His gaze fell on the slender sword body that bloomed with turquoise light, and the ripples on it were actually made of water condensation, which was very extraordinary.

Lan Miao was also looking at Qinglin's bamboo sword, but found that it was just an ordinary bamboo sword, and there was nothing special about it, but the sword intent emitted by the bamboo sword made his heart stir.

Lan Miao asked herself, in the "sword" road, he has reached the peak, a body of swordsmanship and sword intent, in the entire Long Yin, there are very few who can beat him.

As soon as this bamboo sword came out today, it actually made the water-breaking sword in his sea of qi tremble, how could he not be surprised?

He has always regarded himself very highly, and the person who uses the sword in the Qing court, he is called the second, and no one dares to call it the first.

His vision is no longer limited to one city, but towards the name of the "sword leader".

Now it is rare to have a person with a sword, which arouses his interest, how can he miss the opportunity to fight.

As for Jin Wuming's plan, Lan Miao didn't take it to heart, and the reason why she agreed to Jin Wuming to come was not for that little bit of petty profit.

It's more just to get a glimpse of Mr. Clearfly, and it would be even better if you could get your hands on it.

Lan Miao looked at Qinglin and said with a smile: "My sword is cast by the dark and blue water in the cold pool of the Tianshan Mountains, and I am good at overcoming rigidity with softness, little brother takes a bamboo sword, why don't you change it to a good sword? ”

Jin Wuming shouted: "Lan Miao, the most important thing at the moment is to deal with Qing Fei, don't make any extraneous branches." ”

Lan Miao glanced at him and said lightly, "Are you ordering me?"

Jin Wusheng was stunned, and then thought that although these four were invited by him, they all thought very highly of themselves and did not obey him, so he suppressed his mood and said as calmly as possible: "The overall situation is important at the moment, and when you clean up the dragonfly, I won't stop you whatever you want." ”

Unexpectedly, Lan Miao didn't pay attention to it at all, and just made a sword gesture at Qinglin: "Please advise." ”

Jiang San whispered softly in Qinglin's ear: "This guy seems to have two strokes, if you are sure to defeat him, just compete with him, win him, and then ask someone for medicine, it will be much more convenient." ”

Qinglin understood, took a step forward, and said, "I can compete with you, but I have one condition." ”

"Please. ”

"If I win, I want you to get out of here and don't hurt anyone. ”

Lan Miao nodded: "That's nature." ”

Then the conversation changed: "What if I win?"

Qinglin thought for a while and said seriously: "I shouldn't lose." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but secretly mock him.

This kid is extremely arrogant, in front of the dignified water-breaking sword Lan Miao, dare to speak so shamefully, should he be the sword leader Bai Jingting?

Only Jiang San knows that Xiao Linzi has always spoken so sincerely, and he doesn't know how to be flexible, and with him, the days of offending people in the future will be long.

But Jiang San doesn't care, people, you have to live a life like yourself, if everyone can speak well, they are all cunning and cunning, and they are all fart!

Lan Miao laughed softly, and the water-breaking sword with a turquoise glow was already in his hand.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, the momentum of his whole body changed suddenly, and the unstoppable sword intent made everyone present look sideways.

Qinglin held the bamboo sword and dealt with it calmly.

Lan Miao's expression gradually became solemn.

Many people think that the young man in front of him is arrogant, but when he meets the young man's gaze, what he sees is a pair of clear and sincere eyes.

He has been practicing for more than 20 years, walking most of Longyin, experiencing hundreds of battles large and small, reading countless people, and a pair of eyes have long been well versed in people's hearts.

He knew that what the boy said would not lose, it was true...

So, he wanted to give it a try!

The eyes of the two staggered, Lan Miao took the lead, moving like a rabbit, as fast as an arrow, and instantly swung his sword and leaned towards Qinglin.

Qinglin was full of qi around the bamboo sword, and with a slash, he faced the broken water sword.

There was no such thing as the collision of blades.

The bamboo sword in his hand and the water sword clashed for the first time, like slashing on a water curtain, swept by, and fell into the air.

Lan Miao's face was smiling, and the remaining momentum of the Water Breaking Sword was unabated, sweeping towards Qinglin's chest.

Phew!

Qinglin flashed sideways slightly, and the sword qi of the Broken Water Sword swept to the placket of his clothes, and he immediately made a cut.

Only then did I know that Lan Miao's broken water was also soft and rigid, soft as the breeze duckweed, incorporeal and formless, just like a divine weapon, with huge killing power, if you are not careful, you may be injured under her sword, which is really weird and difficult to prevent.

When fighting with people, the opponent's sword is not allowed to be thought about by Qinglin.

Lan Miao slashed sword after sword, handed out one after another, Qinglin met the sword edge, resisted several times, and was swept away, but it was the water-breaking sword, which spared no effort every time, and slashed towards Qinglin with a very strong attitude.

Qinglin dodged and moved, and one after another emerald sword qi, in front of and behind him, the earth was high, drawing a series of shocking ravines.

