Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

He slashed towards Lin Pingzhi's chest.

Lin Pingzhi knew that if he was hit by this knife again, the injury from the previous knife would also be caused.

Then he can say that he must die.

"Even if I don't kill you, I know I have to use all my strength." Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

The Yitian sword blocked Fu Hongxue's black knife.

"Roar--"

With the other hand, Lin Pingzhi directly slapped out the twenty-eight palms of subduing the dragon.

A hint of shock appeared in Fu Hongxue's eyes.

He didn't expect that Lin Pingzhi would also be able to fight left and right.

"Humph!"

Fu Hongxue narrowly avoided Lin Pingzhi's Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Is this your best effort?"

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"Of course not." Lin Pingzhi looked at Fu Hongxue and smiled.

Fu Hongxue's eyes were full of vigilance.

"In that case, I'll wait for your full strength." Fu Hongxue said cautiously.

Lin Pingzhi put the Yitian Sword back into its sheath, with a faint smile on his face.

"If that's the case, then you are optimistic." Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

Not only Fu Hongxue, but everyone was shocked by the action of him withdrawing the sword.

Now you are fighting to the death, why did you withdraw your sword.

"Are you serious about withdrawing your sword?" Fu Hongxue asked, "But I won't give you a chance."

His limp was a little heavy, and his whole body was like a meteorite hitting towards Lin Pingzhi.

"Looking good." The smile on the corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth grew stronger.

Sword intent.

Sword intent is everywhere.

Lin Pingzhi's gaze locked tightly on Fu Hongxue who rushed over.

Fu Hongxue's speed was very fast.

But for Lin Pingzhi, it was not enough!

"Chong-"

The Heavenly Sword unsheathed.

"Sword Drawing!"

When Fu Hongxue saw Lin Pingzhi draw out his sword, the black knife he was carrying stopped moving forward, and was replaced by a shield in front of his chest.

He knew that if the sword was not blocked.

The one who died was him!

"clang--"

There was a rapid clash of swords, and Fu Hongxue was directly sent flying several meters away.

He supported his body with the black knife, and finally stopped his retreating figure.

Lin Pingzhi's sword shocked everyone present.

How could the sword just now be the same as Ximen Chuuxue's.

Everyone looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

Lu Xiaofeng was dumbfounded at this moment.

"Ximen, you knew him before?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

"No." Ximen Chuuxue still only uttered one word.

But the shock in his heart was no lower than anyone else.

His heart was filled with shock.

Sword drawing is his unique skill.

Although swordsmanship masters can imitate, but at most it can only reach [-]%.

But Lin Pingzhi's sword just now.

Not just [-]%.

There are even signs of surpassing him.