Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

Admission, I saw that the original three competition venues had been cancelled. The huge square and one competition venue must have been specially set up to meet the viewing of everyone. The Li family and the Chen family on the high platform did not come today. It seems that yesterday's game has swept their face.

At this time, the whole square was shrouded in a kind of almost crazy noise. There were noisy voices everywhere, shouting all over the sky. Fortunately, before long, Lin Jianling called four participating teams to play, briefly explained the specifications and order of the game, and started the game directly. If it was delayed, I don't know what kind of public anger would be caused.

Girls are powerful. Crying is always a sharp weapon against men. It can penetrate layers of barriers and chase them to the heart. When Lin Xuan cried, Zifeng was beaten back to his original shape and scratched his head and ears. The momentum just now disappeared: "don't cry, will you? It's all my fault. I don't know where I offended you. Can I apologize? Don't cry. "

"I won't! Who let you annoy me? " Lin Xuan could not help scratching up

This scene made everyone present lose their eyes. But Miss Lin, the Pearl of Qingyun Town, doesn't know how many rich children want to be attached to a marriage. But in full view of the public, flirting with a teenager of the same age. It's unacceptable.

The two people on the stage talked to themselves and ignored the growing sobs on the court. Lin Jianling couldn't see it anymore. But my daughter can't go on like this. Shout loudly: "the game begins, both sides are ready!"

Like the evening drum and the morning bell, wake up the two people immersed in the feelings of children and women. Lin Xuan can quickly wipe away the tears on her face, hold the sword in her right hand, and immediately restore her heroic appearance. Zifeng is embarrassed to smile at Lin Jianling with apology, and hurriedly stand aside and draw out the ink knife.

Wake up, Lin Xuan can't help but be ashamed and annoyed, clenching her fine teeth, Wu Zifeng! You wait, I, how can I be so ashamed in front of everyone.

Before the sound left, Lin xuanke used her proud martial arts, phantom sword technique. This sword technique is like a shadow and unreal. It is more subtle than Li Yihan's fallen leaf sword technique. Zifeng had to avoid for a while.

With a move of "moving the shape and changing the shadow", Lin xuanke's figure on the competition platform suddenly disappeared. There was only a nihilistic sword shadow. I couldn't see where Lin xuanke's figure was, and Zifeng could only react at the moment when the sword shadow touched his body. Rao shizifeng reacted quickly, and there were already several sword marks on his body. Fortunately, it wasn't deep.

Lin Xuan can use the sword technique. She dances faster and faster. Soon, she is covered by the shadow of the sword covering the sky. She can't hide.

Zifeng just stood and looked at the sword shadow in front of him and slowly swallowed himself. He looked serene, like a long lost habit. Zifeng naturally closed his eyes and recognized that the originally quiet scene in the sea was broken in an instant. His mental power was like the running water on the mountain, slowly flowing all over the square.