Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Liu Shengmingyue said harshly.

He swore that he would definitely kill the kid in front of him.

Otherwise, he would have no face to go back to see his father!

Lin Pingzhi dismissed it.

"Really? Then you come." He sneered.

He really didn't care about Liu Shengmingyue.

Liu Shengmingyue held the Fusang knife and stared closely at Lin Pingzhi.

He yelled:

"God's sword!"

With endless strength, he held the Fusang knife and slashed towards Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi's face became serious.

He knew that Liu Shengmingyue's knife was definitely not easy.

A killing intent had already locked him.

"Will one move determine the outcome?"

The corners of Lin Pingzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

I gripped the hilt of the Weeping Blood Sword tightly.

A majestic momentum emanated directly.

The Tianxiang girl looked at Lin Pingzhi blankly.

She couldn't imagine how such a young man could be so powerful.

That's Liu Shengmingyue!

Especially when the two auras collided, Lin Pingzhi's aura even overwhelmed Liu Shengmingyue's aura.

Lin Pingzhi's Weeping Blood Sword moved slowly.

"妦妦..."

Friction sounded.

Although there is no scabbard.

But couldn't Lin Pingzhi use the sword drawing technique?

What Ximen Chuuxue can do, there's no reason why I, Lin Pingzhi, can't do it!

Lin Pingzhi's gaze became sharp.

It's getting closer and closer to August [-]th.

At that time, Lin Pingzhi will go back to the top of Mount Hua, and have a peak battle with Ximen Chuuxue.

If you can't even break his sword drawing skills, then how can you compare with him!

"drink!"

"clang!"

The Weeping Blood Sword collided with the Fusang Sword.

Lin Ping took two steps back.

Liu Shengmingyue flew upside down.

The whole body hit the wall with a "bang".

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spat out from Liu Shengmingyue's chest.

The Fusang knife also fell from his hand and stuck obliquely on the wooden floor.

His tiger's mouth has been split open, and his right hand is full of blood.

Lin Pingzhi's right hand was also shaking constantly.

Liu Shengmingyue's saber earlier.

Powerful!

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But the result.

Or Lin Ping's victory.

Liu Shengmingyue had no strength left.

He lowered his head and looked at Lin Pingzhi.

His eyes were full of despair.