Vol 3 Chapter 122: The beginning of the drama

The small sword like a needle penetrates the river and breaks into the waves, and will reach Chen’s eyebrows.
The white long river section collapsed, and thousands of sprays were stacked on top of each other, and they were also photographed on the chest of Xu Weihua.
This is an absolute loss of both sides. In the eyes of any normal person, Chen Lizhen will definitely avoid it. After all, Chen Weihua has reached the limit. After this sword, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to display the same powerful sword.
However, it is shocking that Chen Lizhen did not avoid it.
He silently looked at the sword that stabbed his eyebrows. The real element steadily poured into the sword in his hand. All the world's vitality accumulated in the body was before the eyebrows.
From his neck to the eyebrows, there are countless white air streams.
These white air flows are interlaced, just like letting him wear a white mask.
And his eyebrows are showing a blue color.
A condensed blue color is like a small blue-colored square monument, welcoming the sword that stabbed his eyebrows.
The clothes of Xu Weihua were blown up by the strong currents, hunting like a flag, and some broken clothesets flew from his body directly like a butterfly.
In the next moment, the white spray will be shot on him, and his sword will hit the small blue square monument.
However, at this time, his gaze fell to the sky above the head of Chen Lie.
His sword was swept up.
His people also flew like butterflies and flew up.
Thousands of waves rushed from under his feet.
A scream of anger.
Sword gas stabbed upwards, leaving a sword mark on the small cyan square monument, and then continued upwards, a clear and extremely empty hole appeared in the wind, and the sword gas was going to pierce the sky above.
Time is like a pause.
Chen Lizhen’s calm eyes just had an incomprehensible shock. The small blue square monument on his face before his eyebrows suddenly collapsed and turned into countless white waves.
And these white sprays are completely different from the ones in his body, and they are slamming on his face!
The bang banged.
An incredible exclamation sounded.
Chen Lijun’s entire body flew backwards like a wooden stake that was thrown out, and a clear bone crack was heard between his back neck.
Immediately after the slamming loud noise, Chen Lijun’s body fell heavily on the ground, and it shook the dusty waves.
The camp in the spectator was dead.
From being hit to flying, it has been a long time in the world of practitioners, but until then, the vast majority of the students who watched the battle did not react.
Chen Lizhen, who was drowned by the flying dust, did not die. His eyes were stunned and shocked, and he felt that his body could not move. Then he felt that his neck bone had broken many times under the attack. .
The sword that almost slanted his eyebrows seemed to reverberate in front of him. He vaguely began to understand... The sword actually used his strength, and it was brought out by his condensed vitality. A meaning!
"Let the mountain mark!"
"This is the Xu Jianfu style of your Xuhou government!"
A blood rushed from his lips and teeth, and he called it even more unintelligible. "How could this be!"
The sound echoed in the valley and even covered the sound of all the battles beside it.
This voice also began to echo in the hearts of many watching students.
Their eyes fell on the Xu Weihua who had just landed.
Because Chen Lizhen shouted out this sword-like name, they knew that Chen Lizhen’s incomprehension at the moment was not because of the sword itself.
A few drops of blood dripped from the corner of Xu’s mouth.
Looking at the old friends who fell in the dust, Xu Weihua was silent for a moment, saying: "Because you have always been afraid of me."
Chen Yizhen stayed for a more incredible voice: "Afraid of you?"
"Although your ranking on the talented book is higher than mine, you have always been afraid of being overtaken by me."
Xu Weihua looked at him and nodded slowly. "The more you know about me, the more you are afraid of me...so I know that you will never let it, because you want quick fix, you don't want to What happened, and I know that you have built a green shirt."
"How is it possible!" Chen Liyi cried again: "How can you know."
"Because when you come to the sword, your eyes are filled with satisfaction and joy that you don't have on weekdays. I know that you must have built a green shirt."
Xu Weihua coughed softly and looked at his lost eyes. He shook his head in a blank expression: "In fact, I know you very well, because I care about the feelings of friends, so I know that you will use that way." Come face my sword. Unfortunately, you don't care enough about your friends' feelings, not enough to understand me. So you will lose."
