Vol 3 Chapter 1322: Such as poetry

The wound on the chest, the blood kept flowing out, and as Mo Ran plunged all the way, sprinkled a road above the ground.
On the edge of the ring, the body swayed a few times, and the body was not smashed.
"How did you find out!" The hand was covered in the wound, but the look was still extremely surprised. I didn't expect my biggest secret, but I touched the other side and exposed it.
When I hit here, the victory and defeat have been divided, and Xiao Chen did not have any embarrassment. He replied truthfully: "At the time of the next battle, there is not much to say, and the installation is too much, and it just reveals that it is not enough."
If it is not the other party, I have been deliberately arbitrarily deliberate, so that Xiao Chen’s heart is doubtful, and it will not find the other side’s flaws so quickly.
Such an answer is obviously unacceptable. It stood for a few seconds before saying: "You wait, wait for my earth to return to the source, and cultivate to the tenth weight. When there are no more flaws, I will report the revenge today. ""
When the voice fell, he took the wound and quickly left the ring, and then he did not go back out of the city.
Xiao Chen looked at the other's back, thoughtfully, has found the other side's flaws.
As a result, the knife was cut down, and even the ribs of the other side were not cut. The body of this guy is indeed a bit of a strong incredible.
If he is allowed to fix this weakness, it will certainly be a difficult opponent. Xiao Chen secretly noticed and recorded this young master from the Devil Sea.
After winning two consecutive games, I was still calm, and the state of Xiao Chen made the audience in the field feel a little unbelievable.
At the Tianjiao Summit, there are absolutely no weak people who can break into the semi-finals. All of them are talents and geniuses in the genius.
Xiao Chen was able to come with a strong killing order. It seemed to be a breeze. He took this Huang Yun and Mo Ran and invited them out without mercy.
"Good eyesight, maybe, he can really break the record of 10,000 years and become the first leader to succeed in killing and killing."
"It's hard to say that the more he goes back, the more cards he exposes and the more he consumes. Just two games, it seems that he seems to win easily, but I'm sure that his rule is not too small."
"Yes, and Leng Xin and Sima Lingxuan, these two masters of swords are not so good, they are all heading for the first."
"I don't know, who will choose this Xiao Chen, the strength of Leng Xin and Sima Ling Xuan, seeing the previous performance, seems to be between the middle and the middle."
"If it is me, I will choose Sima Lingxuan, the guy who is cold, and the temperament is too terrible. I always feel unfathomable."
After two battles, the former warrior who did not have much hope for Xiao Chen ignited a glimmer of hope and began to speculate on the future battle.
Defeat Mo Ran, Xiao Chen look, there is still no fluctuation. The line of sight was turned over in Sima Lingxuan and Leng Xin, and it was locked in Leng Xin.
As soon as the cold wind drifted, the temperature on the entire platform suddenly dropped, and the cold face was expressionless: "Han Binghai, cold Xin please advise."
After the ceremony was finished, the whole person’s momentum became colder, and his eyes were free from Xiao Chen’s body, every corner.
The eyes of the swordsmen are as sharp as an eagle. As long as there is any flaw in Xiao Chen, they will find out between them, and then attack with the thunder.
After Xiao Chen’s heart was condensed and saw the other’s gaze, he knew that he had met a difficult opponent. It’s more difficult than the previous two.
Huh!
The cold wind was above the ring, drifting back and forth, the two looked at each other, secretly competing with the momentum, not rushing to start, but waiting for the other party, the moment of unsettled, suddenly shot, in one fell swoop to gain the upper hand.
In the battle between the swordsman and the swordsman, the moment of the shot, who can get the upper hand, almost determined the outcome of the game.
The person who has the disadvantage of the wind can never turn over. Of course, the premise of all is that the realm of the two is similar.
People can't be perfect, even if they are standing still, the ups and downs of the momentum, the change of mentality, the fluctuation of thoughts, and the speed of blood flow, can't always stay at the peak.
There are no exceptions, there will always be flaws.
In the cold wind, the eyes of the two people seem to have flashed a ray of light, while capturing the tiny flaws of the other side, and instantly shot.
At the same time, the sword was unsheathed, and it was not yet touched. The violent Thunder knife soul and the cold sword soul formed their respective potentials, and the fierce confrontation.
The sound of sings, endless in the ears, permeates every corner of the ring, between heaven and earth, as if there are thousands of swords and long knives in their respective fights.
The swords and swords are shining everywhere, the thunder and the ice are in the opposite direction.
Thunder and screaming, tearing out countless lightnings, cold and ruthless, falling out of thousands of snowflakes.
clang!
The two men got up and jumped. Among the various visions, the figure was decided, and the sword collided for the first time.
The sound of the knife and the sword, what a sound, like a dragon, breaking through the clouds, tearing the clouds. The golden sunshine that fell is like a holy light. It condenses the moment of the confrontation between Xiao Chen and Leng Xin, forming a shocking picture.
Hey!
The two men stepped back and forth, each of them launched a powerful body and quickly joined hands.
Every time you play, the sword will touch the sound of the dragon, rushing away, tearing the clouds, leaving a golden glow.
Whether it is Xiao Chen's Thunder Dragon Steps or Leng Xin's unseen mysterious pace, it is almost reaching a limit. The eyes of ordinary people cannot see clearly, the trajectory of their two actions.
Only when the Holy Light falls, will the two people's figure be solidified into a picture like a poem, falling in the eyes of everyone.
Watching the fierce battle between the two is like looking at a wonderful picture, and as the page is turned over, it is getting better. With the picture that is printed in your mind, the heart is fluctuating and the blood is expanding.
There is no shortage in the moon!
The water moon is boundless!
After another hundred strokes, the two men and women, each playing a killing trick, began a fierce battle and wanted to gain the upper hand.
Two rounds of bright moon, appearing behind their respective bodies, Xiao Chen’s knives are the glory of the brightest moon, and hegemony.
The cold swordsmanship, but the combination of sea water and bright moon, the quiet and peaceful, but inseparable entanglements, more complicated than Xiao Chen's simple overbearing.
In the two months of arguing, one side is a month without glory. One side is a reflection in the water. On the surface is the moon. In fact, it is still a layer of cold water.
After a stroke, the clouds in the sky have been completely shattered, and a large piece of golden light, like a waterfall, flows straight down.
Compared with the dim sky around, the two of the golden light in the bath, although the clothes are broken, the wounds on the body are not only bloody, but they all look holy and have an inexplicable breath, lingering on the two.
In the heart, there is a sense of worship in the endless.
Without him, both of them are real swordsmen and swordsmen, possessing the soul of this world, the extremely rare swordsman, and the soul of the swordsman.
Xiao Chen stood with a knife, above the tip of the knife, a drop of blood, slowly falling.
In contrast to the cold, the top of the sword, the same drop of blood, the killing of the two, are waving the moment, while hurting each other.
However, the results are very different.
Xiao Chen looked at Leng Xin and said: "Your swordsmanship is completely different from my knife technique, but my body is much stronger than you. This battle will go down and you will lose only you."
Cold Xin's face, slightly pale, defaulted to Xiao Chen's statement, but did not intend to admit defeat.
"I still have a chance to fight. If this sword can't defeat you, I will automatically admit defeat."