Chapter 95: Three battles

Chi Lian and Xue Nu, dressed in one red and one blue, are like the heat to the ice. In the move, the former chain sword shows the sharp fangs of the snake indefinitely, and the latter reveals the softness of the water as it dances.
The weapons of both men are long whips, which can instantly produce unimaginable lethality, and can suddenly attack from a seemingly impossible direction. In response to this tricky battle, their concentration was concentrated. Use your unimaginable creativity to let the weapons chase your opponents in your own mind.
If Xue Bo's Ling Bo Feiyan is a dance of death, now, she is dancing close to death. Maybe Chilian never thought of it? Her forceful sharpness inspired Xue Nu's deep instincts of dancing for more than 20 years. Stimulated her inspiration, made the imagination run, and evolved into creativity.
Just as the running water can always slide over the reef, the attack of Chilian is difficult for the Snow Maiden to anticipate at the beginning. She can only follow the waves, avoiding the edge of attack. This not only made her dance a beautiful dance herself, but also made Chilian adapt to her secretly.
Next time, if the two of them fight again, they won't have the offensive and defensive as they do today. Chi Lian will change because she is such a woman. The change in her moves will also make Xue Nuo dance a different dance, which may still be amazing, also unique and unique.
Jingyu feels a pity. He has to deal with Wei Zhuang, but he can't focus on Xue Nu and their side.
‘It seems that only please ask Delaire to save this image for me, and later become the master of this world and come to appreciate it again. 'He thought so, his eyes staring at Wei Zhuang burst into a stunning light. He is going to fight, which indicates that the accumulation of sword power is enough.
The same is true of the Wei Zhuang opposite. I saw a red light above his shark teeth, strange and evil. However, when he was about to make an attack, his eyes suddenly moved down, staring at the black sword in the hands of Jingyu. Its surface was different from what he had seen last time. It even lingered on a layer of red unclear breath that could lower the surrounding temperature. At the same time, there was also the intention of killing the gold horse and the smell of rolling.
The killing atmosphere took shape in no time!
"Hahaha" Wei Zhuang laughed. "Everyone in the world ridicules shark teeth as a demon sword. Isn't your sword demonized?"
"The sword is the sword, what about the demon? What about the demon?" Jingyu said disdainfully, sullenly.
He lifted the black sword flat against his chest, his left finger slowly slipping across the thick blade. The red breath moved with his fingers, solidified. Although it is still as thin as yarn, the sword that used to be red in the middle of the black is now the black in the middle of the red, showing its multiplier power.
Seeing this in his eyes, Wei Zhuang's face appeared a bit of appreciation, "Yes!" I don't know if it is the identification of Jingyu's words, or think that his concept is in line with his appetite. He didn't explain it, maybe it was a relationship of personality, maybe it was no time.
The right side of Jingyu Black Sword waved obliquely, with a roar, and the ground appeared an arc ripple, but the dust was stirred up by the sword wind. He stomped heavily on his legs and his left hand held the hilt. When he swept the ground and stood at the height of Weizhuang Village, he had lifted his sword and slashed down the mountain.
when--! !
The long and long loud noise was as shocking as Hong Zhong. The stubborn metal friction creates a whizzing spark. Jingyu and Weizhuang each leaned forward, and the blades in their hands collided against each other. The momentum climbed to the limit, the conflict produced a cyclone, blowing clothes and hunting.
The air fluctuated, and the ground was unbearable and cracked. On the battlefield of Xue Nu and Chi Lian, Qinger, Duan Murong and other spectators either shifted or retreated. Even so, the breeze that bounced across the face still caused the girls to squint their eyes.
Just then, a white figure behind Wei Zhuang flashed away and the white phoenix started!
With a sound of Long Yin, Qing'er's thin sword came out of her sheath, and then she stabs three swords in one go, attacking the empty, empty, three-way way. She pointed out the tip of the sword, and she saw White Phoenix's face appear with surprise, and then tilted her lips and disappeared again.
auzw.com "It's too slow!" he said, and stood behind Qing'er sword.
"Really?" Unexpectedly, Qing'er didn't turn around, but the thin sword turned back to be the three swords. Unlike the image of the little maidservant when facing Jingyu, Qing'er also has a certain degree of dignity when dealing with irrelevant outsiders. In any case, she also held the position of Jingyu woman for more than two years. The dignity on that face, with her hair, is really a lady or a lady with a heroine.
