"Haha!" The little guy opened his mouth slightly, raised his head and blew out a stream of white air.
Immediately afterwards, two wave hammers flew up.
Clear water waves rippled out from the wave hammer, and soon two half-empty and half-solid protective umbrellas gathered in the air.
At this time, the frosty sword rain summoned by Mo Yingxue fell.
throat! throat! throat!
The frosty sword rain was powerful, but it could not penetrate the flowing water umbrella summoned by the little guy.
Moreover, it can also control frost. After the frost sword rain falls, it turns into part of the protective umbrella.
Condensation into frost!
After a while, the huge ice umbrella became thicker and thicker.
The frosty sword rain could not harm Lin Ming at all.
Lin Ming's eyes were in trance, and there seemed to be a mountain of swords hanging upside down in his eyes.
What exactly is sword intent?
He seemed to have figured it out, but he seemed to know nothing.
At this time, the information in my mind was confusing and confusing.
Sometimes Ge Qinghuang's meticulous sword-drawing skills appeared, and sometimes the sparks of the sword-wielding collision between the two people floated before his eyes...
Lin Ming was just one step away from getting his own sword intent.
By then, his combat effectiveness will be increased by at least 30%.
If the sword intention comprehended is special, it may have special effects.
At this moment, Mo Yingxue clasped her hands together and whispered a single word: "Freeze!"
Waves of freezing cold air crashed down, and the protective umbrella could not form an effective barrier.
Soon, the cold air enveloped the little guy and Lin Ming.
Lu Xueye mobilized his strength and waved his two small claws rapidly, forming a shadow that filled the sky.
Huhuhuhu~~~~~~~~~~
Its mouth and nose circulate water breathing, and its two small nostrils seem to turn into two waterspouts, curling backwards to inhale.
All the cold air is absorbed by it.
Cold, bone-chilling cold.
Even Tianshui ferrets, accustomed to water and ice, couldn't stand it.
Its hair was glistening with ice fragments that did not belong to it, and its movements became extremely slow.
At the same time, Mo Yingxue's figure disappeared on the spot.
Jian Wuxu's face changed slightly, he quickly took out his right hand and pulled it suddenly.
The thick giant sword split into two halves and turned into two cross swords in the blink of an eye.
At this time, a sword sound sounded in Jian Wuxu's ears.
He quickly leaned back, curled up the two swords in his hands, and raised the character "乂".
At the last moment, he blocked Mo Yingxue's ice sword.
when! ! ! ! !
The sound of gold and iron clashing was harsh, and Jian Wuxu was disturbed.
Seeing the right opportunity, Mo Yingxue held the ice single-edged sword in her left hand and turned around.
laugh!
The sword blade penetrated half an inch into the flesh. Jian Wuxu abandoned the sword with his left hand and grabbed the ice single-edged sword to prevent the wound from expanding.
However, the sword wound on his ribs sent coldness that penetrated into his bone marrow, and his face instantly turned pale.
throat!
Gritting his teeth fiercely, the sword was straightened out.
At this time, Mo Yingxue stretched out her other hand and pinched the pulse gate of Jian Wuxu's other hand.
She said coldly: "You know clearly that Lin Ming and I have a grudge against killing my brother, why did you help him?"
"Don't you have to repay the grace of saving your life?" Jian Wuxu's eyes sparkled with orange light.
The next second, his sword box transformed into a long and narrow sword, flying straight towards him.
The fourteenth sword was a sword move he specially prepared for Mo Yingxue.
It was originally intended to be used when challenging for the position of chief.
"Do you think you can hide your sword moves from me?" Mo Yingxue sneered, lifting her slender thighs back.
A sword of ice was born out of thin air, lifting up Jian Wuxu's fourteenth sword.
Sonorous!
The ice sword shattered, and the fourteenth sword lost its rapid forward speed.
Mo Yingxue stepped back and turned around, taking three steps back against the blade of the fourteenth sword.
Then, she reached out and grasped the hilt of the fourteenth sword, and drew the sword forward.
Jian Wuxu clasped his hands together, clamped the sword's edge, and applied force to the right.
The next second, the fourteenth sword penetrated his right shoulder blade.
puff!
Mo Yingxue grinned, "You're not dead, so you're not too bad."
After a pause, a fierce chill flashed in her eyes, and she was about to take action again.
At this time, two small wave hammers flew in one behind the other.
"In the way!" Mo Yingxue frowned, let go of the fourteenth sword, raised his elbow, and knocked the sword hilt fiercely.
Under the action of force, the sword acted like a lever, and the blade cut a horizontal wound on Jian Wuxu's chest.
Jian Wuxu retreated while releasing his strength to prevent the blade from hurting his heart.
However, this sword was enough to make him lose his fighting ability.
A trickle of blood surged across the ground.
He stumbled backward and fell.
At this time, Mo Yingxue opened her lips and teeth lightly and shouted softly: "Shuangxiao!"
After the words fell, a clear sword sound sounded.
Stupid! ! !
She exhaled like a rainbow, and shot out a dark blue sword pill quickly.
call out!
The sword pill flew through the air like a shadow and hit the wave hammer twice.
The two small hammer heads seemed to have lost their souls and fell to the ground.
The wave hammer is the little guy's soul weapon, and it has a heart-soul connection with it, so it made a sound and blood oozed from the corner of its mouth.
At this time, Lin Ming's eyes slowly gathered together.
The sword intent in his body surged, and the finishing touch that had always been missing appeared at this moment.
Lin Ming seemed to have a thunder and lightning in his mind, and his mind's eye reflected everything around him.
Jian Wuxu was seriously injured.
The bright red at the corner of the little guy's mouth was particularly eye-catching.
This scene stimulated Lin Ming, and he realized his own sword intention.
The door of sword intention is opened for him!
The divine inscription "Sword" above his head glowed with purple light, and the sword energy and purple light on Lin Ming's body merged into one.
He seemed to have transformed into a peerless swordsman.
The purple energy spreads for three thousand miles!
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming let out a long roar, and the Jingxian Sword was unsheathed.
Keng~buzz!
He held the hilt of the sword, the breath of fire lingering between his mouth and nose, and the sword's body was filled with orange-red lightning lines.
"Here, let me test the sword with you!" Lin Ming turned into a stream of purple light and rushed towards Mo Yingxue.
