Chapter 6259: Holding a sword

He is the son of the sword, Xie Ming, who was born in a cold and bitter family. When he was a child, he was accidentally given a pass to the practice.
Twenty years ago, in the South, a single sword and a sword in the scattered repairs made a big name, but unfortunately there was a lack of inheritance. After repairing into the voyage, there was no way to go forward, the gates were not collected, the small door was not enough, only halfway. Trusted in the snow country.
The first-class guest of the Shaofu government is basically set directly upon the appointment of the Shaofu government. Only Xie Ming, starting from the lowest third-class guest, all the way to do the task, the real credit has become a first-class guest, can be said to rise in the end All the way to cultivate and steadily and steadyly, it is the object of the second-class guest Qing of the Shaofu government.
If it is not necessary, Wang Quanfugui does not want to conflict with such people, but the sword-bearing son Xie Mingzhen is going to be strong for a group of idiots, and he is also half-deserved.
"I came to Ye Qian, your business is handled by yourself, it has nothing to do with me!"
In the eyes of Xie Ming, the sword-bearing son, a fine light passed through, and he carefully examined the power of Wang Quan. He had heard the rumors that Wang Quan was not very good, but he didn’t feel relieved, just as he chose to take a step by step and practice his practice. Tao, it is also the ability to go through the Tianjie Trail, who can't say who is better.
When I saw it today, the feeling that Wang Quanfu gave him was not useless. The group of people behind him planned what he knew naturally. When the purpose was the same, some people were stronger than the loner, and the goal was conflicting. As he does now, he does not mind selling teammates directly, giving the group behind him a lesson.
"The number of the three of you called the most embarrassing, do you come out or I go in?"
Wang Quanfu looked quite amazed at the sword-bearing son Xie Ming, nodded to him, not the best in nature, less trouble, as for those who jumped out to add to him, Wang Quanfu bloodthirsty eyes finally locked in The most happy three people, a corner of the mouth raised a cruel smile.
"Looking at you early is not pleasing to the eye!"
"Little face is dead!"
"Go and hug your thighs, come out and throw someone!"
The three men who were locked in by the royal power and eyes were taken out of the blade. They were not as rich as the royal power. They shouted and killed the king.
For a time, the three spirits killed the king and the rich, but the momentum was huge, but there was no killing. The three seemed to be quite tacit and only wanted to kill the royal power, let it be ugly, and the meaning of half-life was not.
The three people are very fierce, and the move is also decisive. The scattered training can be mixed into the voyage. The six kings are not stupid. The royal power is the son-in-law of the king. They will at most let the king's wealthy face, stepping on the name, killing, impossible.
"Rubbish!"
The king's wealthy face was disdainful, and the words were cold and cold in the mouth, and even the sword did not come out. From the original place, it became a line, and the two palms swallowed and directly shot on the back of the three people who could not respond.
The blood spurted out, and the three were directly thrown off the dust. The five bodies cast the ground, and the gray head slammed on the ground and licked a few mouthfuls of blood.
"Who else?"
Wang Quanfu returned to the original place, and his eyes were cold and staring at the audience.
He did not kill, this is not a family of royal powers, and he is not allowed to kill.
Everyone looked at the three people who fell on the ground for a long time, and they were silent and silent.
These three people are all second-class guest secrets, and they are all better than the royal powers. They are actually being spiked in an instant. In addition to the sword-bearing son Xie Ming, the other people present may not have an enemy.
All the guests have regretted it. They are too wrong. If they don't have the ability, how could they be seen by the great king Xu Da, and they want to sell their daughters out, knowing why they should be offended, holding the thighs and mixing them!
Even the first-class guest, who holds the sword, is in full bloom, and a war is spreading.
"Do you combine secrets with step-by-step blood lotus?"
Xie Ming, the son of the sword, asked with a guess.
"good eyesight!"
Wang Quanfu looked at Xie Ming with a strange look. The corner of his mouth contained a smugness. Few people saw where his strange speed came from. He was not good at showing off himself. This time he finally met a person who knew the goods. He couldn’t help but feel good about Xie Ming. increase.
"Good understanding! Do you practice swords?"
The sword-bearing son Xie Ming nodded and seemed to recognize the royal power and asked very seriously.
"practice!"
Wang Quan's wealthy little smile is a stiff, compared to his speed, his sword can only be said to be so sloppy, even the sword can not do.
"That's not so good? It doesn't matter, you should make a move first, let me see how fast your body can be!"
Xie Ming, the son of the sword, seems to have heard the unconfidence in the tone of the royal power. He still has some interest in the power of the king. Some of them are condescending to send a battle invitation to the king.
"Don't think about keeping a hand, if you don't do your best, maybe you don't even have a second chance!"
Xie Ming, the son of the sword, thought about it, and he was very careful to persuade him, and he looked at the king and the rich.
