Chapter 2222: Waste you

The young lady raised her sword finger, and then pointed it out, seemingly slow, but there were countless finger shadows in front of her. Among them was the blue sword gas intertwined, strangling to Ling Shuiyao.
The sword-strength of the gangster's unarmed hand, although not as sharp and overwhelming as that of the sharp sword, is more flexible and more unpredictable. The weapon is only an extension of the hand. In any case, the hand is more flexible than the weapon.
Facing Jianqi's vertical and horizontal, Ling Shuiyao put away his usual casualness, his expression became solemn, his eyes were restrained, and his clear pupil reflected the shadow of Jianqi.
She didn't step back, didn't evade, but took a step forward. She drew a circle in front of her left hand, stabbed it with her right hand and palm, sucking the azure aura energy through the center of the circle.
Hiss ...
The seemingly slow slap palm, but pulled the air out of the air waves visible to the naked eye, making a harsh tearing sound, as if tearing the air.
Whether it is the sword-strength of the young lady or Ling Shuiyao's stabbed palm, it has shown unparalleled power. This kind of power that does not rely on weapons but only on the flesh is even more shocking.
The two confronted each other head-on, and everyone seemed to see the picture of flesh and blood flying. The two peerless beauties seemed to be extinct.
But the two women's faces were not murderous and hatred, but they were relieved. This contrast strongly stimulated everyone's eyes.
Just when everyone was nervous, their hands stopped suddenly, as if time had stopped the car, their sword qi was far from each other's eyebrows.
"I lost." Ling Shuiyao said suddenly.
I do n’t know what they meant, and stopped when I stopped. How can I say I lost? At this moment, a strand of hair fell from Ling Shuiyao's head and fell to the ground.
The audience suddenly realized that Xiao Manxue was superior and shaved a strand of Ling Shuiyao's hair. Then they realized one more thing. How powerful is the two men to stop at the last minute with such powerful martial arts?
The two women smiled at each other, walked down the ring together, as close as sisters, and did not look like rivals at all.
The two returned to Lin Tian and smiled slightly, "Did you scare you?" Smiled slightly mischievously.
Xiao Xiaoxuan answered quickly: "It scared me and thought you were fighting for life and death. You didn't know how nervous Lin Tian was."
"Really? Will you be nervous?" The young lady gave Lin Tian a glance and asked gently.
Lin Lin laughed, pretending to be relaxed: "Of course I'm nervous. It's a pity to leave a scar on such a beautiful face."
"The Big Satyr is superficial, so I know how to look at my face." Ling Shuiyao was very dissatisfied.
Lin Lintian didn't feel ashamed, but said haha, "Who says that I only look at my face, I'm still in shape."
I talked about looking at the beautiful bodies of beautiful women. Lin Tian's rule. Since you said that I was a satyr, I would do something of a satyr. Otherwise, would n’t it be a big loss?
The unscrupulous eyes attracted the consistent white eyes of the beautiful women, and of course the profile of the nearby audience, but they also admired Lin Tian. For such beautiful women, most men talked inferiorly, but Lin Tian laughed freely, but he could also react. Come and make fun of it.
Lin Lintian was lying on a wheelchair obliquely, and she looked a little lazy. She didn't care what others thought, but said lightly: "There is only one last scene, Miss, are you confident?"
Miss Grandma froze slightly, then looked forward, silently. Xiao Manxuan's girls also reacted, and there was a final and most important match.
The ancient martial arts warriors also returned from the first two battles, and the argument gradually became quieter and quieter.
The final battle will be staged soon, and who is the first will be announced soon.
But is there really suspense in the first place? A congenital realm, a day after tomorrow's great consummation, and the obvious facts, maybe, the last battle, just a cutscene. Many people think so, including some big guys.
"Mr. Ji, I'm afraid there is no suspense for this scene?" Situ Yuanzhong smiled slightly.
Xi Ji Wancheng just smiled politely, without a positive response. Situ Yuanzhong raised his eyebrows and turned to Ling Zishan: "Lingge Lord, what do you think?"
Ling Ling Yew looked at Yantai and calmly said, "Who loses and who wins is not so important. Making progress on Yantai is the biggest gain. I believe that many people will break through the bottleneck."
"Oh, I hope so." Situ Yuanzhong smiled, then stopped talking.
没有 No draw this time, the old man announced directly: "In the last game, Ji Zimo played against Xiao Manxue."
Xi Jizimo stood up and instantly became the focus, and everyone looked at him. The young lady looked at Lin Tian and walked up to the ring. The direction of her gaze was not in the audience, nor in Ji Zimo. She just looked at the place one meter in front of her, as if there was something mysterious.
Xi Jizimo held the flying sword in her hand, and the young lady held the painting shadow sword. At this time, the two swords were no longer a pair, because the sword meaning of the painting shadow sword had been merged with the young lady.
In more general terms, Huaying Sword already recognizes the main lady, so even in the face of flying swords, there will be no impact.
"If you lose, the painting sword is returned to Ji's family." Ji Zi's face is expressionless, and her tone is condescending.
"It's too shameful ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This kind of words can also be said." Ling Shuiyao was very upset.
The audience also felt that Ji Zi was inexplicable. This is a contest, not gambling, but they also know that the Ji family is unwilling to paint a sword.
Xi Jizi Mo cares nothing about the eyes of other ancient warriors, and still insists: "If I lose, the sword will be returned to you."
Miss Wu finally moved her eyes and fell on him, but said indifferently: "First, the sword of painting does not belong to Ji's family, so he did not return it."
This sentence changed the face of the Ji family, and it was very unsightly. The Ji family always regarded itself as orthodox. Do you say that it does not belong to the Ji family, do you deny this orthodoxy?
The young lady didn't care about the eyes of Ji's family at all, and she still said indifferently: "Second, you want to gamble with me on the sword, you think too much. The painting sword is mine. Win, we share the same shame, it is not a bargaining chip for anyone! "
These words were uttered loudly, and some people who were not optimistic about the young lady also looked at them.
"Speak well!" Someone screamed, then applauded.
In such a word, many people have become "fans" of the young lady. By contrast, Ji Zimo is not enough.
However, Ji Zimo is a master of congenital realm, with a firm mind and not affected by them at all.
既然 "In this case, I only have to abolish you, and an ancient warrior is a waste, so I don't deserve to have a painting sword!" Ji Zimo's tone was flat, but the words spoken were extremely cold.
You do n’t give it, do n’t cooperate, right, I abandon you, the ancient warrior loses martial arts, and what qualifications are there for the magic weapon, Ji Zimo thinks so.
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