He has to die this time, right?
Looking at the pieces of meat and residual tendons flying in the sky like raindrops, Passepartout couldn't help but have such an idea in his mind.
As a disciple of the Master of Swords, the main theme of his life is fighting. In terms of rich combat experience, there are probably not many people in the entire Chaos World who can match him.
Therefore, after he succeeded in the attack, he did not get carried away, but subconsciously glanced at Lin Zhiyun in the distance.
He has experienced many battles, but he doesn't know that subjective judgments can often mislead him. On the contrary, the enemy's expression can often give important enough information.
Sure enough, as he watched Lin Xiaodie being cut into pieces, Lin Zhiyun's pretty face remained completely intact, with no trace of panic or sadness.
Could it be...
Passepartout's heart trembled, and he instinctively turned around and looked behind him.
Among the thousands of flesh and blood, a slightly larger piece was continuously expanding at an unimaginable speed. In just a few breaths, a graceful human shape was faintly condensed.
A piece of flesh and blood the size of a finger actually gave birth to a stunning young girl whose whole body exuded a radiant white light.
The reborn Lin Xiaodie waved her right arm lightly, and before the white light disappeared, she put on a plain white dress. Her fresh and refined aura was like an elf with a pure soul, making people feel close to her unconsciously.
Is this okay?
How about a hammer?
Passepartout stared at this scene dumbfounded, feeling his head buzzing, and for a moment he didn't know if there was any point in continuing this battle.
"boom!"
He was distracted for just a moment, but Lin Xiaodie still keenly caught it. A shocking straight punch came towards him, slamming him to the ground again. The terrifying impact caused the entire sword palace to shake violently.
Shake.
"Hey, Passepartout, you've wasted so much time trying to compete with me."
Seeing that he was defeated, Wang Twelve couldn't help but gloated, "In the end, I couldn't beat him, and I was really embarrassed and was thrown into my grandma's house. How about it, do you want me to be merciful and save you?"
"Do you still have time to care about others?"
At this moment, Lin Zhiyun's voice, as clear and sweet as a mountain spring, suddenly sounded in my ears, "Your opponent is me."
"Beauty, can we discuss this?"
Wang Twelve turned around when he heard the sound and stared at Lin Zhiyun's heavenly and beautiful face. A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, "I won't take any action. How about you just leave obediently and we won't offend the river?"
"how."
Lin Zhiyun smiled faintly, just like flowers blooming and the earth returning to spring. The charming charm she exuded unintentionally was enough to charm the world.
The soul of any man in this world, "Are you afraid?"
"I don't like killing women."
Wang Twelve sighed and said, "I hope you won't force me."
"Where is Qiqi?"
Lin Zhiyun's eyes flashed and she suddenly spoke.
"Qiqi?" Wang Twelve looked confused.
"A young girl in red."
Lin Zhiyun said patiently, "A few days ago, she came to Kunwu Sword Palace to ask the master of swords."
"It turns out to be that girl."
Wang Twelve suddenly realized it and blurted out.
"I wonder where she is now?"
Lin Zhiyun's eyes lit up and her tone couldn't help but become a little hasty.
"What a stupid question."
Wang Twelve chuckled and said, "After practicing the swordsmanship of the three-legged cat for several years, I don't know how high it is to come here to challenge that old guy. Where else can she be except the underworld?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence between heaven and earth, and even the sound of the breeze became clearly audible.
The originally bright sky suddenly became gloomy, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped a lot, as if the season had changed.
"You are the stupid person."
Lin Zhiyun's face turned extremely gloomy at some point, and her voice was as cold as ice, making people shudder in her ears.
The charming and charming temperament has disappeared, replaced by a strong evil aura.
If Lin Zhiyun just now was a peerlessly independent and elegant angel, then at this moment she is more like a witch from the abyss, vowing to bring endless pain and disaster to the world.
Against the background of this ominous aura, her unparalleled face actually revealed a bit of enchantment, like a poppy in the dark night, exuding fatal temptation.
This is……!
Wang Twelve was immediately taken aback by the sudden change in the other party's temperament, especially the drastic change in climate and the terrifying pressure that filled the air, which was far beyond his imagination.
This woman is not simple!
When he looked at Lin Zhiyun again, his eyes gradually became sharper, and he no longer dared to have the slightest hint of contempt in his heart. Gender and appearance were all forgotten.
"Qiqi is one of my most beloved disciples."
Lin Zhi's rhyme took the next step, and the mysterious and mysterious breath escaped from the body, rapidly expanding, and soon turned the surrounding air into an indescribable unique color, "If something unexpected happens, the Kunwu Sword Palace's
Let’s bury them all with her.”
