Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

But she herself was in tears.

But she knew, she was old.

"The master said, take a good look at the senior sister."

Wan Yanping kept thinking about this sentence in her heart.

So even though she was heartbroken at this moment, she held Xiao Wu firmly.

She was afraid that Xiao Wu's exclamation would completely plunge Lin Pingzhi into death.

Yilin opened her mouth, wanting to shout loudly.

But she knew she couldn't.

She could only cover her mouth by herself.

Let the tears flow through her fingers.

Some tears even got into her mouth.

Very salty.

Ximen Chuuxue laughed.

His smile is cruel.

Facts have proved that ginger is still old and spicy.

Although Lin Pingzhi's sword moves are stronger than him.

But he, Ximen Chuuxue, had never lost in a sword competition.

The injury this time was enough to cause Lin Pingzhi to fall to the ground seriously.

He didn't believe that Lin Pingzhi could still resist.

"Su Mingyue, use your palm!"

Ximen Chuuxue shouted.

He used the [-] Subduing Dragon Palms to stimulate Lin Ping.

As long as Lin Pingzhi used the Dragon Subduing Twenty Eight Palms.

His sword heart will be destroyed in an instant.

Moreover, even if Lin Pingzhi killed him with his fist.

In this life, Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship could not improve at all.

If he didn't kill him with his fist.

Then his Ximen Chuuxue Jianxin will be stable.

Since then, it has soared into the sky!

In the world, it is difficult to have a swordsman who can compete with Ximen Chuuxue.

There was also blood overflowing from the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth.

He could feel the pain in his chest.

There was even a cold wind that penetrated into his flesh.

A chill swept through his body.

All kinds of magical powers in the body were mobilized by Lin Pingzhi.

He needs these magical powers to heal his wounds.

Shenzhao continuously repaired Lin Pingzhi's skin and flesh tissue.

The Nine Yin and Nine Yang Divine Art eliminates the sword intent that seeped into Lin Pingzhi's body when Ximen Chuixue Sword slashed at Lin Pingzhi's body.

The Weeping Blood Sword was still stuck on Ximen Chuuxue's shoulder.

He didn't let go.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Lin Pingzhi with an extremely crazy expression.

Because the sword cannot directly cut off Lin Pingzhi's head.

He raised his sword, ready to cut off Lin Pingzhi's arm.

In this way, his injury will be the lightest.

"Su Mingyue! Go to hell!"

The sword was raised high.

A snowflake fell on the sword and was cut in two by the blade.

Everyone watching held their weapons in their hands.

They all felt that Ximen Chuixue's victory was sealed.

Next, it's time for them to play.