Li Mingru remained silent, his slightly drunken eyes always revealed a free and easy look.
Sometimes being defeated and learning a lesson is not necessarily a bad thing.
In the field, the discussion had begun, and this time it was Lin Xiaolu who took the initiative.
He has such a character and always believes in the principle of attacking first to gain advantage and attacking later to suffer disaster.
"Drink ah ah ah!"
The young man screamed and rushed towards Chen Nianyun in a straight line, his fist raised high, his small body like a cheetah out of the cage.
Chen Nianyun looked at the figure running quickly in front of him and sighed softly with full force: "You are no longer my opponent, so why are you so persistent."
Then his eyes moved slightly, and the hand holding the scabbard shook violently... "Ouch~"
The silver-white spirit sword flew out of its sheath and hovered straight in front of him. The next moment, Chen Nianyun made a wave with his sword hand, and the spirit sword flew out with a sharp whistle!
The children in the audience were stunned.
Appeared, the unique sword-controlling method of the Spirit Sword lineage!
Yu Chuchu, who was wiping a nosebleed, looked at the flying sword on the stage and shouted: "Brother Nianyun, beat him to death! Beat Lin Xiaolu to death!"
On the high platform, the elders saw the spirit sword unsheathed and turning into a flash of silvery white light, and they immediately understood that this sparring session had come to an end.
There is no need to use Muxue Fuchen anymore, the flying sword has been used, and this is no longer something that mortals can resist.
Although Lin Xiaolu can be called a martial arts wizard, as Fang Wuxiu said, after all, he is only a mortal body!
You have the aura of horizontal training and your body is like a mountain rock. You can withstand ordinary blades without getting hurt, but you can't stop flying swords!
Your body is flexible, your steps are light, and your dodge speed is very fast, but you are not as fast as a flying sword!
No matter which immortal cultivation sect you are in, flying sword or sword cultivation, it is a sure-fire killer weapon!
In the face of such a powerful weapon, a warrior's spirit, will, and efforts will all become a joke!
Li Mingru looked at the scene off the field and sighed in his heart.
"call out!"
The lightning-fast flying sword was about to fly in front of him. Lin Xiaolu was surprised that this thing was so fast!
He knew that he couldn't avoid this thing, and even if he did, Chen Nianyun would probably control the flying sword to chase him and chop him, and he would still be unable to withstand it. In this case, he might as well fight head-on, and the flying sword would How come, I will prevent you from flying!
He looked at the silver-white flying swords with flat blades on the left and right sides. As he ran forward, he suddenly shouted:
"drink!"
The boy's childish cry was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. Under the eyes of everyone, the boy advanced his body to face the flying sword and suddenly raised his right leg!
"call!"
The eight-year-old boy's short legs stirred up a gust of wind, drawing a semicircle from bottom to top, raising his legs straight over his head, and then slashed hard at the flying sword!
"Click!!!"
The moment the flying sword was about to hit Lin Xiaolu, he stepped on it and landed on the stage!
"I go!"
Everyone was shocked!
Such an exaggerated scene made everyone's eyes almost pop out. The children in the audience and the elders on the high platform all stood up and looked at the young man standing proudly with a flying sword on his feet. Their hearts could not calm down for a long time.
In the audience, Li Yaoxi looked at the scene in front of him with almost blank eyes.
Chen Nianyun's flying sword, even in the eyes of a monk in the foundation building stage, was very good, but it was stepped on by Lin Xiaolu, a warrior. This scene almost broke his understanding of warriors, it was simply breathtaking!
On the high platform, the face of Jiuying elder Zhao Xuanyi had turned extremely ugly. Even Fang Wuxiu, who had always been with the old god, his face began to turn slightly darker.
At this moment, Tongyao, Yangshen, Cangyue, Luomen, Fulu, Yaoyuan and other Nine Meridians elders were all shocked beyond measure.
Even if they were beaten to death, they would not have thought that Lin Xiaolu not only received the flying sword, but also received it in such a domineering way!
Li Mingru held the wine gourd, looked at the situation in the audience, and continued to drink in silence.
"Li Mingru, what kind of monster did you teach?" Ye Qingluan's beautiful eyes were full of shock, and he felt that the bananas in his hands no longer tasted good.
Li Mingru looked at the young man below with a dull look, and slowly said: "It's not so much that I taught him, but it's more that this child is gifted."
"Talent?" Ye Qingluan looked confused: "This kid can't cultivate as an immortal, so how can he get his talent?"
Li Mingru smiled: "Who stipulated that only cultivating immortals can be called talent?
Hard work...is also a kind of talent~"
Ye Qingluan's face was startled after hearing this, his beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and then he looked at the competition in the field again.
At this moment, Chen Nianyun was extremely horrified. His right hand holding the sword secret kept shaking, and he kept trying to control the flying sword to withdraw, but he couldn't control it at all.
The spiritual sword under the young man's feet kept shaking, but it was firmly stepped on by him, unable to move or move.
Chen Nianyun panicked. If his spirit sword couldn't come back, how could he fight Lin Xiaolu?
Even Du Xue Whisk can't be used!
In the field, the young man stepped on the flying sword, folded his arms and said, "Chen Nianyun? Do you accept it? Haha, your father is still your father after all!"
Chen Nianyun was sweating profusely and wanted to withdraw the spirit sword, but Lin Xiaolu jumped on the spot when he saw that the spirit sword under his feet was dishonest.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the field, the young man kept jumping on the spot and stepped on the spirit sword violently. Every time he jumped up, the spirit sword immediately flew up, but as soon as it took off, it was stepped down by Lin Xiaolu again. This happened over and over again. Being stepped on.
While stepping on it, Lin Xiaolu cursed: "I'll let you fly, I'll let you play, I'll make you awesome, I'll make you better than me..."
This scene made everyone look confused.
"Senior sister, this sword is so pitiful." In the audience, Xiao Yu'er blinked her big eyes and said, "It feels like it is about to be played to death by my brother."
Li Miaoxin also held her forehead and smiled bitterly. The scene on the stage now really looked like the spirit sword was being bullied by a naughty child.
In the end, Lin Xiaolu even raised his leg fiercely, deliberately letting go of the spirit sword, and then just when it was about to be taken back by Chen Nianyun, he directly grabbed the hilt of the sword to prevent it from flying away.
"嘤嘤嘤嘤~" The spirit sword couldn't help trembling, but it was firmly grasped by the two hands of the naughty child, and it was unable to escape.
"Hehehe~" The boy pulled the spirit sword and smiled like a little devil.
"Lin Xiaolu, you, please let go!"
Chen Nianyun, who was sweating profusely, said angrily.
"Why should I let go of the sword that I grabbed with my own strength?" After saying that, Lin Xiaolu couldn't hold on to the shaking sword and thrust it into the ground with a scream!
"Crack!"
The silver-white spirit sword was directly inserted into the white marble platform a few inches. After Lin Xiaolu inserted it into the center of the platform, he held it down with one hand to prevent it from flying away. Take a shot!
