I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"In the battle with the enemy, don't look at your own hair more than your own life!" An Lin screamed, and the body instantly broke through the void, and there seemed to be Dapeng across the sky behind him.

Peng Pengxing!

His body smashed into the void and rushed to Ye Ling at a very fast speed.

Ye Lingsu flipped his hand, and a handle of cyan colored glass sword flashed from the ring.

Her momentum has once again changed, becoming a sword singer with superb kendo!

An Lin’s fist carries a sacred fire and slams into Ye Ling. The horrible punch instantly flattens the void and even distort it.

Ye Ling's cross sword is in front of him, his feet are embedded in the earth, and the golden sword is straight into the sky, such as the flooded mountain, which is generally stable and eternal.

Dingjun Mountain!

Hey! !

An Lin’s fist fell on the blade, as if he had hit a eternal mountain of life, and his fists were alive. After the ultimate reinforcement of the ground, such as the turtle pattern is generally cracked, but the leaves are not moving!

An Lin face the color of nostalgia.

This type of sword, he is very familiar.

The people who were eating melons outside the military field saw this scene and they were already exclaimed.

"It’s a forty-nine sword!"

"Yes, the master sister used the fifteenth heavy sword of the forty-nine swords, Dingjunshan!"

"I didn't expect that our forty-nine swordsmanship would be so powerful. Just feeling its power, it would create a desperate mood that could never be broken."

"Master Ye Ling's sister has already reached the peak in the use of the sword."

The disciples were excited to discuss that the four-nine swordsmanship is the core sword of the Forty-nine Xianzong. Basically every core disciple can practice, so when Ye Ling uses the sword, they can all see it!

But it is one thing to see that it will be another thing.

The forty-nine swordsmanship is eighteen, and the entry is simple. However, every time you learn a little, the difficulty is increased by the geometric multiple. The fifteenth re-establishment of the military mountain, in the whole power of the cloud, the forty-nine sects, can skillfully use Not more than ten people!

The dozen or so young disciples, who saw Ye Ling blocking the terrible punch of the Anlin lord, were also dumbfounded. They couldn't help but find out the small books in the yellow ring of the Nayong. They read the four characters of "Four Nine Swords" and they are the first to send...

Is this sword of the Sun’s brother’s hand thrown so arrogant?

They feel like a dream! !

Just when everyone was sighing or shocked, the cracking sound of "咔咔" suddenly came.

Ye Ling’s body squats slightly, and the sword defense is under the weight of the fist, and finally cracks appear, and the cracks are getting bigger and bigger...

"Your forty-nine swordsmanship is well practiced."

An Lin smiled and praised, the boxing strength increased again!

Ye Ling's face changed greatly, and her Dingjun Mountain still couldn't stop Anlin's fist.

The cyan glazed sword suddenly burst into white fog.

Anlin only felt his fists empty, as if the sword in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the fist continued to rush toward the front, but the dangerous omen also shrouded the whole body in a flash.

He felt the loss of the perception of Ye Ling.

The blue cloud falls like nine days, dividing the fog and white clouds.

"Sword Sixteen, Falling Clouds!"

A clear drink came from high altitude.

"Slow down." An Lin's eyebrows lifted slightly, his body did not move, but his fingertips picked it up slightly.

The fire of the gods gathers into an arrow, and instantly penetrates the void, pulling out a deadly trajectory in the void.

This is the first heavy derivative of his true fire feather, Red Arrow.

His arrows are faster than Ye Ling’s falling clouds! !

A sigh of sorrow, accompanied by blood splashing, dripping between the clouds.

Anlin's body moved sideways at the same time, and the falling clouds fell on the ground side of his body, and a shocking gully was found.

When he looked up again, he saw Ye Ling falling toward him, his shoulders had been burned and penetrated a blood hole, but the white face was not in the slightest panic, a pair of smart, big eyes with gods, shining with dangerous light. .

The sword in the hands of Ye Ling has disappeared.

She fell to Anlin like this, like a bird that fell from injury.

