Chaotic Sword God

"Ding!"

Jianqi hit the long sword in Yufan's hand and collided with a crisp symphonic sound. The sword that Yufan picked to the ink underwear was directly missed.

Not only that, when Jianqi collided with Yufan’s long sword, Yufan felt that there was a huge and indescribable force transmitted from the sword in his hand, pouring into him with incomparably fierce momentum. The right arm was immediately a burst of painful pain, which made Yufan unable to help but utter a scream of screams, which originally presented a pathological pale face, and at the moment it became completely bloodless.

Yufan’s screams can be described as earth-shattering. He spread all over half a Mofu. He saw his entire right arm, which has disappeared completely at the moment, and there is a broken flesh and blood on the ground.

"Small lords!" The guards of the original sects of the Miniature Swordsman have not recovered from the shock of Zhou Bing’s flying by Jian Chen, and they are awakened by the screams of Yu Fan. When I saw Yu Fan’s end, I changed my face and ran to the fastest speed.

"Come and ask the two elders!" Immediately, the disciples of the Miniature Swordsman panicked and shouted. The young masters were scrapped of an arm under their eyes. They really couldn’t imagine how much they would suffer after they went back. Severe punishment.

Because all of them know in their hearts, how much the lord's heart prefers the lesser lord, although it is not a weapon, but after all, it is the solemnity of the lord.

"What happened!" At this moment, a voice with a bit of pressure came from afar. I saw Moshan and Mo Yun, two elders of the Miniature Swordsman, striding from a distance, they each Step by step, you can easily cross hundreds of meters away, just a few steps to Yufan.

The Mofu government and the Xiyu people also came here, and Momo Moyun and the two of them went to the face of Mo Yan one step faster. They looked at the face of the ink, which was almost the appearance of the clothes, and the look of the two. It is all gloomy.

"I regret the rain sister." Mo Yanhong with a pair of eyes, plunged into the arms of the rain, burst into tears, crying very sad, full of grievances.

From small to large, she was almost held in the palm of her hand wherever she went. No one ever dared to bully her. When was the shameful shame of today.

Pity and pity, holding the painful ink, the face is gloomy and terrible, and a pair of phoenix eyes reveals a strong killing intention. This killing does not cover up, so that Moshan and Mo Yun of the Miniature Swordsman The elders are clearly aware of it.

"Don't be afraid, there is a rain sister, no one hurts you here. If anyone dares to move you a hair, my sister immediately abolished him." The rain gnashed his teeth, almost literally, looking at the ink She almost moved her body and she was already angry.

The main face of the ink house was gloomy and stood on the side without talking. His eyes were equally cold, and his face was staring blankly at the right arm of the Swordmaster, who was broken, and his heart was secretly scared.

With his eyesight, it can be seen that Yufan’s arm is not being smashed down, but is shocked by a powerful force. This strength is strong, and the broken arm is made. For a shoal of meat.

"This sword dust is so powerful, this sword sword gas is even more fascinating. It seems to be a kendo master." The ink house owner secretly said, but with this alone, he could not infer the strength of Jian Chen. Whether it is the origin or the realm of God.

Because he can't see through the strength of Jian Chen, with the fuzzy sense of emotion, Jian Chen seems to be a source, and it is not a source, like a god, but it does not feel like a realm of God, and ultimately it is based on Jian Chen and breakthrough. The former Shen Jian said that the brothers and brothers inferred that Jian Chen was also a source warrior.

The words of the rain, Mo Shan and Mo Yun naturally heard, and the two people knew clearly that the words of the rain were superficially smug, but actually they said to them. Got it.

Only at this moment, Mo Shan and Mo Yun did not care about the threat of rain. They stared at Yu Fan’s broken arm and his face was not good. Although Yufan has made some excessive things in Mofu, it is also a very small sect of the Swordsman. Even if he has made some excessive things, he will not directly cut off one of his arms.

Yu Fan’s representative is the Miniature Swordsman. The people of Mofu are so rude to treat the Supreme Swordsman, which is simply playing the face of the Mini Sword.

"See the two elders." The disciples of the seventeen tiny swordsmen who surrounded Jian Chen ran over, and all of them were panicked, and their hearts were filled with embarrassment.

"Let you protect the little lords, how do you now become such a sect? You must know how important the lords are in the heart of the lord, and you can’t get a little bit of scorpion. Now it’s good, the whole arm of the lord is gone. You said, how should you tell the lord's anger after going back? What is the anger of the lord?" Mo Yun's elders covered their faces with a burst of exhortation, and the words of the lord's anger were particularly heavy. It is not so much to teach the disciples of the Miniature Swordsman, but rather to remind the Mofu minority to be in the sectarian status, suggesting that you will have a small main wound in this way, and you must give an explanation. Otherwise, This will directly affect the friendship between the Miniature Sword and the Ink.

The main brow of the ink house was wrinkled. He naturally heard the extraneous sounds of Mo Yun’s elders, but he did not say anything. Now Mofu faces the pressure of Lujia and Ando’s family. At this moment, he can’t be with the Miniature Swordsman. Be an enemy.

In the eyes of the rain, I quickly spurted out the anger, and immediately felt a deep helplessness. After seeing that the ink was so humiliated, she could not wait for a sword to kill Yufan, but rationally told her that Can't do this.

"Why am I not a god? If I am a god, then why should we pay so much attention to the Miniature Swords, if I am a god, even if I kill Yufan with a sword, the Miniature Swords does not dare What to say." Xi Yu's heart secretly blames himself, only hate his own cultivation speed can not be faster.

"Say, who killed the young masters like this." Moshan saw his own words and played an effect. His heart suddenly became fixed, his tone changed, he became extremely fierce, and a pair of tigers were even more fierce. .

Jian Chen walked away from the distance without urgency. The eyes stared at the two elders Mo Shan and Mo Yun. The wind was light and said: "I was wounded."

Moshan stared at Jian Chen with a sharp gaze. "Who are you? Don't you know who is injured by you?"

"No matter who he is, you must follow us back to the sects and listen to the lords. After all, it is a big sin to break my armor." Mo Yun elders whispered, then turned to look at Lord Mofu, holding a fist: "We want to bring this person back, I think the government owner has no opinion."