Putiro found that the breath of the human hiding in the snowflakes had become vague, which made his sense of this human named Lin Sen always a little sluggish, and it was difficult to target it in advance.

So he didn't dare to be careless, and concentrated his whole heart on the human in the green robe, on the sword in his hand.

While!

Putilo, who was quite focused, finally caught the opponent's sword momentum with his long knife, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw that after the opponent's sword reverberated past, it suddenly trembled eight times in the middle of the road, like slashing eight swords at high speed.

The sword momentum has changed again!

Bang!

The purple lightning that escaped around lit up suddenly, condensed the silks, and turned into a thunderous dragon, and with the sword of essence, it slashed out, and pounced on Putillo's body with a fierce and domineering might.

Putilo's face changed, his wings shook rapidly, and his body was quickly raised, and the Dao Thunderbolt Madness Dragon flew under his feet.

And then a twist, and it struck upwards again.

Zhang Sleeve frowned, this Lin Sen seemed to be stronger than when he fought with him!

Zhang Sleeve didn't know that Lin Sen was because of love, and at the same time wanted to see where her limit was, so he fought with her to that point, of course, because of Zhang Sleeve'er's home advantage in the artistic conception of the piano.

Seeing the thunder strike under his feet, Putilo turned over and put his head under his feet, and the long knife was slashed out.

"Slash!"

Putillo's tongue burst into thunder, and the high platform rattled, and the heavy beams and pillars below shook faintly.

If it weren't for the fact that Lin Sen's sword momentum was also thunderous at this time, I am afraid that many people would have been surprised by this sudden explosion.

With the explosion, the knife suddenly changed, he covered the real with nothingness, and his strength and spirit became empty at the same time, and the fierce thunder below was stretched and stretched, if it was torn, no, it was really torn.

The thunder was torn into sections, and the power was gone, and Putilo's knife was unfurled, and in the void, the tip of the knife poked out, and Lin Sen's eyebrows were in a hurry.

The smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, making Yan Man below look at ease, and the winged people on the roof were shocked.

Because Lin Sen on the high platform changed his moves leisurely, his posture was leisurely as if he was dancing, rather than fighting for life and death.

The thunder that was torn into sections suddenly changed, the surroundings became hazy, and the stopped blizzard filled again, revealing the coldness, making the people watching the battle nearby couldn't help but shiver.

The snowflakes fluttered, and Lin Sen's sword turned into a surging white light, vigorous and mighty, like a collapsing snow-capped mountain, facing the void sword momentum with a posture of burying everything!

With ethereal to the emptiness!!

Bang!

The sword light was bright, the snowflakes turned into ice crystals and reflected the light, and many people's eyes were full of brilliant and dazzling white light, and the crisp sound of the sword and knife clashing was far away.

The light disappeared, the falling snow subsided, and Putillo, who had landed on the high platform, took five steps back, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and the hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Sen stood in place, not a single snowflake on his refreshing cyan robe.

This Putilo is far worse than Zhang Sleeve'er, not to mention that Zhang Sleeve'er is extremely strong because of his cultivation of the Great Yin and Yang Fu, even in terms of subtle control over moves and true yuan, he can't compare to this woman.

Besides, Putilo was slightly injured in just a few moves, not only did he not have the intention of retreating, but his anger soared, and his killing intent soared.

The spectators of the imperial capital below were dazzled, and when they saw Lin Sen dividing five by two, the cleanly repelled wingman master, they had already regarded him as their own.

As for the title of the foreign boy, it has long been thrown out of the clouds.

The cheers and cheers came one after another!

Putilo glanced coldly at the crowd in the audience, and said with a smile: "I, Putilo, have not been defeated yet, you humans, it's too early to cheer." Maybe you can't do it today without using your real skills!"

In the restaurant, Hong Fulin looked at a few winged people proudly, only to see Patrick's face change rapidly, but he quickly returned to normal, worthy of an old fox.

And the gray-clothed winged man, who was the strongest behind him, showed a thoughtful expression, looking at the human beings standing on the high platform, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Sen repelled and injured Putilo, which made Yan Hao in the audience very happy, and couldn't help rubbing his hands and saying, "Okay, good, this kid is very good!"

Obviously, he is getting more and more satisfied with this prospective son-in-law.

Murong Ziyang and her group of little sisters sitting in the restaurant, no one complained about Mi Fu anymore at this time, but began to talk about Lin Sen.

"Wow, this brother is so handsome. ”

"Yes, I feel more powerful than Mi Fu's son. ”

Murong Ziyan glanced at the second girl who spoke, and said in her heart: "Aren't you talking nonsense, one is a grandmaster, the other is a great grandmaster, what's the comparison?"

"From today on, I am a supporter of this Lin Sen Gongzi. ”

"Hey, Xiaoxue, haven't you always said that you are a hardcore 'Mi Jiajun'. ”

"What's the matter, I'm a mutiny, Miss Ben is now 'Lin Jiajun'. ”

"It's nothing, I'll join. ”

"I'm on board. ”

A group of original Mi Fu supporters, suddenly became Lin Sen's "support group", of course, there is no such thing in this world, the meaning is almost the same.

The little girl's mind is always so fickle.

Only Murong Ziyan sat there with a complicated mind, silent, looking at Lin Sen on the stage from time to time, and turning his gaze to Yan Man below from time to time, I don't know what I was thinking?

After Putilo was repelled by Lin Sen, he saw that the other party was quietly watching that he was not chasing after the victory, and he couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart.

"Hmph, pretending to be something, this is the best chance you have ever missed to beat me. Later, I, Putilo, will be serious, and I won't give you such a chance again. ”

His wings fluttered and floated slowly, and the long knife in his hand pointed straight to the opposite side.

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting, "Duh!"

The sound was not loud, like the early morning when the blizzard stopped, but in the center of the ears of everyone below, it was like rolling thunder, echoing endlessly, impacting the Yuan Shen and shaking the heart.

After the explosion, Putilo's breath changed abruptly, from the original cold to the erratic breath.

Although this person is there, it gives people a sense that it is difficult to grasp and guess.

Standing there, it was like a yin wind from the Nine Shadows, which was extremely terrifying.

The ordinary people watching the battle below couldn't help but shudder, just looking at it like this, there was a chill.

Patrick on the roof smiled, Putilo's methods were not yet exhausted, and the winner was not yet known.

However, after seeing Hong Fulin's same leisurely expression, he was not so sure.

Isn't this human being doing his best?

He thought to himself.

The gray-clothed winged man behind him was still pondering, and his mind didn't seem to be in the ring.