MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-Chapter 4 Jian Zhen Xuan Yuan

The whole performance of the martial arts field was a strange silence. Only the black boy who had been waiting for the closed eyes in the field suddenly looked up and looked at Meng Fu and took a deep look.

His eyes have not yet had time to recover, and the next moment, the shadows flashed, and a figure has swept away like a flying power, because the movements and strengths are too fast, so that even the sound of the sound explosion in the air is even faint.

When the man has not arrived, the white fingers have been broken and handed out, and a twilight dagger on the fingertips flashes in the dark, and the wind is blowing through the wind, directly hitting his eyes!

Only one move, quick and accurate, the angle of the shot is even more difficult to imagine, the challenger is still not very good, Xuanyuan Jianpai up and down, but Qi Qi down a breath, are stunned.

This move, the strength, angle and speed are perfectly integrated... The swords are up and down, except for the masters, I am afraid that no one can make it out...

The young boy in the field sneered, and the heel had moved back three steps. The backhand was a slap in the face, and the Qinggang long sword was worn out by his squatting snake, and he directly shot Meng Fu’s chest.

The two swords slammed and screamed, and the people who shook the audience trembled, and even the violent wind seemed to stop.

The sword wind will break up, the black hair will spread out like a fog, and Meng Fu will shake a hoe, and a long hair will bite between the red lips and white teeth, and the shocking bright and colorful.

On the opposite side of the black boy, his eyes flashed, the long sword slanted, and there were countless snow arcs flashing in the tremor. The Mengfu shake hair in front of the rush was straightened, and then disappeared silently and without smoke.

The hair fell, and the soft arc bent in the air, suddenly disappearing out of thin air.

The whole audience exclaimed, but several of the heads showed the color of surprise, and the hair disappeared. It seems that Meng Fu, who was not evading the flight, was smashed in an instant, and the body was always destroyed. The feminine thing is hard to destroy. What kind of internal strength is this woman practicing, can it be put out of strength, and the destruction is invisible?

The head of Baishan finally began to face the thin woman in the field, but there was still no worry between the looks. It can be seen that although this woman is outstanding in swordsmanship, her skill is slightly insufficient. Although such achievements are so horrifying, but There are many adventures, and the enemy has a lot of experience, and the famous swords that have become famous for many years are still a little worse.

Want to win? I want to be beautiful.

He comfortably moved in the seat and moved his body, smiling.

In the field, after the first round of the game, the two figures were already entangled in the blink of an eye. Both of them were very fast. The onlookers only felt that the wind was blowing and screaming. The figure is confusing, such as wearing a butterfly, the black color is rolling over and rolling, and a colorful streamer is spun on the wide white stone ground. Wherever, the smooth and smooth ground continuously extends the fine cracks, interlacing the vertical and horizontal , like a weird picture.

Seeing that Meng Fu Sha is obviously more powerful and powerful than the Xuan Yuan Jian School, the other people of the martial art are gradually becoming more and more surprised. The people of Xuan Yuan Jian Pai have already lost their eyes.

This is the second time that the door is the first countdown to the sword than the sword? This is Meng Fu Sha, who is not approved for studying because of his poor qualifications. This kind of swordsmanship is light and wonderful, and the artistic conception is extraordinary. This is why the door is too late. Where did she come from?

The seven brothers who had just smashed Meng Fu’s hand took a breath and muttered. “The first hundred strokes, just now the master brother is under the sword, and the ten strokes have not been supported...”

The six divisions around him swallowed and screamed, and they were shocked.

Exclaimed, the face of her face changed indefinitely. She just stepped on Meng Fu and stepped on the sole of her foot. In a blink of an eye, Meng Fu Sha displayed the strength that she could not even reach. The eyebrows could not help but gradually form a layer of iron-blue haze. .

In contrast, only Lin Xuanyuan's look is the most calm, his fingers gently tapping the seat of the bow, looking at the slightest thoughts.

The test in the field has come to an end.

Qinggang’s long sword suddenly broke through the twilight light curtain, silently close to Meng Fu’s wrist, and the water flowed gently, and then slipped to the heart of Meng Fu’s heart.

