"Junior brother, watch the game calmly and don't be impulsive. You and I have to believe that she can handle it well." Bei Mingfeng saw that Yin Yuxuan was distracted, and while the people below were making a noise, he whispered to Lan Mingyou.
Said in the ear.
Lan Mingyou raised his eyes slightly and looked at Bei Mingfeng's face as warm as the wind. Then he slowly calmed down and came to his senses. He was almost impulsive just now. If he was impulsive, he would not only be harmed but also...
It hurts my heart.
Lan Mingyou slowly let go of her heart that was hanging just now. The expression on her monster-like cheeks was still as calm as water, and she was quiet.
Yin Yuxuan, who was sitting next to the two of them, didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked slightly distracted. He pinched himself gently with his fingers and looked a little nervous.
Those deep purple eyes were not looking at Arena No. 5, but at Arena No. 3, the arena where the Ghostly Nightmare Sword Master was.[
The chaotic battles on the five stages were all exciting and exciting. From time to time, you could see someone falling down, and even some people kept standing in the crowd.
Di Wuxie's coquettish red robe was very conspicuous on the first stage. He stood quietly, as if he hadn't moved at all, but he could see many people falling around him at such a fast speed.
Astonishing and frighteningly fast.
On Arena No. 5, just when everyone thought that the sword in Chi Jinxiao's hand was going to hit Bo Zhuxin's neck, his scabbard was only a little distance away from her neck.
At this moment, the sword in Chi Jinxiao's hand suddenly changed direction. He flipped his wrist, and the sword that was originally hanging vertically in the air a few minutes in front of Bo Zaxin's neck quickly moved sideways.
Bo Zhuxin clearly felt a flash of light. The sword energy was so powerful that she quickly retracted her neck. Even if his sword didn't come out of its scabbard, it could still hurt someone.
She did not hesitate, she moved her wrist flexibly, and the Evil Poison Silver Thread fell into her hand. She held the head of the Evil Poison Silver Thread with her left hand, and quickly slid along the silver with her other hand, and then pinched the tail.
When his sword came across and was about to get close to her neck, Bo Zhuxin bent back slightly and tilted her head back. She held the evil poisonous silver wire in her slender hands to block the sword in his hand.
When the evil silver wire touches the scabbard, a subtle "chichi" sound can be heard, and at the same time a burst of light flashes.
Chi Jin Xiaomeifeng's handsome and cold move, no one could catch his move, he was the first one.
He was also the first person to fight him for more than three moves without suffering any injuries.
I have to say that such an opponent made Chi Jinxiao find it very interesting. He was originally uninterested in this battle, but now he became interested.
Very good. Apart from the Ghost Sword Master, he is the person he wants to be his opponent at this time. It should be said that such a person is honored.
Bo Cixin saw Chi Jinxiao's lips slightly curling in a cold and slight arc. The more such a smile, the more weird and terrifying it made people feel.
Under the scorching sun, he was still as cold as an iceberg. He stood in front of Bo Cixin against the light.
Bo Cixin couldn't see his face, couldn't see his appearance, couldn't see his expression.
He was still so tall, with a straight back, a perfect figure, and a cold black robe, making him look like a stone statue.
Chi Jinxiao stood in front of her as steady as Mount Tai, and his aura of coldness and arrogance spread, as if time was frozen by him.