Beauty and the Bodyguard

6470-Sword

A huge ice blade appeared out of thin air!

As soon as it appeared, the blade was already cut three inches above the head of the middle-aged man!

In such a sudden situation, if it is the person who is almost in strength, he will be cut straight.

However, the overcast middle-aged man did have some strength. When he was about to hit, he sideways avoided it, and punched on the side of Bingdao!

The huge ice blade shattered instantly without causing any damage.

"Yes! Rufeng has improved!"

Lin Yi's eyes lit up and she couldn't help sighing.

"Thanks to the advice the boss gave him, he got a lot of insights."

Yang Qianxue's beautiful lips slightly twitched and thanked Lin Yi sincerely.

"It's his own credit. Fortunately, he didn't listen to me. My suggestion may be good for others, but it is not suitable for Rufeng. It is because he wants to understand it, otherwise he really delayed him!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, what he said was sincere.

The cold-like blade is a skill that Lin Yi can copy, but Lin Yi does not use a knife, so he has never used it.

If Lin Yilai used the cold wind like a knife, it would definitely not be the way to go straight. The combination of agile changes and sharp knife is his style.

But what suits Lin Yi himself is not suitable for cold wind!

Therefore, Lin Yi thought that the best way to tell Leng Rufeng was to mislead the other party.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi was a little afraid, and everyone's cultivation has its own path.

When the strength does not really reach the point of seeing everything, it is really not suitable for people with similar levels to practice. On the contrary, for those practitioners who build the base period, the Jindan period, and even the Yuanying period, Lin Yi is the best mentor. None .

Lin Yi is still feeling over here, there is so cold and windy, and it is more and more incomparable.

Ren Chongyuan and others took the opportunity to sneak out and secretly rushed out. No one said to help cold as the wind deal with the Yin Yin middle-aged man.

Don't look at the cold and windy sword, but the strength of the overcast middle-aged is really good!

The gap between the two's strength levels is really too big, he is just like an easy-going man, as if walking in the sword.

Lin Yi's eyes can see that cold as the wind is not the opponent of the other party, the other party is just playing with him.

Although the blade is more perfect, unfortunately the strength level is always a flaw.

If the cold wind is now Xuan Sheng's great consummation or even the peak of Xuan Sheng's later period, he has the strength to compete with this Yin Yin middle-aged person.

Well, it's a lot worse.

"As the wind has fallen!"

Yang Qianxue's strength is the lowest of all, but his eyesight is not bad.

Lin Yi saw it, and she also saw it. Although she supported the cold and windy battle, she would still worry about him.

"It doesn't matter. The other party wants to play like the wind, but he doesn't know that he is just a sharpening stone for the wind. His understanding of the sword has recently improved, and he is missing such a hearty battle. You should go back for it. Rufeng thank that guy. "

Lin Yi smiled and comforted Yang Qianxue.

As for the disadvantages of being cold like wind, Lin Yi doesn't even care. If he wants to help, he can always stop the attack of the middle-aged man.

Now the shot is to help as cold as the wind, it has nothing to do with Ren Zhongyuan, so Lin Yi is actually eager to try.

"Well, the idiot is cold like the wind, and wants to pretend to be a hero without self-control, you see, you have to lose? You have no strength, you have to go out and pretend, and you will definitely ask for mercy."

Ren Chongyuan lost his face and naturally did not want to be as cold as the limelight, so after getting out of the combat range, he began to say some weird things.

Yang Qianxue was worried, and immediately became angry when he heard these words!

Although it was cold and cold because she couldn't get used to the middle-aged middle-aged man's practice, in fact, they relieved Ren Zhongyuan of their siege. These guys didn't know how to be grateful, but they were still denigrating, she almost Going up to theory.

Lin Yi reached out and stopped, and signaled Yang Qianxue to ignore them.

"It's just the barking of defeated dogs. The more they say, the more embarrassing they will be. You go and talk to them, but they have proud capital."

Lin Yi disdainfully glanced at a few people with a heavy responsibility. He really felt that this kind of beam-jumping clown was similar to a crazy dog, and they would only make him feel bad if he ignored them.

Lin Yi spoke, Yang Qianxue naturally would not refute, only glanced at Ren Zhongyuan a few people, then backed away, and continued to focus on the cold battle, but the worries in Meimei were deepened.

As the so-called concern is chaotic, Yang Qianxue also cares too much about the coldness, and then loses his calm judgment.

Lin Yi looked again for a while, and felt that it was time to end the battle.

The cold wind-like sword has fully exerted its due power, but unfortunately it still does not pose any threat to the middle-aged people.

Regardless of the overbearing and mighty attack, it will be broken by the middle-aged man, and Lin Yi also sees that the guy is ready to fight back.

Once the cold wind is completely suppressed, Lin Yi's further shots may have some unnecessary impact on his confidence. Perhaps Lin Yi is more concerned, but he does not want to let the cold wind take such risks.

So when Lin Yi's cold sword reached its peak, he decided to take a shot!

Thunder arc flashed away, Lin Yi directly appeared within the range of the two men fighting.

Firstly, he sideways avoided the cold wind, and then used ordinary thousand legs to lift heavy leg shadows. He easily kicked one hundred and eighty times on the middle-aged man of the **** and kicked him upside down.

"Like the wind, let me also come to activities, don't you mind?"

Kicking the overcast middle-aged man, Lin Yi turned back and smiled and waved to Leng Rufeng.

"Of course you don't mind, boss, you have to loose your bones, this sandbag is quite suitable."

Leng Rufeng smiled and drew his sword. He would be unhappy if someone else intervened in his battle, but Lin Yi is different, not to mention the fact that Leng Rufeng himself knows that if he continues to fight, he will soon lose.

"Where did the little mess come from, and he dared to sneak up on Uncle Ben, I won't kill you today, how can I dispel my heart?"

The Yin-aged middle-aged man held his body and looked gloomily at Lin Yi.

Just now he felt that he was too careless, and even when he was touched, he was not prepared to attack.

Lin Yi's thousand-legged attack was not very strong, which also led him to miscalculate Lin Yi's strength, thinking that Lin Yi was at least as cold as the wind.

"Such a coincidence? I'm not in a good mood today. I want to vent my anger to kill a crazy dog. If you want, you can be this honored crazy dog."

Lin Yi smiled slightly, raised his foot and walked slowly towards the middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)