Chapter 118: What about my sword?

The dagger was on the arm of the singer and cut a wound that was ten centimeters long.
The flesh and blood are rolling, and the skin is fleshy.
Blood, along the chin of the high song, ticking, falling.
He continued to run the power of the stars, wanting to stop bleeding, but the effect is not so good. After all, fighting with silence until now, the power of the stars in his body is also a great consumption.
"Hey, are you shameless, are you so shameless?" stood on the side and said with a cold smile.
Silence gave him a look and said: "The next one is you."
"Although come over!" Moran said coldly.
Gao Ge wiped the wound on his arm and interrupted the conversation between the two: "You don't want to brag, you can't beat him."
Mo Ran coughed, thinking about whether to intervene, otherwise, the result is really like the silence just said, after the high song is dead, the next one is himself.
Suddenly, Gao Ge reached out.
"How about using your sword?"
Moran's face changed, biting her lip and not speaking.
For him, the sword is his life.
In fact, it is a clear understanding of people. He knows that he is actually an ordinary person. The reason why he can become Liu Rui and Song Zhi’s nightmare is that they can use their own swords.
Silent eyes are cold, he is not willing to give any chance to sing.
You are sick, you are going to die.
It was hard to get some advantages. He didn't want to waste time and ruin the only advantage.
Taking advantage of the high singer, it is king to kill the opponent immediately.
Grinding, that is the villain in the TV series will do.
Looking at the silence and rushing toward himself, Gao Ge sighed and slammed out, and slammed out with silence.
It is necessary to hurry and kill the silence.
The little dagger in the hand of silence, like an elf, beating on the palm of his hand.
The sharp edge was revealed, and a beautiful arc was drawn, and it was stabbed toward the throat of Gaoge.
Silent shots have always been the case, and the word "狠" has been used to the extreme. In this respect, Gao Ge believes that he needs to study well.
This is the case in actual combat. Through actual combat, you can quickly realize your own shortcomings. By the way, look at the strong place of your opponent and you can get the best.
Gradually, the speed of singing is slowing down a lot.
Several times, they were all hit by silence.
Mo Ran finally couldn't help it, and the stride of the meteor rushed up, and a sword fell, and the silence was forced back.
Silent and cold, looking at Mo Ran, ridiculed: "What is it, afraid of death?"
I feel that silence is a second voice.
This is what I said.
Who is not afraid of death?
"The sword is for me." Gao Ge said.
"I can help you," Moran said.
This is the countermeasure he thought about after a long time.
"You can't kill him," Gao said with a smile. "Otherwise, if you are known, you will get into big trouble."
It’s gone.
"We are here to catch you, you kill him, you will die, unless this thing is unknown," Gao Ge continued.
"Then you can?"
Gao Ge nodded.
I hesitated: "I just killed one..."
"He is hitting your sword, and the person who killed him is also me." Gao Ge said calmly.
Mo Yan took a deep breath and felt that the words of Gao Ge were quite reasonable.
Silence suddenly burst into laughter.
"Fun, interesting, high-song, you used to hide in Xiao Yuran, just to learn the sword? The swordsmanship is almost the same, ready to find a handful of weapons?" Silently bluntly.
The high-browed brow wrinkled, and the subconscious looked toward Mo Ran’s face.
What surprised him was that he was angry with no words of silence, and he was more vigilant about the high songs. Instead, he was relieved and seemed to release something.
"The sword is for you." Mo Yan could not help but say that his sword was sung to the high song, and then looked at the silence. "If you don't say this, I really don't trust, but if you dare to say this, it means you and he are sure." Not one side."
silence:"……"
He didn't know if he should be smart or stupid.
What is the logic of thinking?
Gao Ge holds the sword of Mo Ran, and it is also full of face.
"Go, Pikachu!" Mo Ran was very stunned by the second.
Gao Ge’s face showed a smile and nodded lightly.
Knew it.
The second child is more happy.
He held the cold hilt, and the power of the stars in his body suddenly accelerated the speed of the surging.
Above the blade, a red glow flashes, visible to the naked eye.
Gao Ge was shocked: "Is this?"
As the master of this sword, it is also a look of a ghost: "Is it... is the power shortage?"
Gao Gehehe smiled.
It’s really a second boy...
Silence also rounded up the eyes, some unbelievable.
The red light flashed for a moment, suddenly turned into a red line, and it was almost as if it had been given life, and it was very smart to follow the singer's arm.
From the blade to the arm, it hides under the skin.
A little warmth is the most intuitive feeling of singing at this time.
The power of the stars, the speed of the surging speed is accelerated again.
"it is good……"
Gao Ge’s body shivered slightly.
What he wanted to say, he didn't say anything for a long time.
Silence suddenly rushed toward the high song.
Gao Ge suddenly raised his hand, and the blade shone with a sword light.
Awesome!
This is the first time that Gao Ge has seen Jianguang, and he has attracted swordsmanship before.
After the sword light flashes, a sharp edge will repel the silence.
From the mouth of silence, a clear scream was heard.
At the same time, his chest has been stained with blood.
Gao Ge holds the hilt and finally completes what he wants to say before.
"Well, oh..."
"..." Silenced his wrist, and the little dagger flew toward the high song.
The flash of silver has come to the front.
Gao Ge didn’t think about it. He relied on the instinctive consciousness to lift the sword in his hand again.
The sword wind whizzed past.
The dagger was turned into a powder in the air and scattered down.
Immediately, the singer was empty and the body fell to the ground.
At the moment when I closed my eyes, there was only one thought in my heart.
"I feel that my body is hollowed out..."
Silence, high song, Wang Zhe, all fell to the ground.
There is only one person left alone, still standing in the room.
He licked his hair and his brain was completely out of use.
When I sang a sword before, everything was too fast, and he had no time to react.
Suddenly, his face was white.
Move back and forth a few steps, eyes on the ground.
"What about my sword?"
"What about my sword?"
After looking for a long time, I didn't see the trace of my long sword. He knelt down and grabbed the collar of the high song.
"Give me my sword!"
I am completely panicked.
Without a sword, he is an ordinary person and can't do anything.
"砰".
The door of the room was opened by a person.
There was footsteps behind him.
Unexpectedly, when he came back, he was kicked on the back and kicked the ball.