"Big brother, do you say that your little brother can play Xie Ming?" When the room in the room did not know when to open the window, Xiaoyuan squatted on the window sill and looked at Wang Quanfu and Xie Ming, some worried,
"Xie Ming, the son of the sword, Xiaoyuan heard him. I heard that the sword is very powerful. It is commonplace to win the weak. If you have not been able to cultivate your position in recent years, you will become a special guest!"
"It doesn't matter if you can't beat it, anyway, you can't die!" Ye Qian didn't care. He felt the temperament of the blood sword elders in the Xie Ming's swords and no other things. He was not optimistic about the power of the king.
The power of the king is rich and fast, and the ordinary genius can basically achieve the same level of invincibility. The murder wins and wins. It looks quite powerful, but the person who really encounters the metamorphosis point fails quickly.
Wang Quanfugui is on Xie Ming, if he is betting on who wins, Ye Qianning would like to press on Xie Ming who does not understand.
"How can it be okay, the little brother can't beat, the big brother is not in trouble, but also to fight with someone!" The small rounded voice replied, watching the eyes of Wang Quan's wealthy eyes are quite irritating.
"What you said is really right!"
Ye Qian obviously ignored this point, and suddenly there was a bit of pain in the egg. It didn’t mean that there was no reason to fight with someone. It’s not good to have the feeling of bullying the honest man. I hope that the power of the king will be more competitive!
Just now you said that you are looking for Ye Qian, how did you suddenly change? And your one who won the appearance, who is giving you confidence, believe it or not, and beat you to break down in minutes!
Wang Quanfugui looked at the sword-bearing son Xie Ming in a speechless manner, and took a deep breath. Xie Ming is not just the same as those who can be compared with each other. Since he was promoted, Ye Qian’s big perversion is not mentioned. I haven't met a real opponent yet, and a little bit of warfare has sprung up.
Fight and fight!
A long sword appeared in the hands of the royal power, and the blood sword gave the sword to Ye Qian. He used the previous weapons. The royal family had better, but the royal power did not change, and the former blood sword was short. The use of the smooth, waiting for this matter, he directly replaced the blood sword, no need for other swords.
"Everything goes away, or you don't come to me if you kill it by mistake!"
Wang Quanfugui’s eyes were murderous, and he was impatiently yelling at the group of second and third-class guests behind Xie Ming. It was not his kindness to clear the field before the battle. A bunch of people behind Xie Ming really affected his body.
"Nobody in the eyes, you..." The voice did not fall, and Xie Ming was scattered behind him. There was only one who didn’t have long eyes and wanted to scream and scream, and he was instantly stunned by the people around him. At the office.
"Why do you use a sword?" The sword-bearing son Xie Ming's eyes are ethereal, a trace of indescribable momentum, without the sharpness of the sword repair, more like the unopened epee, Taishan pressed to the crown of the king.
"Why don't you use a sword?" Wang Quanfu, a singer, asked a question, and his heart was a battle. Just as he did not consciously embark on the road of cultivation, the sword was only the right to teach the sword at first, and he learned it.
Feeling the pressure from the pavement, Wang Quanfu frowned. Under this momentum, he had not made a move, and he felt vaguely suppressed.
"It seems that the sword is not a weapon with you, but it is a pity that your understanding!" The sword-bearing son Xie Ming sighed and seemed disappointed with Wang Quanfu.
"Oh!" Wang Quanfu turned his eyes in his heart and did not care about Xie Ming’s words. He relied on speed rather than swords in his hands.
Speed, when he first learned to learn secrets, he fell in love with the extraordinary excitement, the whole world seems to be slowing down, an unprecedented clarity appeared in his eyes, and the mind is more pure and light. .
Then see if your sword is fast, or my body is fast!
Wang Quanfu's mouth smirked a smile, and the whole body turned into a rainbow. The thunder was too late to shoot at Xie Ming. The blood sword in his hand did not have any moves, and instantly wiped Xie Ming's neck.
"Hey..."
Xie Ming’s long sword in his arms jumped out of the scabbard. Without a step earlier, there was no point in the night, which cleverly blocked the sword of the royal power.
Wang Quanfugui has no nostalgia, like an assassin, missed a hit in the middle of a blow, and increased the speed by three points, turning into a light again.
"Hey..."
Xie Ming still has no extra movements, and the long sword in his hand moves slightly, and no difference is once again blocking the sword of the royal power.
"Little brother is so powerful, Xiaoyuan can't see him!"
Not far away, the room in the room, Xiaoyuan marveled, the kingship is too rich, her vision can not capture the shadows completely, can only see a stream of blood and continually crossed Xie Ming, and then came the crisp sound of the blade collision .
"He lost!"
Ye Qian sighs, the field does not seem to be the winner, the speed of the actual royal power has been completely mastered by Xie Ming, otherwise it will not be recruited and sent first, blocking the sword of the royal power.
"You lost!"
Xie Ming was quite boring and spit out three words. In the face of the resurgence of the royal power, the long sword finally came out of the sheath and was unbiased, as if he had sent it to the door, and the sword was on the neck of the royal power...