Chapter 942: Half cut edge

Dust from the ancient sword exudes a faint luster, and the mouth is erect, but it is still quiet and standing there, as if standing for a long time, experienced the innocent years of washing, becoming obsolete.
Lin also looked at the other side of the line, the inside of the head is the glass palace, a white dress wins the snow, always frowning, occasionally a little sad woman.
Lin also remembers that on that day, he crossed into Xianwu, and happened to meet Zhao Liuli who walked in the dust. Zhao Lanli took him to the Liuli Palace. Under the Baiyu Hall, she was quiet and glamorous. The vast expanse of the stars is even more dazzling.
She is the eyes of an outsider, the arrogant and cold, the glazed palace.
She is the star of the moon that many young talents of the Sinwu mainland are chasing.
She is a peerless beauty of one person, and is more exciting than the woman of Chi Yaoge.
The world only knows that her talent is strong, the name is Xianwu, but only Lin knows it. In her cold and proud figure, she shoulders a heavy mission.
It is precisely because of this that since Lin Yishang went up the mountain, in the Liuli Palace, there was a young boy who was buried in the various books of the Danshu, and he had a forest that was desperately trying to climb. A Megatron and a hundred people, the crown of the ancient and modern, the group of heroes daggers nine Xuan Xian Zun Lin Jiu Xuan!
At this moment, everyone did not speak.
They all looked at the backpack boy standing there.
Ding Daoming has no blood, and everyone in Jiangnan Jianzong does not dare to scream again.
With one hand, the sword of Dunqing held by Jiangnan Jianzong’s master was broken, and he looked at Jingnan. I am afraid that only a teenager like this can do it.
What's more, how old is he?
Seventeen? eighteen? Nineteen?
Such a young man has such a terrible cultivation. If it is a few years later, his strength is even more unimaginable.
He Yunqi, this group of sons, had no temperament at all, hiding behind and shivering.
Zhu Shiqing was dull and sullen. At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit of weird sadness from the boy, which made her eyes red and uneasy.
"Impossible! I am definitely stronger than you! She is mine, mine!"
The black robe man holds the hilt, stays for a long time, screams out loud, his voice is fierce, full of embarrassment, is preparing to discard the hilt in his hand, fluttering again, and with this Lin Jiuxuan, never want to just In the blink of an eye, there are three prostitutes appearing in front of him.
The three female souls were beautiful. At this moment, they stared at the black robes. The eyes were more excited and happy. It was like seeing unstoppable food. In the twinkling of an eye, the black robes were all swallowed up.
Jiangnan Jianzong’s ancestors have only one breath left, and after thousands of years of sorrow, the suffocating suffocation is extremely heavy, and it is exactly the tonic of the female soul in this sacred soul.
For a moment, the black robe made a miserable scream.
In the eyes of others, I just saw the ancestor of Jiangnan Jianzong, standing in the same place, constantly twisting and shaking in a very strange posture. In a flash, he disappeared completely, leaving only the dark robes. Falling on the ground, empty.
And over there, Lin also turned and slowly walked into the thousand swords.
There are countless roads around the sword and the rain of the sky, as if watching the teenagers.
The boy stepped forward and finally stood in front of the dust and looked straight at the mullion in front of him.
The erect squats in the old tree, and there is no special grain on the raft. In the meantime, it looks even more dull.
Lin also stood in front of the erect for a long time, then holding the sword, the ancient sword dust in the hands of Lin also gently squatting, a very strong sword, violently bombarded above the erect.
boom!
A soft bang sounded.
The whole mouth was smashed and collapsed instantly.
The dead wood fluttered in midair, and the old trees after the erected blast broke out with a fire and burned quickly.
In the erect, only the blade with a half break is left, and the blade has a quaint luster, and no hilt is seen.
It is so lonely that it seems to have been waiting for many years.
Lin also stood in front of the broken blade for a long time.
No one around them dared to breathe loudly, although they did not know what Lin Jiuxuan was thinking about.
"Where are the swordsmen of your swordsmen, where are the stone statues that are polished?"
For a long time, Lin also faintly opened.
"At the bottom of the temple..."
Ding Daoming didn't dare to bully. Now Jiangnan's swordsman is killed by the boy in front of him. They are not his opponents at all.
"Lead the way."
Lin also waved with one hand, and the broken blade seemed to be called by some kind of sum, flying to Lin’s palm.
At the beginning, the broken blade is a bit cold, like the steel that has been decaying for a long time, the blade is even more broken, it seems to have experienced a fierce battle, this is the sword.
"Just to save half of the blade, take the time to set up this prisoner's sword."
Lin also brows slightly wrinkled and muttered to himself.
After speaking, he turned.
Ding Daoming endured the pain of losing an arm and led the way.
Going out from Qianjian, going all the way.
When I walked to the training field, there were already dozens of disciples of Jiangnan Jianzong.
"Lord!"
They saw Ding Daoming’s moment when he lost his right arm, and everyone changed.
Just after Qian Jian’s movement came here, they knew that something big happened, and they had already waited here, ready to fight.
I never thought that I saw Ding Daoming and others, and the wolf came.
And behind Ding Daoming, he followed a very young boy!
The teenager looked pale and calm, although he did not speak, but the inexplicable majesty that he had conveyed from his body made the people at the scene surprised.
Looking at Ding Daoming's horrible situation, they are even more excited, and some people have pulled out Jiangnan sword.
"Let's let go, you are waiting here, without my order, everyone is not allowed to leave, nor can you go up the mountain!"
Ding Dao Ming gave a loud drink.
That group of people just took a look at it~EbookFREE.me~ honestly took back the sword, but they looked at the boy’s eyes, even more weird.
"Please don't forgive me, please come with me."
Ding Daoming turned and slammed Lin and nodded slightly. He coughed and was extremely weak because of excessive blood loss.
After he finished speaking, he saw the boy behind him without saying anything, and his expression was not fluctuating. Ding Daoming had to sigh at the bottom of his heart and prayed for the Lin Jiuxuan, who was able to stay in the house, not to force Jiangnan Jianzong. It’s good to kill them.
Ding Daoming passed through the crowd, and Lin also walked alongside him.
The arrogant sons of Jiangnan Jianzong are arranged in two columns, and they are silent. Only those who have the heart can discover that Ding Daoming, the sect of Jiangnan Swordsman who is the winner of Jingnan, falls down every step of the way, intentionally or unintentionally falling behind. Half a teenager standing next to him.
On this day, Jiangnan Jianzong Zongzhu was thin and thin.
On this day, Lin Jiuxuan set foot on Tianjian Mountain.
On this day, Lin also slightly lowered his eyebrows and looked at the half-cut blade in his hand. His heart was inexplicably flashed a little lonely.
Numerous sights are focused on this, but more people understand that after today, Lin Jiuxuan's three words, or can shake the entire Jingnan.
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