Chapter 197: Silver is pinched, Seventh Brother, you have to be calm!
Ling Xiyun's palm was cut into a deep opening, and blood continued to emerge from it, making the audience only regret it!
Ling Xiyun bit her lip tightly and forcibly raised her injured hand in pain, the hideous sword marks on her hand, and the endless blood flowed down her wrist drop by drop. Just one stroke will make her skin open and flesh open! What kind of swordsmanship is this, breaking the ice sword and coming out of the water sword, his sister's, it's still over!
You're in the ring!
You're going to murder all the time!
Take out all the housekeeping skills! I haven't wanted to do it so much, how can you do this!
Alas...... Sure enough, to forgive the enemy is to be cruel to yourself......
Narong Jingxuan's eyes were locked on Ling Xiyun, who was injured and in a daze in the center of the ring, and his eyes were faintly full of pity. Will there be so much blood on her hands? Why should she be so strong! Cry out in pain! Grasping the sword with her hand, doesn't she really know how to swordsmanship?!
Then Narong Jingxuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his knife-like gaze shot straight at Gao Yechen, which suddenly made Gao Yechen's spine stiffen and break out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't been in the game, he would have died with no place to bury! Anyone who dares to hurt him, prepare the coffin first!
Whining...... Gao Yechen really wanted to be killed by a tofu at the moment...... The Lord must be trying to kill him now! Will he go to the west with his braids over as soon as he finishes the game? O Lord Lord! He had no choice but to do it, he really wanted the Extreme Frozen Snow Lotus, but the woman in front of him could only use swordsmanship if he couldn't win! He didn't expect it to be like this, he didn't mean to hurt her......
It's a pity that no matter how much you Gao Yechen explained in his heart, he couldn't hear Narong Jingxuan, Narong Jingxuan held a piece of silver that he didn't know where it came from, and stared at Gao Yechen with his eyes.
Narong Yeyu just watched Narong Jingxuan support his head with one hand, and the piece of broken silver that he was playing with in his hand was suddenly pinched into a flat one, and then turned into a long one, and then became a long one, and then became long, back and forth countless times, and when he exerted his strength, he seemed to have some internal force...... Poor silver, it has long been pinched out of shape......
The corners of Narong Yeyu's mouth twitched twice speechlessly, he suspected that Seventh Brother definitely regarded this piece of silver as Gao Yechen in the ring...... What if he couldn't bear to throw the money away! Gao Yechen must not fall to the ground on the spot!
Seventh brother, you must be calm! Sense! Impulsiveness is the devil!
Of course, Narong Jingxuan was naturally not so impulsive, and he suddenly shook his hand and let go of the piece of silver in his hand, which had turned into slag. Narong Jingxuan sprinkled the crumbs of silver on the ground, reached out and picked up a cup of tea and drank it slowly to calm the anger in his heart.
Narong Yeyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, fortunately, Seventh Brother's anger finally disappeared.
In the center of the ring, Ling Xiyun stood there with her eyebrows twisted and looked at her wound and didn't know what to do, a wisp of wind caressed it, making the wound a little painful! Tut...... Is it going to be bandaged, but will Gao Yechen give her time?
The answer is of course not!
Gao Yechen gritted his teeth ruthlessly, did not give Ling Xiyun any time to breathe, and raised his sword ruthlessly again. Even if the master wants to cut him with a thousand knives after the race, he won't give her time to bandage! This was the only chance he could win, she just had to get out of the way so he wouldn't hurt her too much, and he just wanted her to retreat to the edge of the ring!
"Blue Water, Icy Sword!" Gao Yechen shouted, and five long swords flew towards Ling Xiyun again!
He dared to come! I want to die, right?
Narong Jingxuan's fierce gaze shot over quickly! The teacup in his hand was almost crushed by him......