Chaotic Sword God

"Beyond the sword? No interest." Mo Yan even missed half of the time, and directly vetoed, she hated the sword and sword.

"There has been rumors from the outside world that the ink-swords of your ink house are far less than the minimal swordsmanship of our Miniature Swordsman. The reason why your father was able to tie with my father was not because of your eye-catching sword. How strong the law is, but because your father has mastered the skills of the real four." Yu Fan continued, his eyes have been a bit cold. He doesn't mind that Mo Yan is cold to him, because Mo Yan is always like him every time. Considering the identity of Mo Yan, he is used to it. However, if Mo Yan is very enthusiastic in front of him facing a man who is more handsome than him, he will be unbearable if he does not care about him.

As soon as I heard Yufan’s words, Mo Yan was a blink of an eye. He said coldly: “Who said that our ink-and-eye swords are not as good as yours, and Yu Fan, isn’t it better than a sword? One, see if our point of view is powerful, or your extreme swordsmanship is amazing."

Jian Chen shook his head on one side. Such a simple radical approach can be fooled. He really doesn't know what to say.

"This ink is going to suffer, but there is no harm to her because of some setbacks." Jian Chen does not stop it. The heart of this ink is really to be honed. She is now in Mofu, and there is nothing in the natural environment of the Mofu, but once it goes to the outside world, it will be difficult to survive.

Seeing that Mo Yan actually agreed to the sword, Yu Fan’s heart was dark and he turned his head to the sword dust cold channel: “I am more like a sister than a sword, you better give me a faraway point, if I let you know that you are stealing If you study, then my super swordsman will never be able to spare you."

Jian Chen touched his nose, and after he took care of Fan Moyan, he went straight to the side.

The 20 guards who came from behind and who came from the Miniature Swordsman also retreated far away. Finally, they walked toward Jian Chen and stood with Jian Chen.

Some of the maids and guards in the sea of ​​flowers were also called away by the ink, and they were absolutely not allowed to watch the side of the sword than the sword, so as not to be stolen.

"This brother, I don't know how to call it." A disciple of the Miniature Swordsman greeted Jian Chen. This is also a young man. It looks like a face, but only in his thirties. Of course, this is only a superficial phenomenon. In fact, he did not know the time of cultivation for thousands of years.

"Sword dust!" Jian Chen arched his hand, not salty and not light.

"My name is Zhou Bing, and I can be called Zhou Bing's brother. But Jian Chen, out of good intentions, I have to remind you that in the process of the lesser master and Miss Yan Yan than the sword, we better not to interfere, no matter What happened, we have to pretend that we don’t know what to do, do you understand?” Zhou Bing said meaningfully.

Wen Yan, Jian Chen brow wrinkled, coldly said: "If it is only a sword, as long as there are no casualties and other things, I will naturally not interfere, after all, the usual study and discussion is also good for the ink, but if it is Exceeding something other than a sword, I have to take it."

Zhou Bing’s face changed slightly, and the other 19 disciples of the Miniature Swordsman suddenly became stunned and surrounded the sword dust. They were not good at each other.

"Sword dust, that is the young master of the Miniature Swordsman and the money of the Mofu. Are you sure that you have a strength to intervene with this strength? Or listen to me, pretend that nothing has happened, even if it is true. Something happened, that is also the thing of our minimal swords and ink house, and has little to do with you." Zhou Bingyu said with a heavy heart, a gesture that is completely thought of as a sword.

Jian Chen’s eyes faintly swept away these tiny swordsmen who had surrounded themselves. They sneered with their arms and said: “I advise you to let your young masters not make excessive moves in the process of discussion. I said These words are also for your sake. After all, you are a guard. Once the young masters have something to do here, it is not good for you to go back."

"This will not bother the Jian Chen brother to worry about, even if it is Mofu, no one dares to move the lord." Zhou Bingpi said with a smile.

On the other hand, Mo Yan had already fought in Yufan, and the site was protected by an enchantment of a source guard of the Miniature Swordsman to prevent them from destroying the sea of ​​flowers during the war. Because both of them only have the strength of the Holy Land, they are not worried that their war will destroy this enchantment.

The two men in the battle were all showing their talents and showing their own housekeeping skills. The eye-catching swordsmanship of Mofu collided with the minimal swordsmanship of the Miniature Swordsman and collided with a stream of energy.

Jian Chen is far from paying attention to this scene. Through conversations with Zhou Bing, he has realized that this is not as simple as the sword.

"The strength of this Yufan is not strong, the combat consciousness and skills are not very good, but compared with the ink, obviously it is necessary to strengthen a lot of this ink, the sword is not used, she is using it. The sword is still a knife, this is simply slashing in the hustle and bustle."

"Where is this point of the sword, I think it is a bit like a knife, not right, but also like an axe, this is a sword, not a gun, how can the sword be used?"

Looking at the swordsmanship of the ink show, Jian Chen is crying and laughing. I have no idea how to comment on it. The ink swordsmanship is really bad, and even the basic skills of using the sword will not.

Although the strengths of Mo Yan and Yu Fan are in the same realm, the skills of swordsmanship and fighting skills that Yu Fan has mastered are far from being comparable to those of Mo Yan. The two sides have not been in contact for a long time, and Mo Yan has completely fallen into the disadvantages. Yu Fan forced himself to get up and messed up.

"Tear!" Just then, Yufan's sword swept, and the sleeves on the right arm of Moyan were torn apart, revealing a jade arm with white flowers.

Ink and silver teeth bite, trying to resist the attack of Yu Fan. After Yu Fan saw the jade arm of the ink-like white fat, the heart was full of color, revealing the color of sinfulness, and successively stabbed several swords, each splitting the clothes of the ink, making the ink face The clothes instantly became tattered, revealing a large piece of skin, and the clothes were not covered.

"You are shameless." Ink and eyes are full of anger.

On the other hand, the face of Jian Chen also became gloomy, and in the cold, he stood up directly from the ground.

"Jian Chen brother, we are still waiting here quietly, some things are not something we can intervene." Zhou Bing also stood up from the squatting state, said meaningfully to the sword dust, and the rest of the Miniature Swordsman Nineteen disciples were surrounded by sword dust in a bad mood.

"Mr. Yan Yan, you must be careful, my name is - the gentleman sword, the peach blossoms on the mountain." Yu Fan face with evil laughter, directly a sword to the underwear of the ink face.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, there is a strong killing flash. It is directly punched on Zhou Bing’s chest. Although Zhou Bing has the strength of his origin, he is still vulnerable in front of Jian Chen. Facing the sword dust, he Even the reaction time was not there, Zhangkou spurted out the **** fog, and the body flew like a cannonball.

Behind Zhou Bing, there are also three disciples who are extremely young. When Zhou Bing’s body hits the three of them, the three disciples who are also in the same source have even spurted a blood. The same thing flew out, and there was a buzzing sound all over the body. The bones had broken in the inch.

At this time, Yu Fan’s sword was only one inch away from the underwear of Mo Yan, and Mo Yan suddenly began to panic and lose color.

In the distance, Jian Chen’s eyes are cold and cold, and a sense of killing is even more unconcealed. The fingers are directly facing Yufan.

Under this point, suddenly there was a silvery sword that fired out like lightning. The speed of this sword was very fast. It was a hundred times faster than the speed of Yufan’s sword. In an instant, it was hit by a very small sword. The enchantment of the disciples under the name of the source.

In front of this sword, the enchantment is as fragile as tofu, and even becomes a display, and it bursts in an instant, but this sword is not lost, and it is shot at Yufan at a speed close to lightning. On the sword.

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