Just take this knife and put another point in the fight.

Lin Yu wanted to give the title on the spot, and he drank the knife.

However, strangely, the knife in the third young master Huangfu stopped in front of Lin Yu's forehead.

Don't say a point.

Even a slight slight cannot be suppressed.

At this moment, the knife in his hand seemed to have his own consciousness.

There was a constant force of resistance, which was generated from the sword, resisting the three young masters' swinging of the sword.

With a slightly frown, the power in the third young master's hand increased by three points.

Then, the power of resistance became even stronger.

At the same time, the blade began to tremble gently and tremble violently.

As the momentum of resistance increases.

A crazy sense of violence surged out of the knife and rushed into the third young master's body along the meridians in the palm of his palm.

This time, the third young master Huangfu was really moved.

The resistance of this precious sword was unexpectedly strong.

Treasures have spirits, which refers to this situation.

But the spiritual strength of this knife is already rare.

Even the knowledgeable third son of the Huangfu family could not help but be upset.

The rareness of this treasure sword is almost comparable to the several ancestral magical weapons worshipped in the Huangfu family’s secret territory.

Thinking of this, the greed in his heart became even more difficult to contain.

If you can get this precious sword, it will be as good as a tiger's wings for a warrior.

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly poked out his right hand and grabbed it in the void.

"Come!"

The sharp shout came, and the precious sword whistled, automatically broke away from the control of the third young master and flew into Lin Yu's hands.

"It's mine, after all, it's mine. I don't give it to you. No matter who you are, you can't rob it."

Lin Yu held the knife in his hand and stared at the three young masters opposite him.

In the gentle and clear eyes, arrogance and domineeringness flashed.

The magnificent power is daunting.

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The third son of the Huangfu family took a few steps back, his face turning red.

This little character, who was like ant in his eyes, caught him off guard and suffered a loss.

How could the third young master lose such face?

"Okay, very good, very good!"

He looked at Lin Yu without fear and shouted angrily.

"Little bastard, you succeeded in angering me, and for you, it's very unfortunate news."

While speaking, his right hand slowly leaned behind him.

On his back was tied with a simple sword.

brush!

The sword was unsheathed and reflected a dazzling cold light.

The melodious light of glass exudes a slight of vicissitudes of life.

In a trance, it seemed like it had spanned a thousand years and returned to the era of fluttering clothes and shining heroes.

This sword has a long and original ancient charm.

Even the sound of pulling the sword out of the sheath sounded like a guzheng twitching and flowing water.

In contrast, the knife in Lin Yu's hand was more like a weapon of an alien race, with a wild and wild aura.

"Swords are good swords, and people are bitches!"

Lin Yu exclaimed with a smile, deliberately teasing the other party.

This sword is indeed a good sword.

Lin Yu has to admit this fact.

The sword body, like a clear spring, is not without a sharp murderous aura, but also has a bit of gentlemanly warmth.

It’s a pity that the person holding the sword is not a gentleman.

A sword is a good sword, and it is entrusted to it.

"You're looking for death!"

The third son of the Huangfu family had never been teased like this. He was furious and the sword in his hand suddenly flew out.

The sword suddenly turned into a ball of cold light, and the light suddenly exploded.

It turned into a day of light and rain, forming a little bit of flashing light, as if it was about to shoot in all directions.

The third young master disappeared into the cold light of the sky, and the sword light surged, and shot in from the speed of thunder and lightning.

When the sword rains, Lin Yu was surrounded by light spots within three feet.

What is even more heart-wrenching is that as the sword light comes, there are wisps of sword energy condensed as solid.

The sharp sword energy is invincible.

The cold light emitted makes people suddenly feel an illusion, as if they are soaked in the ice for thousands of years.

There were harsh whistles in my ears.

The sword rain spreads all around, the sword energy is scattered, and the roars bring the wind.

At this moment, the third young master was completely hidden in the sword light.

The breath seems to be united with the world and becomes an inseparable part.

The unity of man and nature is the sword technique of unity of man and nature.

Facing this sword of unity between man and nature, Lin Yu's eyes that seemed to be smiling suddenly opened, and an invisible splendor burst out.

The treasure sword in his hand turned into a long rainbow, first soaring into the sky, then his speed surged, just like an arrow breaking the string, and also like a dragon breaking through the waves and moving forward.

This is a unique sword in heaven and earth.

A flash of sword light is faster than lightning.

No, even the lightning is not as sharp as his sword light, so terrible!

With one sword, the domineering aura made time stagnate and space seemed to be imprisoned.

Mr. Jia, who was watching, seemed to see a real dragon flying in a trance in the flashing sword light.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a phantom.

He could not describe Lin Yu's power in the sword, because it seemed that he did not belong to the power of the human world at all.

A flash of sword light, and the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared.

A little cold light retreats thousands of sword energy.

It was like a resurrection of the overlord, scaring away millions of soldiers with one word.

With my invincible domineering aura, it is like the scorching sun, blocking the bright stars.

On the other side, the third young master fully demonstrated the agility of the sword.

Unfortunately, the magnificent sword moves are ultimately unable to withstand the domineering and grand sword force.

With one sword, everything is empty.

The majestic and solemn aura is tragic and desolate.

The charm of that sword is ultimately beyond the pleasure of this sword.

The flowers grown in the greenhouse are beautiful.

But if we abandon the test of wind, frost and rain, we will lack the rigidity and tenacity to move forward.

Experts fight each other, and they will see the winner immediately in one move.

So, a long sword came out of his hand, and a little sword light hit his throat.

The three young masters in white clothes were like a sculpture, with an incredible expression frozen on their faces.

My heart is ashamed!
To be continued...