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Chapter 189 The Rampage Flying Sword!
(﹏) Small. Small eel?
Hearing this familiar name, Xiao Bailong couldn't help being stunned, and immediately felt sad, and the corners of his eyes glistened with tears.

The flying sword under its control lost its strength in an instant and fell limply.

The loveless prodigal son can't even hold a sword.
"Eh?"

The one eye of Xianghuo Shami froze, and he was keenly aware of the abnormality immediately.

() There is a flaw!
'Swah--'

I saw Xianghuo Shami swiftly raised his sword and slashed straight at Feijian mercilessly.

'clang! ! ! '

Amidst the crisp sound of gold and iron clanging, the seemingly limp flying sword seemed to be frozen in mid-air, motionless under the huge slash.

Σ(っ)っ clams! ?What's the matter?

Xianghuo Shami was startled, and immediately withdrew his sword quickly. Driven by the high and strong muscles of his arms, the long sword slashed violently several times in a row.

but.
Nothing worked.

(ó﹏ò) Like, so much like, the little eel was so merciless when he slashed at me with his sword.
The little white dragon couldn't stop the trembling of his lips, he raised his paw and wiped away his tears.

Then, stepping on the white dragon blunderbuss to levitate up, took the sunglasses on Chen Xuan's head and put it on his face, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying to hide his sadness by pretending to be chic:
_Little eel, don’t come to look for brother in the future, brother has decided to stay with loneliness from now on
but.
Didn't last for three seconds, but cried out with a 'wow',
Master!pain!It hurts so much!

Little Bailong, who couldn't hold back at all, buried his head on Chen Xuan's shoulder, tears flowing down into Lanzhou ramen.

at the same time.

The Feijian, which was originally drooping and sluggish, regained its power and gradually stood up!
'唰——' '唰——' '唰——'

Because Xiao Bailong's emotions were so agitated that he lost control, Feijian turned on the rampage mode under the influence, slashing and slashing in the air.

The rules are messy, but the moves are deadly. Only the incense novice scrambled for a while, unable to resist.

Can't stop it, can't stop it at all.
When the flying sword was suspended in mid-air before, it couldn't cut anymore, let alone start to run away now, the force of each chop was so terrifying that it didn't dare to block it hard.

"Isn't it? Moto, how sad is your sorrow?"

Even Chen Xuan, who was the envoy, was shocked.

He originally thought that when Xiao Bailong's mood fluctuated violently, he would draw another talisman to improve the conversion efficiency of spiritual energy.

Unexpectedly, relying on its own most primitive and low-end conversion efficiency, it can actually bring such a large increase, and there is no need to do anything extra.

And this also reflects from the side that Xiao Bailong's inner sadness after losing love is enough to flow upstream
It is estimated that the increase in combat power brought about by this 'sorrowful' state is equivalent to raising the race rating by 1 star.

Before this
Both Xiaobailong and Xianghuo Shami's strength levels are 9th rank, but the former has a 5-star racial rating, while the latter only has a 4-star rating.

Therefore, one combat power value is 4500, and the other is 3600. The combat power gap between the two sides is 900.

With the advantage of the attribute restraint of 'Huo Ke Jin', the difference in combat power will be reduced to a certain extent.

Therefore, the Xianghuo novice was able to show that he was evenly matched and even had the upper hand according to the subtlety of his swordsmanship.

but
At this moment, if Xiao Bailong's racial rating is calculated as 6 stars, it has a combat power of 5400.

1800's combat power is poor, no matter how restrained the attributes are, it still has a crushing hard power advantage.

"We admit defeat!"

Seeing that Xianghuo Shami had completely lost his fighting spirit and shivered and hid behind him, Ruoneng could only sigh helplessly, then turned his head and said to the referee.

He knew very well that even if he insisted on not admitting defeat, it was actually just a waste of time.

Even if Xianghuo Shami is encouraged to continue fighting, the opponent has reached an almost invincible level based on the difference in combat power shown at this moment.

Moreover, after realizing this, it was difficult for him to maintain the state of 'anger', and he sent emotional energy to the 'mind charm' to bless the incense novice.

Anyway, you are going to lose, so why not take the initiative and look decent
"Wait a moment!"

However, just as the referee was about to announce the verdict, Chen Xuan stopped him.

"what happened?"

the referee asked suspiciously.

"I think it's too early to talk about winning or losing."

After answering, Chen Xuan turned his head and persuaded Ru Neng with a serious face: "You can hold on for a while, maybe I will be powerless after a while?"

Hearing this, if you could glance at the flying sword dancing vigorously, as if you could only stop by chopping off your head, you swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a few cold sweats dripped from your bare head, and said:

"I don't think it's necessary, is there?"

"When a monk encounters a small setback and gives up lightly, what kind of mind do he cultivate? What kind of Buddha do he become?"

Chen Xuan directly kidnapped morality.

This time he came out, not because he was idle and had nothing to do, but because of Xiao Bailong's seemingly disorganized sword style, which seemed to have a sense of mystery in a vague way.

Therefore, I want to keep this 'sadness' state for a while longer, and wait until Xiao Bailong's emotions are not so out of control, to see if he can take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck of swordsmanship and improve himself.

Maybe, you can find out a set of "sad swordsmanship" that goes with the "sad state"?
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If he could choke, he could only put his hands together in a twitching face, show an ugly smile at the referee, and signal to continue the game.

Then, he looked at the incense novice who was grabbing his trouser leg to avoid the battle.

The three eyes met, and the Xianghuo novice shook his head again and again in fright.

"It's okay, it's just 'passing away' in a blink of an eye, and I'll give you another meal in the evening."

Ruo could sigh lightly and pat its head to turn it into a talisman again, then hold it between his fingers and throw it forward, and the incense novice returned to the battlefield again, scurrying around in embarrassment.

As time passed, Xiao Bailong's mood calmed down a little, and he raised his head while weeping.

Looking at the long sword flying in the air, the scene of getting along with the sword eel once appeared in his mind
(ˇˇ) Since we know each other by the sword, let us tell each other by the sword!A man only suffers from fame but not success, so why bother not to have a wife?
Xiao Bailong, who decided to bid farewell to this relationship completely, controlled the flying sword that ran around like a headless chicken, and began to chop, cut and pierce regularly following a certain trajectory.

A sword force with a murderous intent in endless sadness spread out on the field, so frightened that the Xianghuo novice couldn't help clamping his legs, and tightly covered his little bell with both hands.

Because the trend of the sword path is always wandering in the lower market.
Seeing that Xiao Bailong planned to create a set of sword techniques to commemorate his lost love, Chen Xuan couldn't help asking curiously:
"What is your name for this sword technique?"

(〝▼皮▼) Beheading male swordsmanship!

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