"Ah!!!" Mo Xuanji howled heartbreakingly. However, at the critical moment of life and death, he did not dare to move slowly.
The divine inscription with the word "wind" exploded, using all the power of a high-grade earth-level divine inscription to exchange for the moment of stagnation of the ordinary long sword.
Immediately afterwards, he threw himself forward, rolled several times, and half-crouched on the ground.
Mo Xuanji looked at Lin Ming for a moment and covered his left arm and shoulder.
"You, you shouldn't be so strong!"
While talking, he stopped the bleeding - invisible Qi needles fell and penetrated into various key points on his shoulders.
Soon, the dripping blood stopped flowing, and Mo Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Lin Ming raised his sword and stretched it straight. The tip of the sword reflected the cold light in the moonlight, "You never know whether I am strong or not."
This sentence was Lin Ming's bluff.
However, Mo Xuanji's pupils suddenly shrank, thinking of the many trials in the past three years.
He had never found any clues, but after comparing Lin Ming today with Lin Ming in the past, he was shaken.
Shaken, Mo Xuanji refused to give in, "No, I don't believe you have been hiding it."
Lin Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Smart people are always limited by their own intelligence."
Mo Xuanji stood up and said in a low voice, "You have never taken me seriously?"
Lin Ming shrugged, "This is your understanding, but I won't refute it."
What's the meaning!
Was he really pretending in the past?
Mo Xuanji gritted his teeth, his face showing a bit of ferocity.
Mo Xuanji had always prided himself on being extremely intelligent and was not willing to be ridiculed by Lin Ming like this.
However, now he has lost his left arm.
Lin Ming was intact.
Comparing the two, which one is higher and which one is lower is self-evident.
At this time, Mo Xuanji had the intention of retreating, but in order to save his life, he had unleashed the full power of the "wind" divine script and could not use it again in a short period of time.
This means that he can't increase his speed!
After briefly estimating Lin Ming's speed, Mo Xuanji knew that he would never be able to run away.
What's even more frightening is that he hasn't figured it out yet - what happened to Lin Ming's sword?
He can not understand!
Not being able to understand means that he will be hit by the sword again.
Where is the next sword?
Right arm? Left leg? Right leg? Or just the head...
Mo Xuanji swallowed with a dry throat and thought of the last resort to save his life.
With a slight thought, he took out an object from the ring and held it in his palm.
In order to delay time, Mo Xuanji exhaled a breath and said:
"I have almost reached the level of body forging. My flesh and bones are comparable to ordinary copper and iron. Your sword is just ordinary iron and has not yet reached the level. It is impossible to break my arm so easily."
Lin Ming shook his head, too lazy to answer, and stepped forward with his sword in hand.
The murderous intention is revealed!
Mo Xuanji shook his head hurriedly, "Don't rush into action, aren't we best friends?"
Lin Ming's mouth twitched.
He had never seen such a shameless person, who openly played the friendship card after chasing others to no avail.
So disgusting that it makes me sick to my stomach!
Lin Ming didn't want to listen. The word "Guan" appeared between his eyebrows, and the reflection in his mind became clearer.
However, the expected flaw did not appear.
What he saw in his mind's eye was...
Danger!
Lin Ming stopped and stood a foot in front of Mo Xuanji.
"Don't you think it's too late now to think that you and I are friends?"
As Lin Ming spoke, he used his mind's eye to observe where the dangerous spots on Mo Xuanji's body came from.
"Since we are friends, why do you want to kill me?"
Mo Xuanji shook his head, "Didn't you ask Zhang You... I didn't kill you out of my original intention, but because of Xianyue Tower."
Lin Ming said: "You are the legitimate son of the Mo family from one of the top ten aristocratic families in Qingming Province. What kind of organization is Xianyue Tower that can make you fearful and intimidating?"
Mo Xuanji let out a long sigh and pretended to be involuntarily saying: "Xianyue Tower is huge in power and spreads throughout the Cangxuan Realm. No one knows how strong they are."
