Boom!

Syllable!

The figures of the two paused slightly, then turned around again and headed towards their opponents, both of them extremely fast.

At this point, even trying to capture their movements can be difficult.

The long sword in Lin Chaoying's hand danced, and wherever the sword blade attacked, it was Zhu Hefeng's death point, and the murderous aura in his beautiful eyes was extremely dignified.

At this moment, when she made a move, she had no reservations, and she displayed all her martial arts, her tricks were ruthless, but she was extremely chic.

Lift weights lightly, chic as you wish!

The halberd in Zhu Hefeng's hand was held high, and the Qingying Sword in Lin Chaoying's hand was a divine weapon used by Dugu when he was a young man.

And with the vision of the sword demon, martial arts, and the sword that can be kept by him all the time, how can it be broken copper and iron, it will only be a divine weapon!

The halberd in Zhu Hefeng's hand is of course extremely extraordinary, but compared with the Sword Demon Sabre, it is still more than inferior after all.

Every time the blades clash, they can leave a not light sword mark on his halberd, which can be completely broken at any time in a long way.

However, Zhu Hefeng did not have the slightest fear that the halberd was about to break, and the halberd in his hand danced, adding up, it weighed more than 100 catties, and under Lin Chaoying's sword, it was as light as nothing.

Lighter and softer than a fallen leaf, dancing with the wind.

The halberd attacks casually, and every time it can block Lin Chaoying's sword blade at the last moment, it does not intersect with the extremely sharp sword blade, and hits the back of the sword with the halberd.

The sword, no matter how sharp it is, has a limit after all.

Since it is a sword, it is impossible to even have a sharp back of the sword. In this way, the blade of the Qing Ying Sword will no longer have any lethality at all.

On the contrary, Zhu Hefeng's offensive turned, and there was fierceness in the gentleness, and the pressure was as strong as Lin Chaoying was out of breath for a while.

Syllable!

Another crisp sound sounded and fell into Cher's ears.

At this time, this little girl's pretty eyes widened, as if she could pop out of her sockets at any time, her pretty face turned pale, her hands clenched tightly, and she didn't say a word.

That's amazing!

Boom!

Lin Chaoying only felt as if he had crashed into the boundless waves, no matter how the sword moves in his hand changed, he couldn't help the other party.

For a moment, I was distraught.

As his mind turned, the back of the sword was hit by the halberd again, making a crisp sound. And at this moment, in that pair of beautiful sword eyes, a trace of sharpness suddenly crossed.

The long sword was between the lightning and flint, and with a sudden turn, the blade of the sword suddenly locked the crescent blade of Zhu Hefeng's halberd, and let out a crisp sound.

Click!

Lin Chaoying's change of moves was extremely fast, as strong as Zhu Hefeng, and he didn't have time to react for a while, although the halberd in his palm was also a rare good weapon, but compared with the divine weapon Qingying Sword, it was still inferior after all.

In a flash of lightning, the crescent blade on the side of the halberd was cut off and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Immediately, Zhu Hefeng's face showed a deep horror, and Lin Chaoying's Qingying Sword slashed towards Zhu Hefeng's fingers along the bare long pole.

Once it is implemented, it is estimated that Zhu Hefeng will be able to say goodbye to his fingers.

Brush!

Lin Chaoying, who had always used soft moves, suddenly unleashed such desperate moves, even though the sword blade was still some distance away from him.

Zhu Hefeng couldn't help but feel cold in his fingers, his hands turned violently, and a halberd more than seven feet long suddenly turned into a rotating wheel.

Lin Chaoying only felt that his arm was numb, and before he had time to draw his sword, the Qing Ying Sword seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool.

Syllable!

A crisp sound sounded, and the weapons in Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying's palms came out of their hands at the same time and fell to the ground.

Swish!

Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying, who were originally fighting, also separated, and the sharp momentum in the void dissipated.

Call! Xue'er, who was watching the battle from the side, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that her young lady and Carefree had finally stopped.

The tender white palm patted the chest that was beginning to take shape, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Sister Lin, I lost." Zhu Hefeng looked at Lin Chaoying three feet away helplessly with his empty hands, and said with a wry smile.

Lin Chaoying clasped his hands on his chest, his expression was proud, a trace of pride crossed his sword eyes, and he chuckled: "Yes, I won." ”

"Stinky boy, it's too careless for you to lose this time and lose to yourself. If you can use the Darkiron Heavy Sword at your waist, or if you can fight quickly, I will definitely not be your match. ”

Hearing Lin Chaoying say this, Zhu Hefeng showed a flattering expression and said, "Sister Lin, now that you have won the little brother, you have to protect me in the future!" ”

As he spoke, the figure came behind Lin Chaoying in a flash, and a pair of hands reached out and kneaded it on Lin Chaoying's smooth fragrant shoulders.

"It depends!" Lin Chaoying was proud in his heart and said leisurely.

As he spoke, his right hand reached out, and a powerful attraction emanated from his slippery palm, acting on the Qing Ying Sword.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The Qing Ying Sword let out a dull groan, as if this divine weapon, which had been silent for nearly a hundred years, also felt that his new master's victory this time was excited, excited.

The hilt of the sword fell into Lin Chaoying's palm, but a trace of brightness crossed the originally somewhat dim sword body.

On the contrary, on Zhu Hefeng's Fang Tian painting halberd made of fine iron in this life, terrifying cracks continued to emerge.

Click! A crisp sound came out, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was made of fine iron, broke inch by inch and turned into crumbs.

Fighting against a divine weapon like the Qing Ying Sword, if it weren't for Zhu Hefeng's blessing with his own advanced cultivation, maybe Fang Tian's halberd would have been broken a long time ago.

It's remarkable enough to be able to hold on until now.

"Your Fang Tian painting halberd is broken?" Lin Chaoying's sword eyebrows were bright, and he saw Zhu Hefeng's halberd broken, and his expression was leisurely, and he said with a smile.

Zhu Hefeng nodded helplessly and said, "What Sister Lin said is that the little brother's weapon is broken. It seems that this dark iron heavy sword can only be used in the future. ”

As he spoke, Zhu Hefeng pulled out the Xuantie heavy sword inserted in the leather scabbard at his waist with his backhand, with an indescribable bitterness.

He likes heavy weapons, long weapons, especially heavy weapons among long weapons such as Fang Tian's painting halberd.

Now, Fang Tian's halberd was broken, and he could only use this Xuantie heavy sword.

A hint of a smile appeared on Lin Chaoying's cold pretty face, and her cherry lips opened slightly, letting out a cold and pleasant laugh.

"Hehehe!"

In the midst of the crisp laughter, the peerless strange woman moved the lotus step and walked towards the tomb of the living dead, with a graceful and graceful posture.

Reflected in Zhu Hefeng's eyes, the sadness of the destruction of the weapon in his heart dissipated, and he subconsciously caught up.

In a short time, the two of them disappeared before the clearing. Only the messy ground can prove the fierceness of that battle!

Xue'er watched her young lady and Zhu Hefeng leave, looking inexplicably melancholy.