Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Dongfang Bubai looked at Lin Pingzhi and said.

He originally thought that Lin Pingzhi was only good at light work.

Never thought that Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship is so fast, accurate and ruthless!

"Weak or not, it's not up to you!"

Lin Pingzhi retorted.

A little under his feet, like a ghost, he stabbed towards Dongfang Bubai with the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade.

For a moment, the shadow of the sword filled the sky, and the monstrous sword intent filled the entire West Garden of the Imperial Palace.

Between the flickering cold light.

The blade had already come to Dongfang Bubai.

"Hmph, even a small skill dares to make an axe!"

The corner of Dongfang Bubai's mouth twitched, revealing deep disdain.

"whispering sound!"

The sword hummed softly.

It was as if the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade was complaining for Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes also flashed coldness.

Dongfang Bubai, let you underestimate me.

Send you to the west now!

The blade sliced ​​across Dongfang Bubai's body.

However, this scene made Lin Pingzhi startled.

"Phantom!?" Lin Pingzhi exclaimed.

Dongfang Bubai's speed was so terrifying.

When people leave, in their own eyes, there are still phantoms left behind!

"not good!"

Lin Pingzhi was suddenly startled.

A violent crisis sounded in his heart.

The Crying Blood Ghost Blade was thrust out, but was quickly retracted by Lin Pingzhi.

His speed is already very fast!

However, Dongfang Bubai was even a little faster.

"boom!"

Lin Pingzhi took Dongfang Bubai's slap hard on his shoulder.

A huge impact erupted on Lin Pingzhi's body.

His figure fell backwards.

at the same time.

A coldness flashed in Dongfang Bubai's eyes.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Several embroidery needles were aimed towards Lin Pingzhi's forehead and stabbed in many places on his chest.

"Oh shit!"

Lin Pingzhi cursed secretly.

The Weeping Blood Ghost Blade in his hand did not hesitate.

Waving into an impenetrable sword net.

"Ding ding ding..."

All the embroidery needles were blocked.

Lin Pingzhi also breathed a sigh of relief.

But Dongfang Bubai didn't give Lin Pingzhi a chance to breathe.

"Death!"

With a cold drink, he turned into a red shadow.

He quickly rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

A cruel look flashed in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

I don't hate you, I hate your mother!

"Humph!"