Lin Ming sneered, "Then it has nothing to do with me. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. It's a simple matter."
When he said these words, Lin Ming's inner eye observed that Mo Xuanji was holding something in his palm.
The feeling of danger is conveyed from there.
Lin Ming focused his attention.
At this time, Mo Xuanji raised his right palm, with a talisman attached to it.
The talisman is golden in color, with the Chinese character "Thunder" written in cursive in the center.
"Young geniuses always die from talking too much. Giving me the opportunity to release the talisman is the reason for your defeat, hahahahaha..."
Mo Xuanji laughed wildly.
Lin Ming pursed his thin lips, his long black hair flying in the night wind, and his white clothes fluttered like a fairy.
He shook the three-foot green blade in his hand, and a purple shimmer flashed through it, with the word "sword" hidden in it.
Buzz!
A sword sound sounded, like the sound of a clear spring.
Lin Ming smiled and said, "Do you know why the Mortal Iron Sword can break your arm?"
The words fell and there was no trace of the person.
Lin Ming activated the "hidden" divine script and the "speed" divine script.
Before Mo Xuanji could react, he appeared beside Mo Xuanji.
Lift the sword up and slash the side ribs diagonally.
Mo Xuanji felt the strong wind and subconsciously moved his right hand towards his ribs.
Swing your elbows and raise your palms.
The talisman in the palm of his right hand was released violently, and a vast thunder light instantly enveloped the surroundings.
Lin Ming's figure was looming in the lightning that filled the sky.
He chuckled softly: "The sword is stronger because of people, so keep an eye on it!"
The iron sword changed its original direction and was no longer aimed at Mo Xuanji's ribs, but instead slashed across.
brush!
Mo Xuanji's palm flew out.
The blood is flowing!
Pain, but no time to cry out.
Lin Ming held the iron sword in his hand, as if he were a writer who was writing and writing. The iron sword was like a pen - horizontally, vertically, skimming, pressing, folding...
In the continuous swings of the sword, the iron sword shattered inch by inch.
Lightning and lightning followed the sword's edge toward Lin Ming's arm.
However, with the blessing of the divine text with the word "sword", Iron Sword seems to have some intelligence.
It did not want Lin Ming to be harmed, so it forcibly shattered itself.
Bang!
Three feet of green front, shattered!
The vast thunder light disperses!
Countless iron pieces shot out and flew towards Mo Xuanji.
Brushing, brushing, brushing~~~~~~~~~~
Mo Xuanji raised his right arm without a palm to protect his head and face.
The black brocade robe was torn into pieces, revealing the jade silk soft armor inside which was worth thousands of gold.
No iron fragments can penetrate it!
However, Mo Xuanji's knees were bloody and bloody, and his thighs and calves were covered with iron pieces.
He looked up to the sky and howled, his voice shrill and tragic.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~"
He struggled to lift his legs, but stumbled when he dropped them, and then he fell to the ground.
Bang!
His head and face hit the ground, and Mo Xuanji's severed right hand was inserted into the ground.
The pain covers the whole body, which is very bearable for most people, but the physical pain is not one ten thousandth of the pain in the heart.
Lying on the ground, he turned his face sideways, his eyes filled with hatred for Lin Ming.
Lin Ming walked closer and stepped down with one leg.
Click!
Mo Xuanji's right arm was dislocated from his shoulder.
He howled hysterically: "Kill me, kill me..."
Lin Ming nodded, "That's exactly what I meant."
After speaking, Lin Ming placed his feet on Mo Xuanji's neck.
At this time, the sand not far away rolled up out of thin air, forming a sand pillar.
The pillars dispersed, revealing a fat middle-aged man with a round belly and a face full of fat.
He smiled and said, "Please show mercy to Mr. Lin Ming. You are the son of the Lin family, and Mo Xuanji is the son of the Mo family. This attack is likely to cause the two families to fight each other, and it will also be detrimental to the Xuanwen Academy."
