"Brother Ming, be careful!" The little guy wanted to pounce, but the sword was so fast that it could only mutter the words silently in its heart.
Jian Wuxu activated the sword box, and the lightest and fastest rapier flew out half an inch.
but!
It's too late...
Soon, the flying sword flew through the air.
The little guy clenched his heart, threw out his limbs, and jumped into the air.
At this time, Lin Ming activated the dual special effects of divine speed and divine power, and used all his strength to
The ground was cracked and sunk three inches downward.
The flying sword flew past Lin Ming's magpie-tail crown.
He tilted his neck slightly, and immediately felt that Mo Yingxue under his body was no longer honest.
Breakthrough terminated!
The frost, ice and snow condensed and shrank instantly, gathering into Mo Yingxue's mouth.
She opened her mouth slightly, "Zha!"
An ice-blue air sword flew directly in front of Lin Ming's face.
Lin Ming frowned slightly, turned his head to let go of the Qi Sword, and slapped Mo Yingxue's chest hard with the palm of his left hand.
Bang! ! !
The ground cracked again, and Mo Yingxue vomited blood like a fountain.
Her eyes were cold and she bit her tongue suddenly.
The blood sprayed in the air suddenly turned into a bloody sword, flying into Lin Ming's eyes.
At the same time, the flying sword that sneaked in made a small circle and slashed towards Lin Ming's arm.
If he continues to suppress Mo Yingxue, he will inevitably suffer heavy losses... Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and stood up.
In mid-air, he blocked the door with his left hand and scattered the blood sword; his right hand gathered the last spiritual energy in his body and stretched out his hand to hold it.
The Jingxian Sword felt the pull and shot towards him with a soft whistle.
Holding the hilt of the sword, Lin Ming waved Qingfeng.
Sonorous!
The flying sword collided with the Jingxian sword, and the former flew backwards, but a small green grass-colored stream of light flew out.
call out!
Lin Ming's right arm was struck, and a small bamboo sword as long as a thumb was inserted into Lin Ming's forearm.
Soon, the bamboo sword turned into green energy and sank into Lin Ming's arm along the wound.
Lin Ming's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly scratched the wound with his nails.
He wanted to release the poisonous blood, but he didn't see the poisonous nature of the wound.
At this time, a man wearing Xuanwen Sword Academy's costume came out of the woods.
He wore a green bamboo leaf mask, with only his mouth exposed.
The person who came was none other than Mo Jiu, a student from the inner academy of Xuanwen Sword Academy.
He comes from the Mo family in Tianyuan Prefecture and is not of Mo family descent. He was just raised by the Mo family and given a surname since childhood.
The Mo family in Qingming Prefecture has only one mission, which is to protect and monitor Mo Yingxue.
Right now, Mo Yingxue had physical contact with other men, and it was in full view of everyone.
For the Mo family in Tianyuan Prefecture, and for the young master, this was an unforgivable sin.
If he couldn't kill Lin Ming, what awaited him would be a future more cruel than death.
Step by step, he walked up to Mo Yingxue. He clasped his fists and lowered his head, "My subordinate is late, please forgive me, young lady."
Mo Yingxue said nothing with a cold face, took out a pill and put it in her mouth, then walked to the side and closed her eyes to heal her injuries.
Mo Jiu shook his head slightly, turned his head and looked at Lin Ming.
"You offended someone you shouldn't have offended, and you made a mistake you shouldn't have made. You deserve death!"
At the same time, a clear female voice sounded in Lin Ming's ears: "Junior, you can take care of the injury while I kill him."
Senior sister... Lin Ming opened his eyes slightly, felt happy in his heart, and nodded imperceptibly.
Not far away, the little guy sniffed and said, "There is a familiar smell... is my sister here?"
Lin Ming looked at Mo Jiu, shrugged and chuckled, "Come if you feel like it."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the condition of his right hand.
Mo Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing, the aura in his body bloomed and rose.
Wonderful state of enlightenment!
However, Lin Ming ignored it and continued to close his eyes.
