Just this one knife, and then press another point.

Lin Yu was going to give the head on the spot, and he hated the knife.

However, the strange thing is that the knife in the hand of the third prince of Huangfu stopped in front of Lin Yu's forehead.

Don't say a point.

Even the slightest bit can't be suppressed.

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

There is constantly a kind of resistance power, generated from the knife, resisting the momentum of the third son's knife.

frowned slightly, and the strength in the hands of the third prince increased by three points.

Immediately, the resistance was also a little stronger.

At the same time, the blade began to tremble slightly, shaking violently.

As the resistance grows.

A crazy sense of violence gushed out of the knife and surged towards the body of the third prince along the palm meridians.

At this moment, the third prince of Huangfu was really moved.

The resistance of this treasure knife is unexpectedly strong.

Treasures have spirits, which refers to this situation.

But the spiritual strength of this knife is already rare.

Even the well-informed third son of the Huangfu family can't help but be amazed.

The rarity of this treasure knife can almost be compared with the ancestral divine weapons enshrined in the secret territory of the Huangfu family.

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

If you can get this sword, it will be no less than a tiger with wings for a warrior.

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

"Come!"

When the shout came, the treasure knife swished, and it automatically got rid of the control of the third prince and flew into Lin Yu's hands.

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

Lin Yu held the knife in his hand, and his eyes stared at the third prince opposite.

In the warm and clear eyes, there was arrogance and domineering.

Brilliant and mighty, it is daunting.

Whew......

The third prince of the Huangfu family took a few steps back, his face flushed.

This little ant-like role in his eyes caught him off guard and suffered a loss.

The arrogant third son, how can he lose such face.

"Good, good, very good!"

He looked at Lin Yu without fear, and shouted angrily in his mouth.

"Little bastard, you have managed to provoke me, and this is very unfortunate news for you. ”

As he spoke, his right hand slowly leaned behind his back.

On his back, a sword of ancient shape was tied.

Brush!

The sword was unsheathed, reflecting a dazzling cold light.

In the light of the graceful glass, there is a wisp of vicissitudes of charm.

In a trance, it seems to have spanned thousands of years, returning to the era of fluttering clothes and shadows.

This sword has a long and original ancient charm.

Even the sound of the sword being drawn out of the sheath sounds, there is a kind of guzheng plucking, the elegant rhyme of mountains and flowing water.

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

"A sword is a good sword, and a man is a slut!"

Lin Yu smiled and admired, deliberately teasing the other party.

This sword is indeed a good sword.

Lin Yu had to admit this fact.

The sword body like a clear spring has not only a cold murderous aura, but also a bit of gentlemen's warmth like jade.

It's a pity that the person with the sword is not a gentleman.

The sword is a good sword, and it is not a man.

"You're looking for death!"

The third son of the Huangfu family had ever been ridiculed like this, and in a fit of anger, the sword in his hand suddenly swept out.

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

Turning into a day of light and rain, forming a little bit of flickering light points, as if they want to shoot out in all directions.

The figure of the third prince disappeared into the cold light in the sky, and the sword light skyrocketed, shooting at the speed of thunder and lightning.

When the sword rain rose, within three feet of Lin Yu's surroundings, he was caught in a point of light.

What's even more striking is that with the burst of sword light, there are wisps of sword qi that are condensed like substance.

Sharp sword qi, invincible.

The cold glow emitted makes people suddenly have an illusion, as if they are immersed in the ice of ten thousand years.

Ears were filled with piercing screams.

The sword rain is pervasive all around, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the wind is howling.

At this moment, the third prince's figure is completely hidden in the sword light.

The breath seems to be one with heaven and earth, becoming an inseparable part of each other.

The unity of heaven and man, this is the swordsmanship of the unity of heaven and man.

Facing this sword of the unity of heaven and man, Lin Yu's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling opened suddenly, bursting with incomparable essence.

The treasure knife in his hand turned into a long rainbow, first rising into the sky, and then the speed surged, like an arrow off the string, and cut through the thorns like a dragon breaking the waves.

This is a unique knife in heaven and earth.

The flash of the knife is faster than lightning.

No, even lightning is not as sharp and terrifying as his sword light!

With a swing of the knife, the domineering momentum made time fall into stagnation, and the space seemed to be imprisoned.

Jia Lao, who was watching from the sidelines, seemed to see a soaring real dragon in a trance in the flickering knife light.

Even he couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or if he had seen a phantom.

He couldn't describe the power of Lin Yu's sword, because it didn't seem to belong to the power of the human world at all.

The sword flashed, and the sword light in the sky disappeared abruptly.

A little cold light, retreating thousands of sword qi.

It's like the reincarnation of an overlord, scaring off millions of male soldiers with a word.

I have my invincible domineering spirit, like the scorching sun, covering the stars.

On the other side, although the third prince brought the agility of the sword to the fullest.

It's a pity that the ethereal and magnificent sword moves are difficult to resist the domineering sword momentum after all.

With a single sword, everything is empty.

The majestic and murderous atmosphere is tragic and desolate.

The charm of that sword is no match for the pleasure of this sword.

The flowers grown in the greenhouse are beautiful.

But abandoning the test of wind, frost and rain, it lacks the strength and tenacity to forge ahead.

Masters compete, between one move, immediately see the winner.

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

The third prince in white was like a sculpture, and his expression of disbelief was frozen on his face.

The heart is like ashes!

At this moment, there is one word to describe his mood, that is: his heart is like ashes.

The dignified heir of the secret realm, the son of the Huangfu family, was actually defeated by a mortal.

The flash of lightning, which was faster than lightning, amazed his mind.

Domineering, resolute!

The arrogance and coldness contained in the sword light made his poetic painting shatter in an instant.

It's a bloody knife.

But the sword is not a murderous sword.

He lost.

Moreover, the loss is dead.

After a hundred battles, the arrogance and domineering tempered between life and death are not something that a son-in-law like him can resist after all.

Whether it is momentum or tricks, he is completely defeated.

This result made it difficult for the third prince to bear.

With his strength, he would not have been defeated so easily.

Helplessly, in addition to strength, in terms of character, he is farther away from the other party.

Since he was a child, how has he ever experienced the test on the verge of life and death?

The chicks hiding under the wings of the family will never be able to appreciate the cold of the eagle soaring in the sky.

The cold blade pressed against his throat.

The shadow of hell hangs over my heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt that death was so close.

Death within reach, froze his blood.

The third prince stood dumbfounded, motionless.

Or rather, they don't dare to move.

The blade sticks to the skin, conveying the aura of coldness.

In a moment, his mind came to a standstill.

Lin Yu on the opposite side held a knife in one hand, and his indifferent face reflected an arrogant demeanor.

He looked at his opponent lightly, looking at the third son of Shengxue in white.

The cold eyes reveal condescending pride.

This kind of pride is completely different from the arrogance of the third son.

Lin Yu's arrogance is a kind of self-confident domineering, and he leaves the deepest despair on his opponent with a crushing attitude.

His arrogance is calm and calm, and it is the arrogance of righteousness.

Compared with him, anyone's arrogance can't be so natural and free.

"As I said, people who pretend to be forced in front of me generally don't end well!"

Lin Yu smiled lightly, flipped his wrist, and prepared to cut this big head under the knife.

At this moment, a panicked shout suddenly sounded in his ears: "Don't do it, you can't kill him, Lin Yu, you can't kill him!"

Jia Lao waved his arms in a panic, and the ominous premonition in his heart finally became a reality.

The third son, one move failed.

This shocking result made him lose the courage to escape.