword was held, and his waist was also held
Qi Lin embraces Fu Zimu from behind and takes Fu Zimu to avoid the stab of the dagger. At the same time, he holds Fu Zimu's sword hand and helps to control the trajectory of the soft sword. He quickly goes to the man
The soft sword is thin and sharp, but Qi Lin's action is fast and steady. The man can't cope with the trajectory of the soft sword. He hides awkwardly for a few times and cuts off the blood vessels on his wrist. Then the soft sword immediately changes the trajectory, leaving an obvious bloodstain on the side of the man's neck