However, in the quiet old house, there was a person sitting.
Sitting in the moonlight, this figure seed a little lonely.
However, if you look closely, it seems that you can find a different kind of breath.
Moreover, from ti to ti, there was a cold light emitting.
The light was sharp, like the icy ice, and the stinging soul hurt.
This figure is naturally Xiao Li, at this mont he is slowly wiping the long knife in his hand.
The long knife was dark and quaint. It looked like an ordinary sword at a glance, nothing special.
However, Xiao Li's expression was very careful, as if facing the most precious treasure in the world, his movents were very light and soft, and he wiped every part of the long knife cleanly.
For him, this black sword is his life.
Lin Xuan speeded all the way, and finally ca to the top of the ancient castle. He saw Xiao Li below, but did not say anything, but looked at it quietly.
This is a respect for Xiao Li. As a swordsman, he also knows the importance of weapons to a warrior.
Warriors such as swordsn and swordsn are regarded as life.
Moreover, he often wipes the Fengying Sword and Starsword Sword. Whenever this ti he is very calm inside, so he knows that Xiao Li can't be disturbed at this ti.
Lin Xuan landed slowly, like a cloud, falling lightly in the ancient house.
Xiao Li didn't look back, still wiping the dark black sword slowly. With his strength, Lin Xuan's existence should have been discovered, but he didn't know it.
Ti flows, and an hour has passed in an instant.
During this ti, Xiao Li had been quietly wiping his long black knife, while Lin Xuan was standing like a statue.
He didn't speak, not even moving.
When Xiao Li wiped the last ti, he clenched the long knife in his hand.
Subsequently, his temperant changed, instead of being lonely and lonely, replaced by an icy sharpness.
He was like a knife, and Zhang Kuang was extrely sharp.
"Co on, I will do my best in this battle!"
Xiao Li knew that he and Lin Xuan were not familiar. The other side could wait for an hour quietly, and definitely wanted to fight him.
"it is good!"
Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, and then pulled out the sword of waist wind shadow.
A more fierce and fierce breath poured out around the ancient house.
The four eyes are opposite, like a sword and sword, which makes the whole void click.
"We scored with one move!"
Xiao Li said that his voice was cold, like a blade.
Lin Xuan was startled, then nodded slowly.
No matter what thod the other party takes, he will not lose.
One move is a victory, it seems to the other warriors, but for the swordsman swordsman, one move is enough.
The two confronted each other, and their montum kept rising, standing like an exquisite sword, standing in the ancient house.
Around them, there are countless small sword lightsabers, forming a special area.
That power is terrifying, even if the half step lord enters, I am afraid that he will be hanged imdiately.
Although the two did not shoot, the breath was already shaking.
However, the breath didn't stop and it continued to rise rapidly.
Lin Xuan is very cautious, he must show his full strength in this move.
Countless swords of energy condensed behind him, and a true dragon roared skyward.
The sound was low and desolate, full of power, and let the air explode.
In front of him, a long sword phantom appeared.
The dragon head and sword body, although a little dim, are full of aweso power.
On the opposite side, Xiao Li's pupils shrank, and he naturally felt the pressure brought by the dragon's sword.
With a low drink, he also exhibited the prototype of Wuhun.
His martial spirit was naturally a sword with a sword. The shape of the sword and the black sword in his hand were one, which made Xiao Li's montum stronger again.
The seemingly simple and dark black sword, like a jade at this mont, exudes a gleam of light, and a breathtaking and powerful breath erges from it.
The two youths, however, exude terror-like terror, and if anyone is here, they will be shocked.
Because the breath of these two people is too strong, they can even fight with the Lord.
Lin Xuan was equally shocked. He guessed right, Xiao Lijue's strength was absolutely strong, I am afraid that it is also the top existence in Tianjiao.
Take his breath, even stronger than Yan Chitian!
I'm afraid the other party is only one step away from the real Wuhun.
This is a very powerful opponent. Lin Xuan believes that the winner of this battle can definitely gather up the true martial spirit quickly.
So this ti he must win.
The two confronted each other, looking for each other's flaws, preparing for a fatal blow.
They put all their energies on each other, and have no extra strength to explore the surroundings.
At this mont, above the ancient house, another figure flashed quickly.
The figure was shrouded in darkness. Like the sa ghost, there is no breath.
His eyes were cold, staring at Lin Xuan's figure, just like an old hunter staring at his prey.
He is also waiting, waiting for the best shot.
Below, Lin Xuan is erect and full of sword soul. At this mont, he has elevated the spirit of spirit to the highest level.
This is his best shot, and if you miss it, you have to wait a long ti.
As a swordsman, he would never hesitate to shoot, so the next mont, Lin Xuan held the dragon-shaped sword and stabbed out quickly.
However, the mont he moved, the black man in the dark smiled silently, and a dark black spear appeared in his hand, and threw it quickly.
This spear is blackened throughout, unlike the blackness of Xiao Li's long sword. This black is a color of death, coldness, as if mixed with endless resentnt.
Like a ghostly lightning, this shot was reaching its extre.
The void shattered and nurous cracks appeared, and the spear ca to Lin Xuan in an instant.
Originally Lin Xuan was highly concentrated and devoted all his energies to Xiao Li, but he did not expect a fatal danger suddenly coming from behind him ~ ~ This made him a little bit nervous, and the whole person was tense Alright.
At the critical mont, he gave up Xiao Li and went all out to fight the fatal blow behind him.
For a mont, a layer of bright red armor appeared on him, forming the strongest defense. At the sa ti, the sword in the shape of a dragon waved backwards, and the sword awns shone like a god, shining on the four sides.
Like three thousand thunders, rushing towards the rear.
However, he still underestimated the deadly danger.
The dark spear has a spooky and ghostly look all over the body, like a ghost river, running quickly.
On it, there are nurous roaring sounds of fierce ghosts, turning the surroundings into **** Huangquan.
when!
Lin Xuan's sword hit the gun's head, deviating it, but the gun still stabbed him.
The next mont, a spear pierced his body
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