I'm afraid no one could have imagined that Lin Zhiyun, who was forced to pay debts by foreign members of the Jin Dynasty and almost even had to pay Qingfeng Mountain, would actually say such domineering and decisive words.
"Let the entire Kunwu Sword Palace be buried with you?"
Wang Twelve laughed repeatedly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Master Hao once said that the more beautiful a woman is, the harder her brain is to work. I didn't expect it to be true."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger lightly in the direction of Lin Zhiyun.
The twelve flying swords suspended behind him suddenly activated, as if they had spirituality, and shot towards the fairy in the blue skirt. Twelve rays of cold light arrived in an instant, incredibly fast, and the terrifying sharpness spread across the world.
, suffocating.
The momentum of each flying sword seemed to be far greater than the full blow of a Ninth Realm powerhouse such as Wu Lie Clan Chief Que Ming.
"Stop."
Facing such a terrifying offensive, Lin Zhiyun's expression remained unchanged, her eyes became colder and colder, and she whispered two words.
As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve flying swords with a rainbow-like momentum suddenly stopped and hovered in mid-air, as if they had been cast a restraining spell and could no longer move forward.
"Huh?"
Wang Twelve's expression changed, and he whispered, "The art of speaking the spirit?"
He raised his arms, pinched a mysterious sword formula on his chest, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted "drink" in his mouth. Unparalleled sword intent spurted out from his body, rushing into the twelve flying swords.
middle.
The flying sword that was still in the air suddenly trembled violently, moving forward inch by inch with difficulty, as if it was about to break free at any moment and fly into the sky.
"go back!"
Lin Zhiyun spoke again.
Her tone was very calm, even too calm, which made people feel chilled in their hearts.
The Twelve Flying Swords, which were struggling fiercely, actually turned around and shot towards Wang Twelve at the same speed as when they came in. They were almost ready to betray their master.
"I go!"
Wang Twelve was startled, and instinctively retreated tens of feet, intertwined his fingers, changed his sword techniques, and let out a loud roar again, "Ha!"
Kankan's flying sword, which was about to catch up with him, stalled, and its speed instantly slowed down to a snail's pace.
Wang Twelve took the opportunity
He kicked off his legs and walked lightly between the flying swords. His hands were shining brightly and he dexterously stroked the surface of the sword one by one.
Any flying sword touched by him would instantly calm down and follow Wang Twelve obediently, like a loyal little brother guarding his elder brother.
"What a risk, what a risk, and I almost died by my own sword. I thought I was serious enough, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated you."
After regaining control of Feijian, he stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Woman, you are very good, and you are qualified to be my opponent, Wang Twelve."
Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, his tone was still calm, and it was obvious that he had not yet gone all out.
"Scorned? Qualifications?"
There was indifference in Lin Zhiyun's eyes. She looked at him as if she was not looking at a person, but at a corpse. "You dare to talk to the Master of Piaohua Palace in such a condescending manner. Who gave you this?"
Courage?”
"Piaohua Palace?"
The sword technique in Wang Twelve's hands changed again, and he chuckled, "I've never heard of it."
"What difference does it make whether a dying person has heard of it or not?"
Lin Zhiyun said lightly, and her eyes suddenly fell on a flying sword behind him, "You seem to like these twelve swords very much. If one is missing, I wonder if you will be sad?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Twelve's pupils suddenly dilated, and his face showed a look of shock. He watched helplessly as the flying sword beside him turned into little bits of powder, drifted in the wind, and soon disappeared without a trace.
…
"The more beautiful the woman..."
Above the Sword Palace, Li Yiru, who ran out to watch the battle, glanced at Mr. Hao, "The brain is getting harder to use?"
"Mo, don't listen to that boy Twelve's nonsense."
Mr. Hao laughed dryly, his expression somewhat embarrassed, "I have never said such ridiculous remarks."
"makes sense."
Li Yiru smiled half-heartedly and said, "The quality of the brain varies from person to person, how can it be determined by gender? With Mr. Hao's wisdom and experience, he would not be able to say such ignorant words."
"Yes, it is extremely."
Mr. Hao's expression became more and more embarrassed, and he put his left hand on his cheek, as if to avoid Li Yiru's sight.
"Master Hao."
Li Yiru suddenly changed the subject, "I'm sorry."
As she spoke, she suddenly stretched out her right arm, and a powerful force shot out from her fingertips, hitting Mr. Hao hard on his temple.
This chapter has been completed!