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At this time, Zhang Wei's face was full of elation. He looked at Lin Ming and said coldly: "boy, although I don't know what mean and shameless means you used to rob the spirit sword of the deputy head teacher, now, I'll give you a chance

Give me the spirit sword. Maybe I'll let you die happily. "

Lin Ming said directly: "three points sword light? But that's all. You will, and so will I

"Ha ha ha... ER!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wei couldn't help laughing, but all of a sudden, his laughter stopped.

At the same time, everyone, including Zhang Wei and Wu Ren, almost protruded their eyes, looking at the top of Lin Ming's head.

Indeed, at that moment, whew, a flying sword appeared on the top of Lin Ming's head, followed by countless flying swords.

For a moment, the extremely sharp and fierce sword Qi also came out.

This momentum, compared with Zhang Wei, is actually only strong.

"Well, what's going on?"

"Is this boy a disciple of Qingcheng sect?"

For a time, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren were silly. As for other people, they looked at the scene in a confused way.

"Boy, you can't be a disciple of Qingcheng sect. Even if you know the skill of flying sword, you are not in the class."

Then, Zhang Wei, whose face was already blue, yelled angrily and pointed directly at Lin Ming.

Then, with the sound of a burst of wheezing, the rain of flying swords shot directly at Lin Mingji. The speed was very fast, like lightning.

Naturally, in the eyes of all people, Lin Ming is definitely dead.

But the next moment, everyone is stupid again.

It's true that all the flying swords above Lin Ming's head moved and shot at Zhang Wei.

Choking, choking

A sound of flying swords hitting each other sounded, and then we saw a burst of Martians burst out in mid air.

All the flying swords on Zhang Wei's side were intercepted by Lin Ming's flying swords. They broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Although Lin Ming's flying sword has been cut off a lot, it is definitely not as much as Zhang Wei's.

"It's impossible!"

For the first time, Zhang Wei couldn't believe what happened.

"It's not a bad flying sword at all." Next to him, Wu Ren showed a ghost like expression and murmured:

"This is the three-point sword light skill of Qingcheng school, and this boy's three-point sword light skill has been practiced to a perfect level."

It's true that Zhang Wei, Wu Ren and Liao Jianqi are known as the three greatest swordsmanship talents of Qingcheng school, but their three-point swordsmanship is still slightly inferior to that of Liao Jianqi, unlike Liao Jianqi, who has already practiced three-point swordsmanship to his own free will.

In the three points sword light technique, their realm is the same as Lin Ming's, which is also a perfect realm.

Among the whole Qingcheng school, there are only three swordsmanship talents, namely Liao Jianqi, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren, who have practiced the three-point sword light skill to a perfect level. Now there is one more Lin Ming, who also has such a level.

And it seems that Lin Ming is not a disciple of Qingcheng sect. For a moment, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren are not stunned.

"Go." At this time, Lin Ming had no expression on his face and gave a drink.

Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whe.

"Boy, I didn't expect that you would also be able to practice three points of sword light, and you have reached a perfect level."

Seeing this, Wu Ren snorted coldly: "boy, you are forcing us to join hands. You are actually looking for death yourself. OK, we will help you."

Before the words came down, a shower of flying swords shot directly from Wu Ren. Whew, whew, whew... It also shot directly at Lin Ming.

At the same time, Zhang Wei grasped an ordinary sharp sword like iron bars in his hand. In an instant, the sword changed its shape. It was red all over, and it was burning with flames.

For a time, such momentum made the surrounding temperature rise more than ten degrees.

"Chilin sword!"

Seeing this, the patriarch first exclaimed, and his face was a little more dignified. He reminded Lin Ming, "Lin Ming, be careful. Zhang Wei is holding the Chilin sword of Qingcheng sect, ranking second among the five treasures of Qingcheng sect."

In fact, as soon as the sword changed shape, Lin Ming recognized it.

He remembers clearly that it was the sudden appearance of the Chilin sword that rescued Liao Jianqi.

It's just a pity that Chilin sword saved Liao Jianqi once, but not the second time, and finally died in his hands.

Naturally, he could see the strength of the sword. For a moment, his face was dignified.

At this time, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking, choking.

"Hum." See this, Wu Ren a cold hum, is to see, a burst of rain of flying sword, with faster speed toward Lin Mingji shot in the past.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the rain of flying sword came under Lin Ming's eyes.

"I'll see how you die."

For the first time, Wu Ren also snorted coldly. He thought it was no accident that the rain of flying swords had turned Lin Ming into a hedgehog.

Zhang Wei is also holding the Chilin sword. He already feels that he doesn't need to show it.

"No matter how fierce the boy is, even if he can deal with one person, once the two great swordsmen join hands, he will not die the same way."

At present, everyone, including Yi Siyang and Yi Sifeng, the two hidden Longmen elders, also thinks so.

"Well."

"What, this..."

"What's the matter?"

But the next moment, everyone is stupid again.

Then he saw that the rain of flying sword really shot at Lin Mingji.

But it is expected that the scene of Lin Ming being stabbed into a hedgehog did not happen.

At that moment, he saw a flash of golden light. A layer of golden light appeared and covered Lin Ming. All of a sudden, it blocked all the flying swords.

"Shaolin magic golden bell cover!"

"This boy is a Shaolin disciple."

Seeing this, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren couldn't help exclaiming for the first time.

"No way!"

But then, Zhang Wei immediately denied his own saying: "I know all the Shaolin disciples who have become jinzhongmao, but I don't have this boy."

"Boy, you are so bold. You not only learned the three point sword light skill of Qingcheng sect, but also learned the golden bell shield of Shaolin sect."

Later, Wu Ren also seems to understand what, he also thinks, only this kind of possibility.

"Go to hell!"

With a sudden flash of cold light in Zhang Wei's eyes, he saw his Chilin sword flying up. With a whew, it turned into a red lightning and shot at Lin Ming.