Lin Ming frowned and looked at the person. After a moment of recognition, he said, "Are you Zhao Heng?"
The obese middle-aged man touched his belly, nodded and said, "It's me, the dean of Xuanwen Academy."
Lin Ming shook his head, "Not the dean yet, but Vice Dean Zhao."
Raising his hand and pointing around, Lin Ming said:
"If you take a closer look, it shouldn't be difficult to determine what's going on."
Zhao Heng nodded, "It's indeed not difficult. It's just that someone intercepted and killed Young Master Lin Ming. If they didn't succeed, you would kill him instead."
Lin Ming stepped on Mo Xuanji's neck and gently applied force, "Then let me ask you, what should I do if someone wants to kill me?"
Zhao Heng took a step forward, "Peace is the most important thing, there is no need to go to war, and killing many people should have relieved you. It's just that this Mo Xuanji has a different identity. I hope you will think twice."
Lin Ming raised his feet slightly, "Okay, I'll think twice..."
Mo Xuanji, who was like a dead dog, felt the soles of Lin Ming's feet leave the back of his neck.
A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes - the possibility of survival!
Revenge, you must take revenge. After you recover, you will get it back ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, thousands of times...
At this time, Lin Ming stepped down hard.
Click!
Mo Xuanji's neck bone was broken and he died with his eyes open.
The last thing he saw was a line mark on the ground - a line drawn by his own hands with a folding fan.
Now, his head is barely over the line.
Zhao Heng took a sharp breath, with an angry tone in his voice, "Didn't you say you want to think about it?"
"Those who kill will always be killed. I have thought about it very clearly." Lin Ming chuckled.
Zhao Heng was furious, "You, you, you, do you know what you did?"
Lin Ming shrugged, "Not only did I know, but I also knew very well that I just killed an enemy who wanted to kill me."
Zhao Heng narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "The Lin family can't cover the sky with one hand in Qingmingzhou, and you, the second son of the Lin family, are not the Qilin'er of the Lin family three years ago. How dare you disobey me?"
Lin Ming's face turned cold, "I will get back what I lost little by little, so I won't bother Vice President Zhao to worry about it!"
Zhao Heng: (╬◣д◢)
Deputy, deputy, deputy, deputy, deputy...
He was filled with resentment, and every "vice dean" Lin Ming said was like a knife stabbing into his heart.
In particular, Lin Ming always emphasized the pronunciation of the word "vice".
Zhao Heng's face was twitching, "You disrespect your elders, you deserve to be punished!"
Lin Ming's eyes turned cold, "You know the whole story, but you still want to punish me? Is the vice-president of Xuanwen Academy so arrogant?"
Lin Ming raised his hand and flicked it with his fingers.
Keng~buzz!
The crisp sound of swords sounded in the air for no reason.
Zhao Heng frowned and said impatiently: "Why, you, a junior, want to take action against me, are you really crazy and think you are invincible?"
Lin Ming shook his head, "Look!"
After finishing his words, Lin Ming floated a purple rhyme with the word "sword" on his fingertips.
The light shines, the purple energy is vast, and it rises into the sky in an instant.
The glorious Hongmeng Purple Qi phenomenon!
Zhao Heng was stunned for a moment. After a while, he looked at Lin Ming and said with profound meaning: "Are you the one who inspired Hongmeng's purple energy?"
Lin Ming nodded, "How about it? I understand the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which can be called the seed of a saint that only happens once in 500 years. The talent is terrifyingly high, and I have made no mistakes."
After a pause, Lin Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his index finger and swung it from side to side, "You can't punish me!"
Zhao Heng's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if mixed with a hint of murderous intent.
"Lin Ming, Lin Ming, it would be okay if your talent was mediocre, but unfortunately, your talent is too good, and you are the disciple recruited by Dean Li..."
Suddenly, a man's magnetic voice sounded in the air: "I want to kill college students because of factional differences. Have you asked me?"
As the voice fell, a white cloud fell from the sky and hit Zhao Heng's head.
