Although Bai Longming is not a person with strong martial arts, he is a disciple of the Beiluo Secret Sect that inherits martial arts. He is very knowledgeable. When he saw the joke on Lin Su's face, he knew that he was being made fun of. His heart was filled with anger, but his expression grew serious.

"Su Alin, you are very good! With such a powerful practice of truth, I am afraid that I have the ability to break through to the half-step realm of depravity! If you obediently hand over that set of armor, I, Bai Longming, can recommend you to join my master's disciple and become my senior brother!

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the fierce truth pierced into the sword. Strangely, the sword in his hand gradually lost its luster like iron.

If you are an ordinary martial artist, you may be deceived by Bai Longming's performance.

What kind of people were the Corinthians?

When he saw the change in the sword in Bai Longming's hand, his heart began to laugh.

Bai Longming's sword looked ordinary, but Lin Su could see it clearly. This is clearly a weapon, which has reached the level of low-level artists and soldiers.

Such wealth will never change dramatically as a result of the infusion or retrieval of true qi.

What's more, Lin Asuf's Taoism is a master who has reached the elementary level, and his soul burns with his life charm every day. Its essence is no less than that of a moderately strong person. At first glance, Bai Longming's practice is to buy time for himself, to achieve the goal of accumulation, he did not hesitate to stretch out two fingers, the dragon's fingertips were full of real breath, and the electric light and flint clamped the sword body, and the sword body almost pierced his eyebrows.

"It's so easy to break my swordsmanship?"

The white dragon obviously didn't believe that Lin Su could take his sword. His face was a little startled, and his hands trembled violently.

Oh!

With a hazy smile on his face, the white dragon let out a soft sound. His right hand retracted backwards at an extremely fast pace. It was an elongated chopstick with a sharper blade.

Son Mom Sword!

Lin Su barely reacted, and Bai Longming's contracted arm bounced back like a bowstring. In an instant, he stabbed straight at Lin Asu's left eye.

Due to careful planning, superb artistic skills and fierce attacks, Lin Asu immediately fell into danger.

At this moment, his pupils constricted, his whole body was covered in sweat, and he couldn't help but cheer heartily for the arrogant young man in front of him.

Pushing Lin Asu into such a situation, although there were factors of his reluctance to expose Taoist habits, and there were also factors of his reluctance to use his shortcomings to fight against Bai Longming's strengths, but it also exposed his shortcomings in martial arts.

In both eyes, two unfathomable black vortices suddenly appeared. On the spiritual platform, darkness burns violently. At the moment of life and death, Lin Asu could not hide and repair it. A symbolic method suddenly took shape, and he had no choice but to erase Bai Longming on the spot.

However, at that moment, on the altar, the flying fork with his knees crossed suddenly opened his eyes, emitting a terrifying cold light.

Unconsciously, Lin Asu noticed a hint of mockery flashing in her jewel-like eyes.

The light of the sword shot straight into Lin Asu's face like electricity, Bai Longming held the sword in his hand, and when the light of the sword was about to penetrate Lin Asu's eyes, he smiled proudly.

"How can we make it strong and horizontal?"

Bai Longming had no doubt that his sword would not stab Lin Asu, he had worked hard for this thunderous and thunderous style for fifteen years, and even a natural martial artist was placed under his sword.

What is this sick idiot in front of him compared to a man who is born to die?

Under the light of the sword, Bai Longming seemed to see Lin Su's eyes shattered, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Let me die"

Two white and flawless fingers suddenly emerged from Lin Su's Tianling Cave without any signs. The fingers emitted a seductive brilliance, seemingly slow, but it was blocked when the dagger pierced Lin Asu's eyes.

Clams!

Bai Longming thought that he must have a sword, as if it was pierced on the copper wall. The force suddenly bent the sword in his hand, and he stopped laughing. He felt the infinite cold seep into his body.

Puffs!

Angry and painful, he squirted bloody arrows out of his mouth. His body flew backwards like a broken kite. He rolled on the ground a few times. He tried to climb up with his arms, but in the end he spilled blood and lay decadently on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

He stared blankly at the sky and muttered to himself, wondering how the boy surnamed Su had conjured up two fingers.

However, failure is failure. He has always considered himself the first man in the world. He had never seen a single soldier with a sturdy body. Actually, he hasn't suffered any defeat since he stepped into the pinnacle of solidification, but he doesn't want to be beaten by a beginner.

Bai Longming lay on the ground weakly, hating Lin Asu for a while.

Lin Su was surprised to see Bai Longming flying backwards. Although he knew that the knife and fork could not enter bronze, iron and bone, and even the battle against the powerful spiritual charm master was not over, the strength of those two slender white fingers still made him feel a little embarrassed.

In the vicinity of the Tianling Cave, the two fingers of the Flying Yaksha were missing. Lin Su stared inside. Sitting cross-legged in the space of the symbol of fate, the Flying Yaksha seemed to be aware of his peeping, with a faint sneer on his beautiful face.

Lin Asu was taken aback, and scolded the goblin in his heart. It's hard to imagine that the Flying Yaksha would have a charming exoticism when he laughs.

"Does this mean that the Flying Yaksha has developed wisdom after countless retreats?"

Looking at that arrogant face, Lin Asu thought for a while, and in a blink of an eye, they would gather together, with a playful smile on the corner of their mouths, looking at Bai Longming, who was motionless, and stepped over and squatted beside him.

"What do you want to do?" "Hmph, dare to hurt me, my brother won't let you go!"

When the white dragon tea.

"If it's really an inferior tactician!"

Outside the courtyard, Bai Longming's voice gradually weakened, and he was very hurt. He scolded him for a long time, his tongue was dry. When the court did not move, he stopped doing useless things, waiting for the disciples to pass by and rescue him.

Lin Asu stood in the courtyard, his slender palm swept over Bai Longming's mother-son sword, and sighed.

When he reached his eyes, he realized that the local tube was actually a combination of the two local tubes. The sword on the outside is empty, and there is a thin chopstick sword inside. I didn't expect the level of the sword and the sword to be very low. It's amazing how superb the forging technique is.

Zheng!

Insert the sword into the sword, there is no gap between the two swords, like heaven.

Lin Asu hesitated regretfully. After all, he raised his arm and shot the mage soldier out of the door and inserted it into Bai Longming's side.

To him, a low-ranking magic soldier was not a valuable asset. When he hid in the secrets of the Apocalypse, he did not hesitate to take the low-level magic soldier from Xiuluo monster Luo Jianguang as the core of his battle tactics, and let it come to naught.

However, such a dexterous sword was the best treasure he had ever seen. Rao is a treasure he has seen before his death, and he still feels like his heart is beating.

However, he knew that Bai Longming's possession of such a precious wealth was obviously not based on his own strength. The biggest possibility is that his master, Leng Tianzheng, who is one of the five elders, gave it to him.

Once lost, Bai Longming would definitely be punished by his master, but the cold weather would never allow such a treasure to fall into Lin Su's hands.

(End of chapter)