The hurricane is like a line, and you want to die.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly smiled at the black teenager who was close to the bully.

She is waiting for this moment.

The molars suddenly bite on the red lips, and the blood is shining like a coral. Meng Fu shakes the luck and blows. The rounded blood beads merge and the third layer breaks the nine-story skill and the electric shot comes out.

The air around it became wet and heavy at first, and it became a white mist. Then it was dyed red by the blood beads. It was covered in the eyes of the black boy, and the net twisted and danced to cover his sight.

It’s just that shocking moment.

Five fingers turned over, Meng Fu shakes the palm of the hand, the short sword slaps and slaps, and the sword mans suddenly rises sharply. The brush opens a fan-shaped magnificent light curtain, dazzling into the stunning light curtain, a naked eye is hard to see and slender. The white light rushed out like water, and the cold mang flashed, slamming, and shot at the other side!

Break the third style of the Nine Swordsmanship, "Blue Falling Raid"!

Such as the sky above the electric light burst, suddenly through the Bohai Eight.

Very close distance, extremely strong force, that cold mang, will kill life at a speed that ordinary people can't avoid!

The wind is so strong that the murderous is like a front, so that the air is rubbed hard and makes a ghostly sound.

The exclamation sounded, and Bairan’s head and other people stood up from the seat. Lin Xuanyuan, who was thinking about his fingers in the chair, was shocked by the savage, and his fingers were in the air.

A disciple who was standing closer, slammed his face back, half a squat, and there was fine blood flowing between the fingers.

He was hurt by the overflowing infuriating edge.

This is so fierce, it is almost impossible to escape the slaying trick, so that the people who are standing up are facing each other and chilling.

The boy’s eyesight and reaction were very superb, and the cold mangger began to hide in the light curtain. He had to rush back, and the black shadow flashed like a dragon, and he turned up and smashed out. Rao is still a step slower, a whisper in the silence, Bai Mang through his shoulder bones, a huge blood flower, behind his slightly thin shoulders.

The juvenile landed, the figure was unstable, and Meng Fu shook his sleeves and stood in the wind.

Meng Fu shakes, wins.

The face of Baishan’s face has changed greatly. The test sword will have rules. It is not allowed to rely on many wins. He counts the disciples of the Xuanyuan Jianpai. No one can be a black boy’s opponent, so the strongest in the heads of the family. After Qingcheng Jianpai’s head against Lin Xuanyuan lost a move, he also had no fear. He didn’t want to be stirred up by the ugly woman who suddenly popped up. He couldn’t help but hate himself why he had to swear, otherwise the ugly woman had already left. Where can I get this strange change?

In the silence of the martial arts field, the disciple of the Xuanyuanjian school looked at Meng Fu, and under the sun, the woman’s long hair and her clothes fluttered, and the lower jaw was lifted up, and a delicate and smooth arc was lifted. Smiles look around for a week, and the wind that flies between them is a bit more intense than the daylight.

Some of the people who had previously laughed at her, when she swept over her eyes, could not help but shrink back.

With a sneer, Meng Fu shakes the short sword and throws it into the ground three inches. The white stone floor cracks a crack of a long rule, which looks like a cold and ridiculous mouth.

The red dragonfly on the sword hunts and dances in the wind, arrogant and arrogant, burning the eyes that are meaningless.

The white stone ground of the imperious martial arts hall was destroyed by Meng Fu Sha La La La, but no one was open to the audience.

The black boy didn’t go back to the door, suddenly turned back, his cold eyes, and he was slamming into the Meng Fu Sha, who lifted his cloth and looked up.

Binoculars, the eyes of the teenager, the light of the gods change, such as the waves above the Bohai Sea, can not hold the roll.

Meng Fu calmly looked back at him, his eyes clear, such as the birth of the moon in the sea.

The boy suddenly showed a strange look, raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Fu, then turned and strode away.

Meng Fu Shao looked a bit puzzled and found that Lin Xuanyuan did not know when he had come silent behind him.

Meng Fu was shocked and quickly retraced, and suddenly he was dizzy.

A hurricane with a suffocating air suddenly rolled up.

"boom!"