With his mind's eye, he observed that the seeds in his arms, which seemed to be the size of rice grains, were producing many tiny granulations, drilling randomly along the blood vessels.
Trying to circulate the breath of fire, Lin Ming's right elbow and wrist were filled with scorching heat.
Squeeze from both sides toward the inside, forcing the seed's granulation to shrink bit by bit.
Completely ignored... The corners of Mo Jiu's mouth twitched.
Immediately afterwards, he breathed like a cow and disappeared from the spot.
One step, two steps, three steps...
In an instant, Mo Jiu flew several feet away and rushed in front of Lin Ming. Then he raised his right arm and grabbed the wheat-yellow flying sword.
Swing your sword and slash down diagonally!
At this time, a sword light flashed in the trees nearby.
Mo Jiu's right arm was broken at shoulder level and was thrown into the air, with blood splattering everywhere.
His face was full of pain, and he staggered back while covering his right arm.
"Who?!" Mo Jiu looked into the forest with angry eyes.
Ge Qinghuang strolled out and shook off the blood on his sword with his hand.
Her face is beautiful, and there seems to be an endless landscape between her eyebrows.
The breeze blew, and the silver-white short hair shone and moved, like a white and shining curtain.
She walked to Lin Ming, stopped and asked, "Junior, are you okay?"
At this time, Lin Ming completely controlled the seed and let out a breath of turbid air.
All the muscles in his right hand relaxed, and then he stretched out his index finger and released the sword energy.
The sword energy flew into the wound and flew out from the other side of the arm.
The blood hole was translucent, and a seed the size of a rice grain fell out.
Lin Ming pinched the seed, a small flame rose, and the seed turned into ashes.
He smiled and said: "It's okay."
Ge Qinghuang looked at the blood hole on Lin Ming's arm and frowned slightly.
The next second, the sword flashed past, and Mo Jiuduan's right arm, which had fallen to the ground, turned into powder.
"You!" Mo Jiu was extremely angry, but didn't dare to move.
The wound on his broken arm was very smooth. Once he got his arm back, he could find a skilled doctor to repair it, but now there was only a pool of blood left.
Doomed to lose the right hand holding the sword!
To the young master of the Mo family, he was already worthless.
And the end of those who are worthless will definitely be particularly miserable.
At this time, Mo Yingxue opened her eyes and stared at Ge Qinghuang.
She pointed at the cross scar on Ge Qinghuang's left cheek.
"I've heard about you, Ge Qinghuang from the inner courtyard of Xuanwen Academy. Your sword is indeed very fast. The moment you draw the sword, you can clearly cut off Mo Jiu's head. Why did you hold back?"
"I'm not holding back," Ge Qinghuang said with a cold expression, "He cut off the junior's right arm once, and I will cut off his entire right arm. This is very reasonable."
Lin Ming: (✪ω✪)
The senior sister who protects the shortcomings is super nice, which is really touching.
I, Lin Ming, would like to follow the light of your sword and slash it... Lin Ming smiled in his heart and nodded repeatedly.
"That's right, it's in line with the rules."
At this time, the little guy rushed over, climbed onto Ge Qinghuang's shoulder, and rubbed her cheek, "Sister, you are so awesome."
The corners of Ge Qinghuang's mouth raised slightly, with a brisk smile in his voice, "Yeah."
On the other side, everyone in Xuanwen Sword Academy didn't know what to say, and Mo Jiu was reduced to a background wall while stopping the bleeding.
Mo Yingxue said nothing, clutching her chest, unable to regain her breath.
Suddenly, four figures appeared, standing next to Mo Yingxue.
They were two men and two women, uniformly dressed in the Xuanwen Sword Academy's costumes.
The auras of the four people were released unabashedly, and they were all in the realm of wonderful enlightenment.
Lin Ming touched the tip of his brow and said, "I can barely reach the realm of enlightenment."
Ge Qinghuang shook his head, "No need, I've beaten ten of them in the same realm."
After saying this, she took a step forward, holding the ancient sword in her hand, ready to unsheath it at any time.
