Just now she was standing in front of her. With the speed of her hand, how could the sword fall and disappear?
This scene, but also let stand on one side, has been indifferent expression of the man, a frown, eye flash a doubt.
This is the legendary ninth lady of the sick seedling waste?
Cloud spirit water is also open eyes, fundus is that surprised with consternation, there is a trace of confusion, eyes straight around swept.
What about people?
Swept a circle, unexpectedly did not see the trace of cloud dance completely, even breath all have no.
It felt as if she had disappeared out of thin air.
How is that possible?
She is a waste. How can she have this ability?
But
"Are you looking for me? Don't look for it. I'm by your side. " A strange cold voice suddenly came from Su Jingmeng's ear.
Su Jingmeng's face sank, almost subconsciously. With a long sword in his hand, he split toward the sound source.
The sharp sword falls, but it is still the air.
Now, if Su Jingmeng doesn't have a sense of crisis, it's stupid.
If a waste, can achieve this kind of haunting situation, then what kind of waste?
"You want my life?" Yunwu's indifferent voice finally came from her front.
Su Jingmeng looked forward, cloud dancing figure, just like the general flash in the void, stood in front of her in the blink of an eye.
Su Jingmeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold eyes flashed a touch of elite. She stared at her and said: "originally, you have been pretending. You are not a waste at all. That's why the old master attaches so much importance to you, isn't it?"
This question, she said very definitely.
But Su Jingmeng's words, cloud Lingshui's eyes on one side open wide, what's he pretending?
How is that possible?
Who is so stupid, obviously has the strength, but pretends to be the waste? More than ten years? He was bullied and beaten bloody many times, and almost lost his life several times.
Just to be a waste?
Smell speech, cloud dance, eyes as dark as a deep pool, sneer: "you are so smart, then you should know, when you enter here, you have to leave life as a price?"
"What a big breath!" Su Jingmeng's eyes flashed darkly: "even if you are a waste, today, I will make you a real waste."
Su Jingmeng yelled angrily, and the long sword in his hand attacked and dyed the sword Qi, and stabbed away quickly.
The third level fighting spirit is strong enough to split people in two.
The cloud dances the corner of the mouth to sneer slightly Yang, the body shape doesn't move, so looking at that sharp sword to split toward her head.
Cloud spirit water see this, the bottom of the heart a joy, shout: "a sword killed her!"
Su Jingmeng is quick and ruthless!
"Brush!"
The sound of sword cutting through the air.
However, in the next moment, Yun Lingshui and Su Jingmeng are surprised to take a breath.
Unarmed?
No, it should be said that the two slender fingers were intercepted by the sharp sword.
Su Jingmeng's face changed slightly after taking a breath, because she could do her best with this sword.
But now, the sword in her hand is between Yunwu's fingers. She can't move at all. She is exerting herself in her hand and still doesn't move.
Looking at the cloud dance that still smiles indifferently, Su Jingmeng feels a sense of danger in her heart at this moment.
I want to take the sword back.
Cloud dance looking at that facial expression some ugliness of Su Jing dream, the corner of the mouth slightly rises, "this is yourself send to come, your life, I accept."
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