After saying this, Xu Fuhua no longer looked at Chen Lijun, turned and walked toward Ding Ning and others.
Until then, many candidates were completely reacted... Xu Weihua defeated Chen Lijun, and Xu Weihua did not fall down, and even might face an opponent below.
First, Xie Rou, then He is a dynasty, and then down is Chen Lijun.
These three people are the most likely candidates to be eliminated in the eyes of all, but they all win.
"How could this be?"
A blue robe teenager couldn't help but sound the same voice as Chen Lizhen.
He thinks that this is simply an inexplicable curse affecting such a sword.
"Weekly forget the year."
At this moment, the very casual singer of the name of the singer of the singer of the singer of the mountain screamed his name.
This blue robe boy is a Zhou Yongnian who has ridiculed Ding Ning and has had a verbal conflict with Xie Changsheng.
When I heard my name, Zhou’s body suddenly stunned, but in the next moment, his body vibrated more intensely.
"To Ding Ning."
The practitioner of Lushan Jianzong shouted the name of Ding Ning casually.
There was a dead silence between the fields.
Even many of the opponents have temporarily stopped their hands.
This is the beginning of a real drama.
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"Master..." Zhang Yi turned to look at Ding Ning, although she knew that Ding Ning’s appearance was a matter of morning and evening, but at this time I didn’t know what kind of mood he was, but he was too nervous to speak.
"There is no suspenseful battle, and there is nothing to worry about."
Ding Ning looked at him, said this sentence softly, and then thanked Xu Fuhua, who was slowly walking back, and began to move, calmly heading for the vacant venue.
Looking at Ding Ning's ancient wells, there are many waves in the eyes of the teachers in the practice. However, I saw the hoarfrost at the root of Ding Ning. The teachers of these practice sites secretly sighed. .
The brow of the net glass was slightly picked up, and the light in the eyes began to flash.
She found her heart full of expectations.
Looking at Ding Ning's move, Zhou swallowed a mouthful of water, then took a deep breath and began to move, but the corner of his mouth began to show a cold smile.
In the moment of just crossing the sword marks on the ground, it was the moment of officially entering the battlefield. Zhou forgets the year and raises his head. He looks at Ding Ning and starts to talk.
"These people around you have given a lot of people an accident."
Zhou forgets to sneer at Ding Ning and said: "But no matter if you win more people here, as long as you lose, it doesn't make sense."
"You are doing a good job."
Ding Ning looked at him and replied faintly.
Zhou forgets that Ding Ning will refute, but did not expect Ding Ning to say such a sentence, one after another, do not know how to respond.
"So I won't lose."
Ding Ning looked at his horrified eyes and said calmly: "And you don't have to say these things because you know that you are saying that these words are just cheering for yourself, just want to give yourself some confidence, but this may bring the opposite. Effect."
Zhou forgets his face with a slight white, cold channel: "I cheer for myself?"
"On the surface, you have more confidence than when you started the Shushan Swords Club."
Ding Ning glanced at the hilt held in his hand and said: "The only source of confidence you should be is the sword in your hand."
Zhou forgets the body's body suddenly and suddenly, and suddenly can't speak.
All the onlookers, including some candidates who paused to see the war first, did not understand the meaning of Ding Ning.
"The sword you chose from Sword Valley should be the sword of the old Wei."
"With your cultivation, you can come out of the sea of ​​thorns, and there is only one possibility without any injury. That is to repair the swords of the swords of your mountain."
"The Devil's Sword and the Hundred-Eye Sword are an excellent combination. It's just a few squeaky sounds that can make people feel sorrowful, so that ordinary worms are at a loss, and they can't fight at all."
"But this kind of screaming voice is useless for those who are determined and who are prepared."
Ding Ning stared at his eyes and said calmly: "So you can't beat me."
"You..." Zhou forgets to keep calm and wants to pretend to be careless. However, his face can't be concealed, it becomes more and more pale, and his lips begin to tremble.
"The difference is too far."
Yantai Guanjian looked at the two teenagers far away, could not help but sigh softly against the net glass in front of him.
"He is not just for the week to forget one year." The net glass voice is slightly cold: "He is attacking the hearts of all these people."
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