Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"clang."

The two were separated at the touch of a finger.

Lin Pingzhi didn't take advantage of anything.

But fortunately, he didn't let Sima Wei take advantage of it.

"Little guy, who is your master?" Sima Wei asked.

"No sect, no sect." Lin Pingzhi replied.

As he said that, he took another sword straight to Sima Wei's Mingmen.

Sima Wei blocked the sword, his eyes became more and more interested in Lin Pingzhi.

"Your swordsmanship has the shadow of the Five Sacred Sword School." Sima Wei said.

"So what." Lin Pingzhi replied.

Sima Wei's sword almost hurt Lin Pingzhi.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi's Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Sword is very proficient, so he can barely avoid it.

He still had a strand of hair shaved off, though.

"Boy, be careful, otherwise, your head will be cut off." Sima Wei said with a sneer.

He didn't take Lin Pingzhi to heart at all.

"Is it."

Lin Pingzhi withdrew his sword while speaking.

"Oh? Why did you withdraw your sword? Did you admit defeat?" Curiosity appeared in Sima Wei's eyes.

When Yu Canghai saw Lin Pingzhi doing this move again, he immediately resounded the sword that broke the world.

"Master, be careful, this kid is gaining momentum." Yu Canghai said hastily.

Sima Wei's face changed when he heard Yu Canghai's words.

"Stand up?" Sima Wei said, he looked at Lin Pingzhi, "Do you know Ximen Chuuxue?"

"know."

Lin Pingzhi did not lie, he did know him.

"Are you his apprentice?" Sima Wei was worried.

If it was Ximen Chuuxue's apprentice, he would have to think about it, after all Ximen Chuuxue was not easy to mess with.

Although Ximen Fuxue is young, but the swordsmen are the two young masters of swordsmanship.

One is Ximen Chuuxue, and the other is Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City.

"Him? Not worthy."

Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

A monstrous sword intent emanated from his body.

Seeing this, Sima Wei stared intently.

Also issued endless sword intent from his body.

"Boy, I want to see how capable you are, but I actually said that Ximen Chuuxue is not worthy to be your master." Sima Wei clenched his long sword tightly and swept across.

But Lin Pingzhi moved.

"drink!"

He let out a cold drink.

The Canglang sword was pulled out from the scabbard.

There was a "rustling" friction sound between the blade and the inner wall of the scabbard.

With a sound of "clang", the Canglang sword was unsheathed.

"Sword Drawing!"

Sima Wei only felt a bright light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Pingzhi blocked his original sweeping sword.

There was a "clang".

Sima Wei's sword broke.

Lin Pingzhi felt the qi and blood in his body surging, as if he had suffered an internal injury.

"Brother!" Sima Lin shouted hastily.

Sima Wei spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

He looked at the broken sword in his hand, a little startled.

"Brother." Sima Lin supported Sima Wei, he was also shocked.