Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Relying on his own speed, learn a wave of evil sword skills.

It is also simple.

Although the power is not comparable to the real evil swordsmanship.

But the opponent is Yue Buqun.

Lin Pingzhi could barely compete with Yue Buqun with this seemingly evil swordsmanship.

"Clang clang clang!"

The swords of Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi collided continuously in the air.

The sound of gold and iron clashing again and again.

Zuo Lengchan and Kong Xing watched this scene.

They were estimating Lin Pingzhi's strength.

Seeing that the two are evenly matched.

Did they find out that Lin Pingzhi was overestimated?

But they had another idea.

That is to underestimate Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun's current martial arts has reached the realm of perfection.

"Yue Buqun is hiding so deeply!"

Zuo Lengchan couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Seeing Yue Buqun's current martial arts.

He found that Yue Buqun had caught up with his martial arts unconsciously.

If he took people to Huashan before.

Yue Buqun has the current strength.

Zuo Lengchan can only say that there are more bad luck than good luck.

But since then.

Zuo Lengchan made great progress!

Now he looks down on the world.

He didn't think Yue Buqun was his opponent.

Similarly, he didn't think Lin Pingzhi was his opponent.

Even Ren Woxing, who defeated him twelve years ago.

Zuo Lengchan is confident enough now.

If you call Ren Woxing again.

The star-attracting method that can completely abuse him!

Thinking of this, the corners of Zuo Lengchan's mouth rose slightly.

A confident look appeared on his face.

At this time, it is still difficult to distinguish the high and low in the field.

Yue Buqun became more and more sure.

Lin Pingzhi used the evil sword technique.

Only Lin Pingzhi himself knows.

He used the pseudo-evil sword technique.

Although not very powerful.

But in the hands of Lin Pingzhi.

It is still enough to deal with Yue Buqun.

"Lin Pingzhi, you villain, die!"

There was madness in Yue Buqun's eyes.

He held a sword flower.

The figure is like a ghost.

It kept moving in front of Lin Pingzhi.

"drink!"

He gave a loud drink.

The gentleman's sword in his hand is pointing.

It was Lin Pingzhi's throat.