Anlin’s heart suddenly raised a dangerous feeling, as if the long-awaited beast had finally revealed her true fangs!

A little cold, growing bigger and bigger in the pupil.

The silvery white light illuminates the entire evening.

The girl in the air danced in the blue sky, the glory of the sunset stretched her shadow, the slender and slender body fell quickly, and the right hand held a dagger like a streamer.

At that moment, Anlin recalled that night, Ye Ling was in the scene of a group of people who fell into the dragon and cut vegetables and cut vegetables. It was this weapon...

This is a lore artifact! Ye Ling is a natural killer. This artifact is in her hands and can burst out of imagination!

"Linger, she finally has to dance." Xu Xiaolan looked at the field with some excitement.

She is the person who knows Ye Ling best. In these decades, Ye Ling can be said that she has a big hand.

She witnessed the growth of Ye Ling bit by bit, so she knew how terrible the Ye Ling was holding the artifact!

Silver-white streamer, clear soul.

Anlin’s eyes became white and snow, and for the first time, he used his own magic.

Ye Ling’s sense of danger to him at this moment is too strong, he must go all out.

In the state of the gods, Anlin seemed to be slowing down the movement of all things. He moved to the side and avoided it. Ye Ling’s dagger edge passed by and only opened a corner.

Just then, a golden scorpion ruptured into the void, like a dragon roaring.

Bang!

Ye Ling’s chest was blown up!

Anlin also got the reaction in the future, but he saw Ye Ling's figure illusory.

Afterimage?

In the next moment, Ye Ling appeared behind Anlin, and the silver and white fronts swayed in space, and the speed was even more terrible than before!

However, the speed of Anlin seems to be better than that of Ye Ling. He does not have to turn around and move his body to escape the assassination of Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's wrist flipped, the dagger changed the trajectory and sprinted again.

Time flies, the cold light flashes, every flash is a fatal raid!

She can launch an attack from any place in the space, on the left side of Anlin, on the right side of Anlin, on the top of Anlin's head, in front of Anlin. Not only that, but also suddenly jumped out of the shadow, her shadow, the shadow of Anlin, even the ground gravel or the shadow of fallen leaves...

Everything in the heavens and the earth has turned into her slaughterhouse. She is the **** of killing the butcher knife!

Ye Ling’s attacking spirits are gone, and they are fatal.

An Lin Mingming has used Shen Jianshu, which can lead the enemy to find out the flaws, but if you want to completely keep up with the speed of Ye Ling, it is still very difficult!

The disciples can only see the afterimage of the non-stop movement, and the frosty white edge flashes. Obviously there are large arrays to isolate the battle zone, and they still feel the murder and the chill of the bones.

"It's terrible. This is the strongest strength of the eruption when the master sister uses the sword to send you a safe road. Seeing the crack on the barrier is not, these are all drawn out by her sword!"

"Can't stop the master sister's killings in the big line of the joint level? Really!"

"Isn't it really a lord of Anlin? Although there is no trick, but hiding a few hundred, the master sister still can't leave a **** mouth on him!"

The disciples are talking hotly, although they can't understand what the two are playing, but they are very excited!

An Lin heard a key word in the evasion. The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch: "Send your sword safely?"

Ye Ling, who is attacking, has a chilly face that flies to his cheeks, some shame and embarrassment.

What Anlin seems to understand: "Nianan Tianxian... Send you a safe sword on the road... It’s hard to make it, you are to commemorate my safe road~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is this the name?"

Ye Ling’s face was redder, her lips were close, and she was swaying in her hands.

This looks like it is the default.

Anlin couldn't help but laugh.

A good lore artifact, there is such a name.

Ye Ling, is this the advantage of taking his name, is it also inherited?

It seems that the road has broken the mind, and Ye Ling’s attack has become even more rapid, as if to let Anlin not continue to say it!

Anlin saw a heart in his heart, and Ye Ling was obviously disturbed by his mouth.

There are flaws! !

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