Don't know where the sword came from?

Bullying?

Snort –

Seeing the blue streamer of Qinghui's smooth sword body slashing through, that huge sense of threat struck.

Several people around him, including the sect master, subconsciously wanted to stop Qinghui's movements.

But Qinghui's movements were too fast, after all, the weapons of the upper realm were the first, and it was more than enough to clean up a few lower realm monks.

Several people couldn't keep up with her movements at all, and could only see the silver-blue light fly towards the little boy in an instant, and this person's master only had time to shout a word.

"Heng'er, get out of the way!"

As soon as the little boy's voice fell, before he could react, he was swept to the ground by the huge wind and waves, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the silver-blue gorgeous sword hilt nailed to the ground next to him, and he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat, and the tingling sensation between his neck was felt at this time.

There seems to be sticky |||Thick blood slid down his neck, the tip of his nose smelled blood, his body trembled unconsciously, and he froze and couldn't move at all.

Qinghui slowly pulled out his sword.

See, this is called bullying.

And she has always disdained to bully Luobei and lower her identity! Lower the b-square!

I don't know what these Luo Bei are trying to do all day long, if they have to provoke Lord Spirit Sword to cut Luo Bei, is there something wrong with their brains?

'Little Neuropathy' decisively came to the conclusion of this group of people: I can't figure out the thoughts of Luobei, but it's true that they are all sick.

Then the silver-blue long sword turned around twice in the air, and the blade of the sword pointed at the Sword Sect Master, but even if the other party's aura was strong in this, it still made her look down on it, so she was very unhappy, and if she was not happy, she would be even more depressed.

So he didn't bother to take care of this group of guys, and slowly flew back to Xie Feiran's side, the light of the sword body was faint, and he directly cut off a section of Xie Feiran's robe.

This spirit sword is really too weird, and in the eyes of the Nether, the famous swords that can be called are basically already in the Sword Pavilion, and I haven't heard of any rumors that there are powerful swords that look like this.

It doesn't look like a magic sword, but it doesn't feel like it's easy to communicate.

Seeing that the other party had cut a piece of Xie Feiran's robe, everyone thought that this sword that flew from nowhere was about to attack Xie Feiran.

As a result, Qinghui's sword pointed to the ground, and then a sword fell straight down and fell on the rough cloth that had been cut off.

Xie Feiran, who was closest to Qinghui and watched Qinghui's movements: ?

Everyone didn't see the blood splashed, and they looked at it with a little puzzlement.

I saw Qinghui begin to roll his sword body, and rolled himself into the coarse cloth, covering the sharp blade of the sword.

Then he jumped lightly and tucked himself directly into the other's arms.

The delicate-looking little boy was a little confused and held the sword that jumped into his arms, and then the door of his head was knocked on the hilt of the sword again.

Qinghui: I'm so annoyed, can't you hurry up and cultivate well? Something like that.

Every time, there are various reasons why you can't fight.

Thinking of this, Qinghui knocked on the door of his head several times.

Irascible!

Light coffee: ...... You're careful to knock people out of the blue.

This is probably the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and after the disappointment, Qinghui is extremely irritable.

The little boy's black hair is a little messy.,Wearing a robe like a dog gnawing on his body.,Sitting on the ground and looking quite embarrassed.。。

The body is still a little out of strength, but in his hand is holding a delicate over-the-top sword, but this sword is a little 'hot'.