Three swords with icy breath suddenly appeared at Zhai Ling’s throat, and then three middle-aged men with cold complexion exposed Zhai Ling’s eyes.
Mild sunshine Zhai Lingyuan’s warm sleeves suddenly seem to be stained with frost, and suddenly they become stiff, even if the wind is strong, they can not blow it at all.
Cold light quickly pricks at the throat close at hand.
Perhaps a moment is a scene of a sword sealing the throat.
There may be no doubt about the successful attack and killing!
But the expression of the three assassins has not changed! Still look so serious, not even a little relaxed
It all happened so suddenly!
Zhai Ling’s face doesn’t even seem to panic. It just looks at the cold light approaching.
However, for a moment, Zhai Ling’s figure was scattered like pieces of broken foam.
At this moment, the expression of the three killers finally changed!
A trace of panic gradually enlarged and almost instantly spread!
What more can they say whether they come or not?
Three people died in an instant!
Zhai Ling body slowly appeared behind three people, and the sword in his hand was still as white as snowflakes falling in the cold winter, as pure as if it had just been a murder weapon and not it.
Zhai Ling frowned slightly with his head down.
These three people are even more skilled than the East Devil thieves!
"Don’t you come out?" Zhai Ling once again calm expression slowly asked.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few applause came, and a man with long hair in a purple-black robe came out of the shadows.
Middle-aged hoarse voice slowly sounded "I didn’t expect your strength to be higher than my guess! But I’m even more surprised … that you are so clever to guess that there are still people hiding here! "
It is true that Zhai Ling did not know at first that this man had just come out as a liar.
But I didn’t expect men to know this, but they still came out.
What this means is clear to Zhai Ling!
Zhai Ling’s face is still calm, but his muscles have tightened.
The man in front of him is the most powerful opponent he has ever met.
Zhai Ling kept staring at each other without saying anything.
For a moment, when the man chuckled, there was more life in this solidified gas. Listening to the man casually asked, "I really want to know what you won’t ask me about?" At this time, people who have been killed by me will be frightened and ask me where I came from? What about you? Can you tell me the reason? "
Zhai Ling didn’t let her guard down because of the laughter, but she still said calmly, "Does it make sense?"
"Ha ha!" The man smiled again but didn’t recognize a trace of emotion. "Meaning? You are still the first to say such an answer after so many years! "
Hey!
The man’s voice just fell across the street and Zhai Ling moved!
In the case of disparity in strength, Zhai Ling can choose to strike first.
The sun shines brilliantly, and the sword spins violently for several times to generate.
This is the first time that Zhai Ling has really made the sword dull. It feels more like a swordsman who has been immersed in it for decades.
Boom
Zhai Ling hit his hand, but it was the tip of the opponent’s sword.
A muffled sound Zhai Ling feet rang several cracks in succession.
The man smiled lightly and stabbed a sword into his mouth and said easily, "Does it make sense?"
This time, the man asked questions and he gave Zhai Ling an answer.
The man’s sword struck steadily, and it was also very fast, and it was stabbed with dense strength. The sharp friction and harsh detonation around the blade sounded like a meteor that passed by.
It was a flash of fire!
Zhai Ling blocked this sword, but it made a crack in the long sword that was successfully refined yesterday.
The other side is too strong!
Zhai Ling involuntarily slipped back a few meters away, and the corners of his mouth could not help but overflow with a stream of blood.
Does it make sense?
Zhai Ling corners of the mouth become warped!
Only those who are alive will know
Zhailing just got up and the man sword came running again.
This time, the sword seemed to burn with a hot breath, and the hot air around the blade was forced to vent to the sky.
I don’t know how many times the power of this sword is higher than that of the first three people.
Zhai Ling moved more, like a passive counterattack
I don’t know when the sword in my hand has been stabbed in the past
Lightly like a floating cloud without roots, it seems that it will fall apart in a moment.
Men can’t help revealing a sneer at the corners of their mouths.
More like ridicule!
That’s true. when a sword with enemy momentum stabs a sword as soft as a cloud, who will think that the former will lose?
Zhai Ling doesn’t seem to see the contempt of men’s corners of the mouth, but even more so. Hold the hilt firmly.
In a moment, the tips of two swords touch each other.
A fire is more like a flame crashing in the stove. generate immediately wrapped around Zhai Ling’s sword and wrapped it in the blink of an eye. It even spread to Zhai Ling’s right hand.
It seems that the right hand holding the hilt will be burned in a moment!
However, there is no!
The man made a slight indecision, and at the same time, the fire suddenly disappeared, more like being buried by a soft breath.
"This is?" A man’s pupil is slightly wide open as if he saw something unexpected!
The second chapter is the so-called meaning of a sword to seal the throat!
A breeze came slowly, but when Zhai Ling was near the man, it suddenly disappeared.
Men’s swords still reach the tip of Zhai Ling’s sword.
And before the brilliant flame has disappeared, a gentle sword spread everywhere.
This is the best sword Zhai Ling has ever played!
Men’s pupils are slightly wide open, and then they lose their former contempt and ridicule.
Sword meaning?
When Zhai Ling was sixteen or seventeen years old and gathered in the "fourth floor", he had already cast his sword.
Even if the man finally wants to kill Zhai Ling, he still has to admire Zhai Ling’s talent at the moment.
Because even if he is now as high as the ninth floor of the gathering spirit period, he is also in a fine line for Jian Yi.
The moment when the dense sword disappeared from the fire, the soft breath in the original residual gas suddenly became a chill.
Like a stinger stimulating a man’s skin, the man’s look has changed at that moment.
The corner of my eye is dignified and gradually spreads with the sword in my hand drawing an arc.
Sure enough!
Zhai Ling that handle has some damage sword stab that moment there is a physical force to play the man’s blade.
