Chapter 938: Blood-stained wicker

"Give me off!"
Seeing Lin’s hand in the wicker, the Ding Daoming’s heart flashed a little bit inexplicably.
Subsequently, his eyes were more acute and his body was boiling.
On the top of the Qing Dynasty, the three swords merged into one and slammed down.
When the Qing Jian Jian Feng was like a tiger and a wolf, he instantly squatted on the tight and straight wicker!
Hey!
A crisp sound sounded.
It is like the sound of a golden stone collision.
Ding Daoming took the palm of his hand and was hurt by a huge force.
The wicker in the boy’s hand is still the same.
In the middle of the air, the Dunjian sword front also touched the wicker, but it was difficult to move forward.
Below the wicker, the boy is full of indifferent faces.
"Dun Qingjian, I was not able to break the wicker!"
Someone exclaimed.
The Jiangnan Jianzong five-sword sword was given a strong expectation in the land of Jingnan.
The five swords not only symbolize the talent, but the honor is a symbol of the strong fighting power!
Within a family, one person who owns Jiangnan Sword is enough to take the whole family to the path of prosperity.
Not to mention that it is three grades higher than the Jiangnan sword!
And holding the Dunqing, is the current sovereign of Jiangnan Jianzong!
Everyone was staring at the strange scene.
The fragile wicker is hard and clear, and it seems a bit absurd.
"This is your sword?"
Lin also looked up and looked at Ding Daoming after the Qing Sword. He sighed: "Can you take it seriously and come up with something really good?"
"By relying on your strength, I still want five swords to defeat me? It’s ridiculous to think about eucalyptus trees."
Lin also shook his arm. The tight wicker was instantly softened, and the wicker would be completely entangled. Then Lin also lifted his foot and gave Ding Daoming a flight.
boom!
Ding Daoming fell to the ground, and a squid hit it up and climbed up in an instant.
The shocking color on his face has not disappeared.
A bang.
The moment that was entangled in the wicker rushed, and Jianfeng was inserted in front of his toes in a little bit. The Jianfeng was three times into the ground, and the strength was strong.
"Turning the gas into the wicker, and by the body of the wicker, the gas barrier is broken, and it can stop me from clearing!"
Ding Daoming’s body trembled and his eyes widened.
He looked at the sword of the Qing dynasty inserted before the toes, especially with some lingering fear.
This sword, if the teenager is a little bit hot, just pierce his body directly!
"Just leave your life, now give you the chance to have the last sword."
Lin also looked indifferent, holding a wicker in his hand, as if nothing had happened.
"I still want to leave you a life, but since you say so, look at my sword!"
Ding Daoming's face suddenly turned cold, and the sharpness of his eyes was more obvious. He jerked forward and extended his right hand, and he firmly grasped the hilt and pulled the sword out of the ground.
Then he rushed forward and rushed into the air. The whole person seemed to be in harmony with Dunqing in an instant.
Between the heavens and the earth, there are winds, and there are countless swords that rushed in all directions with Ding Daoming as the center.
He was one sword and one sword, and in a flash he turned into a full 36 swords, and he was sharp.
"The sword starts!"
Ding Daoming screamed, and thirty-six swords were divided.
Behind him, the sword of the road formed a sword.
He rushed to Lin, and he ran like a thousand horses.
"Look at how my sword is!"
Ding Daoming screamed, and the hands of the Qing dynasty Guanghua Dasheng.
He slammed into the ground and flew into the air, holding his hilt with his hands.
At this moment, thirty-six swords gathered together on the Dunqing.
Compared with the three Jianguang, the Ding Daoming’s sword in the hand, the seven-foot sword has grown more than ten times.
In the midair, Ding Daoming's sword covers the sky, as if to completely smash the entire sky.
Around the dust and flying, a little closer to the chief swordsman and so on only felt the top of the head, the sword pressed in all directions, everyone looked up and looked at Ding Daoming in the air.
Ding Daoming's figure quickly rose into the air and then quickly fell.
The giant sword of the Qing Dynasty slammed down.
"I see how you use the wicker to stop!"
Ding Dao Ming sighed.
This sword almost drained all the energy in his body.
Under the sword, the boy stood there, his right hand still holding a wicker, carrying his head and looking at the desert in midair.
Boom!
Next second.
Under the eyes of the public, the sword of the Qing dynasty fell on top of the boy's head, and there were countless dusts.
Under the slash of a sword, the ground cracked a huge gap.
Ding Daoming fell to the ground, holding a clear hand and breathing slightly.
He looked sharply, stared at him and looked around, as if he wanted to see the young man again.
But at first glance, nothing.
"he died?"
After the crowd, some people hesitated, whispered to speak.
"It should be dead, the sword of the sovereign, it is terrible, if he does not die, it will be too abnormal!" Zhao bound slightly shook his head.
"It's a pity that I could have counted as a genius, but I dare to be an enemy of Jiangnan Jianzong. It is not enough to die." Dai Jianjian took a deep breath.
Just Ding Daoming's sword, changed to him, I am afraid that the sword has not been falling, has been seriously injured by the sword.
And the boy was a hard-boiled man with his head!
In this case, I am afraid that the whole person has been split into two halves!
"Lin Jiuxuan has died under my sword. This news, I will arrange for people to pass it out now." Ding Daoming stood there and watched it for a long time. Finally, he was sure that the guy in front of him was smashed by a sword. Cold and cold opening: "Tell the whole of Jingnan, no matter who you want, and you want to fight against Jiangnan Jianzong, you must be prepared to bear the anger of Jiangnan Jianzong!"
"In the next year, if I have heard that someone has humiliated me Jiangnan Jianzong~EbookFREE.me~ Happiness blame the lord with the singer!"
Ding Daoming’s voice is powerful.
Falling in the ears of Zhu Shiqing and others, let them tremble one by one, and in other words, wearing the chief swordsman and so on, is full of excitement.
The lord is here.
These four words alone are enough to make the entire Jingnan completely bow down!
The name of Jiangnan Jianzong, after today, will only be louder!
"The Sovereign is coming, and a lord is coming."
Ding Daoming’s voice fell, and suddenly he felt a cool breeze in his ear, and he heard a few indifferent juvenile tone, which slowly sounded from his ear.
"how is this possible!"
Ding Daoming swelled his hair, and his pupils shrank, holding a clear, quickly turned back to a rumor, sharp sword in his hand, want to take this opportunity, and the distance between the teenager suddenly appeared.
But the next second, Ding Daoming only felt that the right arm of the sword was slightly cold.
His figure did indeed recede as he imagined, but he was in sight, only to see his right-handed arm behind him, and he was running away from him.
Behind him was a tender wicker and a young boy with a calm face.
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Wow, I was stalked by the girl, making my mind blank. After writing for six hours, I wrote two chapters. Now I haven’t eaten yet, I am already starved.
I am guilty, I am going to have instant noodles, I am sorry.
Tomorrow is the new month, love you, thank you all the way.
Good night.