Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

The spectators are all so excited, let alone those two who are fighting?

It's just that they moved too fast, and the sweat they sweated was dried by the wind formed by the strong internal force in an instant.

Their shadows are all over the field>

Those with poor skills were almost dizzy by their figures.

After another half an hour, Feng Lingyan suddenly broke out in cold sweat again. [

She noticed the change of Gong Yanmo's sword power, although it seems that although it is flexible and incomparable, it seems a little lacking in strength at the moment>

The sword seems to be holding a heavy weight, and it is a little stagnant>

At least not as light as Feng Jian Yue Li.

As soon as Kazama Yueli got into a fight, she completely forgot herself, and she no longer had anyone or any concern in her eyes.

He is the knife, and the knife is him, free from any external force.

Really free and easy like the wind.

But on Gong Yanmo's sword, there is a line——

His feelings, his career, his deployment, and his country are that invisible line.

In terms of intelligence and talent, Gong Yanmo is much higher than Fengjian Yueli.

But his mind is too complicated and he has too many things to consider.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, martial arts and medical skills, resourcefulness and poisonous skills, they are all familiar and familiar with everything.

But he knows too many things, and if he is distracted, it will be difficult to reach the real peak.

Although Fengjian Yueli's talent is a bit worse than Gong Yanmo's>

But he can also be regarded as a highly talented martial arts prodigy, and he has a specialization in martial arts>

So after he and Gong Yanmo fought to the point where they were beyond a thousand strokes, his advantage was revealed.

He looked like the amber-purple sword in his hand, cold, sharp, and sharp.

He remained expressionless, but a bloodthirsty and excited light flashed in his eyes.