Bai Fenghuang was forced to retreat to the side, the arm he had originally copied was put down, and there was a trace of interest in his eyes, "I'm underestimating you." Since Qing'er was so quick to move, he understood that Qinger's three swords did not exist at all. Use the highest speed.
This is the fact. Qing'er's martial arts, when Jingyu trained her, was positioned above the word Qingling, pursuing speed and skill but weakness. She is kind-hearted and unwilling to hurt others. When Jingyu taught her this swordsmanship, she was the main guardian. You can stand on one side and face one side, but you can take care of it. Even in the face of a heavy attack, you can puncture the same position multiple times at the same time, causing cumulative strength to resist.
It is true that she should not be able to catch up with Bai Feng, but Bai Feng cannot break into her barriers. You must know that Jingyu, who accompanies her to practice sword skills on weekdays, can achieve the ultimate in speed and strength.
"Sister Duanmu, Yue'er and Xiaoyou please you." Qing'er turned to face Bai Feng without fear, and said to Duan Murong, who took the two girls back a few steps away: "The young master said, never Leaving them, so as not to be attacked by the wicked."
"Well, I know." Duan Murong responded, "You also have to be careful." She herself fought agilely, but she couldn't keep up with Bai Feng's speed and could not help.
Wei Zhuang also brought another Musou Musou here, which brought great pressure to Duan Murong. According to Jingyu, her silver acupuncture does not break Wushuang's skin, but can only attack the eyes, mouth, and pierced ears. Based on this, can she force Wushuang to be close?
Duan Murong felt a little uneasy. For the first time, she complained a little about the old class, why didn't she do what she wrote?
When Bai Fengshi unfolded the speed struggle Qinger, Jing Yu and Wei Zhuang's first confrontation ended. This does not mean that they are fighting away from each other and accumulating power. The two almost stood still and raised their swords to cut. At this point, the sound of ping-pong lingering, and with the sword fight that only shows the flashing afterglow, the two performed a quick body assist. From this end to the other end, he gradually formed his own field of battle that no one dared to step into, so as not to be strangled by the two swordsmen at the same time regardless of the enemy.
When Jingyu and Weizhuang were fighting, their eyes were still staring at them most of the time. This is not just a contest of swordsmanship, but also an impetuous battle. The weak will definitely lose.
Outside these three battle groups, Duan Murong, Yue'er and Xiaoyou stood on one side, and Wushuang on the other. He didn't want to attack in the past, but the battlefield between Jingyu and Weizhuang was in front of him. Every time he moves, Jingyu will properly adjust the strength when facing Wei Zhuang, and move the battlefield to his way.
Wushuang wants to jump. Since his body is also rare for a hundred years, his muscles and bones are strong, and he can exert great strength and can also exhibit a certain amount of bouncing. But Jingyu will always lead the battlefield to Duan Murong's three girls. Behind them are cliffs, and Wushuang will either jump off the cliff or jump under the blades of Jingyu and Weizhuang.
So many times, Wushuang was so angry that he scratched his head and laughed at Xiaoyu. Duan Murong, besides reassuring Yueer and Xiaoyu, could not help but worry about whether Jingyu could cope with Weizhuang. As she is older, she naturally knows that as they fight at the same level, they are always trying to find an advantage. The strength is equivalent, and the suppressed party is naturally more advantageous than the suppressed party.
And Jingyu, when it causes a change of position, is often on the side of being suppressed.
"In the face of me, do you dare to do this, do you really want to die here?" Angry is not only Wushuang, Jingyu can't focus the battle on his victory and defeat, Wei Zhuang has a bad way to play feel.
What made him even more suffocated was that the strange feeling of not being able to handle it last time appeared again. Every time he watched his sword power enveloped Jingyu, it was only one step away from winning, but he was always broken by his few moves and moved his advantage back. Although he did not want to admit, the rhythm of the battle was being controlled by the kid.
"You said so fiercely, it would be nice to see if you actually do it." Jingyu sneered at him carelessly.
"I'll see, how can you succeed." Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed sharply, and he stepped up the offensive. He actually wanted to force Jingyu to retreat to Duan Murong. If Jingyu can't persevere, then the swords of both men will surely involve these three men.
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