Qinglin seemed to be suppressed by Lan Miao and had no power to fight back.

Jiang San was secretly anxious.

Damn, the little white face makes the sword too weird, and it is impossible to guard against it, and everyone will suffer.

Jin Wuming's mood finally got better.

It is best for Lan Miao to slash this young man with a sword, to achieve the effect of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, and he is superior in momentum.

His eyes have been paying attention to the movements of Mr. Qingfei and the girl in purple, and if something is wrong, he will strike first.

The girl in purple looked at the young man in the field.

The first time I saw him, I was on the Yangtze River, with a man in white, and I broke Pei Feng's wonderful fist technique with a sword.

The second time I saw him, it was on the Qingting Lake last night, on the bluestone bridge, he thought she was an ordinary woman, and he couldn't bear her to get drenched in the rain, so he gave her an oil-paper umbrella.

And now, I met him again in this city lord's mansion, and in just a few days, it was the third time.

The ancients said that after looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for an encounter in this life, how much fate should they have?

The pretty girl looked at the look of the girl in purple, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't help but quip: "Yo, I'm afraid Miss doesn't like that son, right?"

Well... That's right, that bamboo sword boy is not only a good cultivator, but his appearance is even more dusty, especially those eyes, clear and spiritual, when he looks at people, he seems to be able to speak, no wonder it will seduce your soul. ”

The girl in purple pinched the pretty girl's slender waist and said, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The pretty girl sighed, but her mouth was still unforgiving: "Poke in the arms, someone should be anxious."

However, although that son is good, he can't compare to Lan Miao, he has been pressed by others, and if he continues like this, he won't last long and will be defeated. ”

The girl in purple has such eyesight, although the bamboo sword boy has been dodging, he is obviously at ease.

Lan Miao's sword qi was surging like a tide, and it was very powerful.

The bamboo sword boy has also been dodging and retreating, and it seems that he has no power to fight back.

If you look closely, you will find that it is not the bamboo sword boy who has been avoiding Lan Miao, but Lan Miao's sword, following his figure and moving.

Although Lan Miao is powerful, he can't help the bamboo sword boy, and the latter has not shown his true strength so far...

On the high platform, Shangguan Qingqing, who was wearing a red phoenix crown and holding a small golden phoenix, only fought for more than ten rounds under the stage, and the bamboo sword boy had no power to parry, and couldn't help sighing: "I thought he was a powerful person, but looking at this situation, he was about to lose." ”

Mr. Qingfei nodded and said softly: "It's Lan Miao who is about to lose."

Shangguan Qingqing was surprised: "What?"

I saw that in the field, Lan Miao had already sensed Qinglin's dodge, as if intentionally or unintentionally guiding his sword qi was pointing.

He seems to be active, but in fact he is passive, and there is inevitably a hint of unspeakable meaning in his heart.

He once realized the sword at the Tianshan Waterfall in Song Yincheng, took the dark blue water at the bottom of the Tianshan Cold Pool, and condensed it into this water-breaking sword with his own qi as a guide.

Cut off the Tianshan Waterfall with one sword, so that the huge waterfall that rushes like a dragon stops flowing for ten breaths, and becomes famous in one fell swoop.

After that, there were countless kendo masters who returned with feathers in his hands, but none of them were as leisurely as Qinglin.

Lan Miao took a light breath, and the water-breaking sword suddenly made a rumbling sound, like a waterfall pouring down above the nine heavens, enveloping the momentum of thunder!

"My sword, the name of the water, even the Tianshan Waterfall of Song Yincheng has to be retreated, if you can take it today, I will lose. ”

This sword intent is surging, from the bottom to the top, rushing away.

In the school martial arts field, sand and rocks flew in an instant, rolling up a storm.

The three of Bei Feng, Lin Jieyu, and Happy Boy, who were standing at the forefront, used their own qi to desperately suppress the leaked sword intent, so as not to fly the entire school martial arts field.

Qing Lin was forced into the air from the ground by this vast sword intent, looking at the endless sword intent like a dragon, there was a strange brilliance in his eyes.

"I have a sword that can make all things wither, and when the sword comes out, it will freeze three feet even in the scorching heat of June. ”

Rin Sword--

The second master who studied under him, a scholar.

Qing Lin was in mid-air, and his whole body's qi was blooming, and at this moment, the majestic qi displayed made everyone gasp.

Mr. Qingfei and the girl in purple stared at the same time, and admired in their hearts: Second product - extreme artistic conception!

Qinglin's body was in mid-air, and his whole body was wrapped in a bamboo sword, and from top to bottom, an extremely cold aura spread out from mid-air.

On a September day, there was a sudden heavy snowfall.

Lan Miao's unstoppable surging sword intent was covered by a layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then spread along the Broken Water Sword to his palm, the ice shattered, and Lan Miao flew backwards, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his face was as pale as paper.

Everything in the world can't escape the freezing three feet...

The true meaning of Rin's sword intent.