Chapter 939: a little bit of an opponent

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Dai Jianjian saw Ding Daoming being directly cut off by the young man with a piece of wicker. He was blinded with blood and red eyes. He screamed and pulled out the sword of Ming Wu, and quickly went from behind the boy.
His sword-like arrogance, imposing manners, each step on the ground, it seems to be able to shake the mountains.
"Dare to break the hand of my lord, take life to pay for it!"
When the chief swordsman turned to Lin Yi, he immediately waved in the hands of Ming Wu. In just three breaths, he fiercely took out more than sixty swords.
Jianguang is like a storm.
The others looked at it and took a sigh of relief in the bottom of my heart.
What made them even more shocking was the stagnation and indifference of the boy who turned to face the stormy sword.
The seven-foot wicker he held was more like a sword.
When he was in the blink of an eye, he was even more violent in his hands, and he was facing the head of Lin Yi.
Hey!
However, when the chief swordsman is approaching the boy, it is difficult to enter.
The seven-foot wicker was already worn out from his body, and his sword was three inches away from Lin.
"His sword is a joke, and your sword is even more uninteresting."
Lin also has a faint tone, shaking his head slightly, shaking his wrists, and stretching a strong force on the wicker to directly fly the chief swordsman.
boom!
Everyone looked at Dai Jianjian, who was downside, and couldn’t say a little bit.
Rolling!
This is simply the crushing of the strength.
Just the wicker that passed through the body, if Lin did not avoid the heart of the chief swordsman, at this time he is afraid that he has already returned to the West.
There, there is no way for the Jiangnan Swordsman to hold a battle with the youngsters in front of him. I can imagine how terrible his strength is!
"What do you want!"
Ding Daoming lost his right hand, and the intense pain made him look pale and unremarkable.
At this moment, he stood in a position not far away, and his face was defeated. Looking at the boy, he could not afford to resist the thoughts.
Next to He Yunxiao and other public sons, looking at Lin Yi, a complex face, I am afraid that the teenager holding the wicker, and came to kill them all.
"I didn't think about it, just take the opportunity to pick up your post."
Lin also has a faint discourse.
When this was said, everyone felt dry and didn't know what to say.
Just take the opportunity to pick up a post?
So, when you take the opportunity, you will come over to the swords, and the sword will go all the way to the whole sword grave.
So, with a piece of wicker, the right hand of the sword of the Jiangnan swordsman was broken.
So it is very casual and another person will wear the sword master to run through the body?
When everyone thought about this, looking at the figure of the boy, he felt that there was a certain degree of inability to look at it. He could only look at it with a look of hope.
"A good one picks up my post! Today's World War I, you won, you are indeed a talented man, so now, what do you want to do! It is to completely kill me Jiangnan Jianzong!"
Ding Daoming’s face was a bit bleak and more sorrowful.
He spent a few decades in Jiangnan Jianzong, but he also saw a lot of talented masters, but never thought that he would be defeated by such a young teenager in front of him.
"It’s useless to destroy your swordsmanship. You are in my eyes but a group of ants."
Lin also shook his head.
Within the Jianzong, everyone was full of color, and they were all shackled in the mouth of the scorpion.
Zhao Bian and Yu Jinglong did not have a bit of temperament. At this time, they did not dare to look at Lin Yi.
"Then your purpose is to insult me ​​Jiangnan Jianzong?"
Ding Daoming trembled like a deflated ball.
He has been prepared to be humiliated by the youngsters in front of him, but he listened to the words of the boy, but he did not hear the intention that he wanted to completely kill the sword. In this case, Ding Daoming’s heart was saved. hope.
Unexpectedly, his words were exported, and everyone saw the teenager standing there shaking his head slightly.
The teenager carried the bag, and the blood-stained wicker in his hand greeted the wind and danced gently.
He turned and looked in the distance, indifferent.
"The last time I was at Mujia Manor, I folded your two Jiangnan swordsmen."
"At that time, I was curious. Jiangnan Jianzong has five swords. Can I finish it all?"
Everyone looked at the back of the boy, his indifferent voice, echoing in the ears of everyone, only people feel a bit cold and sharp.
"Jiangnan, Yanyu, Mingwu, Dunqing and the last broken sword red dust."
"But your sword is so that I don't even have the desire to fold the sword."
Lin also sighed slightly, and this was a bit of a shame and sorrow.
But before he could argue, everyone would see the boy. At this moment, he looked far away and looked at the direction of the Jiangnan Jianzong summit. His tone was ethereal: "But always, within your Jiangnan Jianzong, there is a slightly decent opponent.

A little bit of an opponent?
When I heard Lin Yi’s words, everyone was a bit stunned and quite puzzled.
"In the Jiangnan Jianzong, isn't the strongest being Jiangnan Swordsman?" someone whispered.
"It should be, I have never heard of it. In Jiangnan Jianzong, who else can be stronger than the lord~EbookFREE.me~ Now he directly defeats the lord, where there will be any opponents. ?"
The group of people looked at each other and looked a little curious.
Some people think that this is the kid in front of him. He can't figure out the situation, he has nothing to do, but he doesn't have enough knowledge.
"Why, come here, and hide your head and tail, isn't it a joke, can't you ask me to personally ask you?"
Lin also snorted, and the wicker in his hand slammed away in the direction of the road.
The blood-stained wicker instantly turned into a green light and disappeared into the eyes of everyone.
They looked over there and saw only a quiet place, no movement.
After a few breaths, there was a slight footstep over there.
Shasha...
Listening to the sound, someone came on the branches of the decaying leaves.
The voice is faint and faint, and it is a bit strange.
"You are, Lin Jiuxuan."
At the end of the road outside the Thousand Swords, a black shadow is coming towards this side.
He didn't look so strong, but he looked a little thin. The man was wearing a dark robes, holding a blood-stained wicker in his hand and shaking it gently.
That wicker, it is the root that Lin has just stabbed.
In a short time, the man walked in front of everyone, his face was hidden under the black brim, and people couldn’t see it. His eyes were sharp, like a knife, but he was seen by his eyes. People feel a very cold feeling.
It’s like the soul is shuddering!