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"No!"

Seeing Lin Ming's banter, she shouts out a number. Leng Lingxiang is so scared that she can't help shaking. It seems that the sharp point of the sword has penetrated into her throat. She shouts and brushes her face, and her face turns very pale.

Lin Ming continued, "Nine... Your time is running out."

"This..." Leng Lingxiang's eyes were spinning rapidly. She was obviously thinking about something. For a moment, cold sweat came out of her forehead.

"Eight..."

"Seven..."

"Six..."

When he said that, when he saw that Leng Lingxiang still didn't speak, Lin Ming made a little effort in his hand. The point of the sword in his hand suddenly pierced the skin of Leng Lingxiang's throat, and the blood immediately flowed out.

"Ah Leng Lingxiang's heart beat suddenly, and she screamed in her heart.

Maybe it was this fright that made Leng Lingxiang's mind suddenly flash, and then she said in a hurry:

"I can be your maid, but I have one condition."

"Oh?" For a moment, the color of Lin Ming's face was more interesting, and there was a smile on his lips: "tell me."

Leng Lingxiang's eyes flashed a trace of cunning color, and slowly said: "I feel that you have a strong sword spirit in your body. You must also know the skill of flying sword. If you can show the skill of flying sword, I'll be your maid, and I will never have two hearts."

Indeed, this is Leng Lingxiang's idea.

In her opinion, although she doesn't know why Lin Ming has strong sword Qi in his body, Lin Ming will never fly a sword.

Because the skill of flying sword is the magic skill of her school.

Besides, if Lin Ming really knew the skill of flying sword, he would have used it when he fought with her before.

"The art of flying sword?" Lin Ming unconsciously looked at the flying sword in his hand. For a moment, he frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Leng Lingxiang was finally slightly relieved, and then said: "if you show the skill of flying sword, I will be your maid with all my heart, but if you can't show it, let me go immediately."

At this time, although Lin Ming heard Leng Lingxiang's words, his eyes still fell on his sword.

"Well, cunning." The poison master nearby couldn't help humming and said to Leng Lingxiang coldly:

"Except for the disciples of the six sects, it's hard for other martial arts practitioners to learn the skill of flying sword, and the master has never learned the skill of flying sword. If you want the master to show the skill of flying sword, the master might as well let you go."

After that, there was a cold light in the poison master's eyes and a black light in the palm of his hand. It seemed that as long as Lin Ming spoke, she would directly kill Leng Lingxiang.

Naturally, Leng Lingxiang can feel the poison master's intention to kill her. At this time, she just looks at Lin Ming.

She knows clearly that her hope for survival lies in Lin Ming. As long as Lin Ming nods and agrees to this condition, she feels that she can leave alive.

But on the contrary, if Lin Ming doesn't agree, she thinks her life will be frozen today.

At this time, when she saw that Lin Ming was still silent, she was a little anxious and said to him, "Lin Ming, this is a very simple condition. You have a strong sword spirit in your body, and you can certainly easily perform the skill of flying sword

At that time, I will be your maid with all my heart

Although she said this, she was sure that you are not a disciple of the six sects. If you can show the skill of flying sword, then I will really see a ghost.

After that, she also looked at Lin Ming without blinking, waiting for Lin Ming's response.

The next moment, she was so happy that she almost laughed.

Indeed, it is to see Lin Ming nodded slightly, "I promise your terms."

Then, Lin Mingguang suddenly fell on Leng Lingxiang and asked, "if I show the skill of flying sword, what will you do when you go back on it?"

"Repentance?" Leng Lingxiang was stunned.

Indeed, she didn't even think about whether she would go back, because in her opinion, Lin Ming would never show his flying sword skill.

Seeing that Lin Ming's eyes began to show a trace of coldness, Leng Lingxiang quickly opened her mouth and said, "I swear that if you really show the skill of flying sword, I will never go back."

"I don't believe it." Lin Ming said calmly.

"Well." Leng Lingxiang couldn't help but be stunned. Then there was a trace of anger in her tone and said, "what do you want?"

At this time, Lin Ming didn't speak. He felt his hand on himself as if he was looking for something.

Finally, Lin Mingzhen took out a black thing from his clothes, which looked the size of mung bean.

Then, with a smile on his face, Lin Ming said, "this is heartbreak pill. You take it. I believe you won't go back."

Leng Lingxiang's face was very ugly. When she smelled it a little, she really smelled a pungent smell coming from the heartbreak pill.

She can't help but say: "if I take the heartbreak pill now, and you can't perform the skill of flying sword, then I'm not fooled by you."

Lin Ming said with a smile, "don't worry, I will give you the antidote."

"I don't believe it." Leng Lingxiang said without thinking.

Lin Ming couldn't help laughing, "you don't believe me, that's your business, but now you either take the heartbreak pill, or I'll give you a sword directly, you have no choice."

"You..." suddenly, Leng Lingxiang choked and couldn't speak.

At this time, with a flick of his fingers, Lin Ming first untied Leng Lingxiang's acupoints, and then handed the heartbroken pill to Leng Lingxiang

"Take it. Remember, your life is in my hands. You have no choice."

"You..." Leng Lingxiang couldn't help choking again. Then she could only take the heartbreak pill that Lin Ming handed over. Holding her breath, she simply put it into her mouth and took it.

Then she looked at Lin Ming coldly, "Heartbreak pill, I have taken it. If you really use the flying sword technique, I want to regret it, but if you can't, please keep your promise, give me the antidote and let me go."

"What's wrong with that." Lin Ming couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, Leng Lingxiang can't help but clap in her heart. She can't help saying in secret. No, look at him. Can he really use the flying sword?

But immediately, she also denied her conjecture. In her opinion, Lin Ming could not show his flying sword skill in any case.

At this time, Lin Ming's attention focused on the sword.

Indeed, a moment ago, he had tried to run the breathing method and activate the sword Qi in the pale golden light.

Sure enough, a little bit of sword spirit was also sent out, slowly through the palm of the hand, into the hand of the sword.