Zongwu begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 84 Don't find trouble for everyone!

"Brother Qi, I pulled out listening to the rain sword."

When Lei Wuxi saw Qi Lin's arrival, she was shocked and happy, and did not forget to show off her achievements.

Qi Lin encouraged: "The sword just now is good, the moonlight is like water, the selling looks good."

Lei Wuxi showed a big smile, and then said again: "Brother Qi, I understand the reason for my sword to pull the sword ... it is guarding."

After that, the injuries on his body poured out together, and he drove out directly.

"It's really a dumb and stunned boy!" Qi Lin shook his head with a smile, raised his hand, pushed him to Li Hanyi, who was standing behind.

"Who is your way?" Song Yan stared back at Qi Lin and asked slowly.

Qi Lin did not cover up, and reported his own name: "Lower Qilin."

"It turned out to be Mingjianxian!" Song Yan returned to become a sword fairy. Naturally, he also paid attention to those who have become sword fairy.

Especially Qi Lin, who has just become Jianxian recently.

"But it's just a friend who loves the love and gives me such a name." Qi Lin was not humble. She really didn't care about her name.

"I have a clear intention of the Lord Songcheng, please come back! Sister Han Yi, I won’t see you today."

"Why?" Song Yan returned to a step forward, and the real gas from the rain was splashed out of the rain.

Qi Lin shook her head and answered, "Because she will die today, the owner of Wushuang City dies in Cangshan. Although it is normal, it will inevitably make the two conflicts.

At that time, I do n’t know how many children who have to do if they are injured, is n’t it a disaster? "

Of course, Qi Lin knows that in this case, Song Yan will return to the guys who are so unconvinced with swords, and give birth to a more prosperous fight.

But he really did not think that there was anything else that was better, and it could make people listen to this meaning without anger.

"Do you think I will die under the sword of Li Hanyi?" Song Yan returned to give birth to anger, and took a few steps forward.

Qi Lin nodded and asked: "Do you think you have the possibility of escaping from Li Hanyi sword?"

"Just with my sword that has been practicing for decades, are you looking at it enough?" Song Yan drank it.

Qi Lin shook his head and said nothing. He didn't know what problems in Song Yan's heart had, which caused Kendo to be delayed.

But he can perceive the connection between the Lord of the Wushuang City and the Tiandao, and can only describe it in four words.

With such a weak perception of Tiandao, if he can still have the power to fight with Li Hanyi in Wushuang City, but between Cangshan, he is by no means a match for Li Hanyi.

"I haven't asked what is the relationship between you and Li Hanyi, and why do you want to stop me?" Song Yan wrote a word of vigilance in his eyes, always maintaining the attitude of going to pull a sword.

"Sister Han Yi is my wife who hasn't had the door yet!"

Qi Lin believes that he is just telling a fact.

However, Song Yanhui felt that Wu Lei was banging, and his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

A gunfire, a sword fairy, and a wine immortal in Xueyue City have already been overwhelmed by Shuangcheng.

Now there is a Ming Sword Fairy, which is still Li Hanyi's fiance.

Although Wushuang is a genius for a hundred years of Wushuang City, the possibility of a completely imperial sword of the thirteen flying swords at a young age. But after all, he is just a person.

Then, then

What's more, Wushuang is a genius of partial discipline. Although he has the first -class talent on the kendo, he has no experience in managing a city and has no interest.

Xueyue City can develop to this point today. Baili Dongjun and Li Hanyi accounted for only 50 %, and Si Kong Changfeng accounted for 50 %.

If it weren't for this three cities, and worked overtime day and night, dealing with various heavy affairs, Xueyue City would never have such a scale and reputation today.

Song Yan, who was mission with Fuxing Wushuang City, suddenly felt that Wuyun covered the top, and a large stone was pressed on his chest.

"Lord Songcheng, you seem to be physically stubborn, let's go back!" Qi Lin saw Song Yan's face red for a while, and he didn't breathe smoothly, thinking that he was sick.

"I……"

Song Yan looked back at Qi Lin's clear without any concealment, and stopped talking.

"I still ask Mr. Qi to let the way, I want to find Xueyue Swordsman to ask the sword!"

Qi Lin shook his head and said, "If you are someone else, I will definitely turn my head and leave directly, and I will not look at you. But you have a master of unparalleled city. Once you die, there will be many people.

Dead, and the hatred between Shuangcheng will stretch for several generations. "

"This is something I don't want to see, so you can never get on Cangshan today."

Qi Lin's figure had disappeared, and his voice came from the wind and rain. It seemed that he became the incarnation of this storm, and the straightforward blocking in front of Song Yan's back, becoming a sky that he could not cross.

"Then offended!"

In the face of the storm of the sky, Song Yan pulled out his water -breaking sword.

The sword is filled with the sword, and the sword is turbulent!

Song Yan looked back at the wind and rain, and her chest rose to the long -lost pride.

"This sword is a thousand mountains and mountains, Qianjiang is definitely flowing!"

Once the flood of the Canglan River was outbreak, when the embankment built the embankment, it was said that Song Yan returned a sword and stopped the time of the flood for half a minute.

The saying "flow.

The surging sword gas is like a tide, layer by layer, rolling towards Qi Lin.

The dense sword qi seemed to gather countless water droplets together, became a creek, became a long river, and finally became the river, and it turned upside down.

Qi Lin.

"Yes, yes, it's a great sword!"

Qi Lin looked at the sword qi, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised the rain flower sword in his hand, and then his figure disappeared.

The figure disappeared, but his sword was still there, the sword was still there, and the sword potential was everywhere.

Qi Lin's sword turned into every strand of wind, every drop of rain, wind and rain entangled, and no effort, naturally killed Song Yan back to the sword.

"Rain flower sword method · heavy rain flying!"

Song Yanhui has never seen such swordsmanship. He can not perceive Qi Lin's breath.

He could not hide, avoid it, and even didn't know how to hide and how to avoid. He could only change the swordsmanship, and turned to the defense.

In common, Song Yanhui's choice is not wrong, but unfortunately, Qi Lin is often a person who does not like common sense.

So the drizzle of the spring suddenly changed, and it turned into an extremely violent summer rain. It slammed it, like countless thunderbolt, and directly fried the sword gas rivers into potholes.

Song Yan was trying to change, Qi Lin suddenly appeared, the rain and sword in his hand flashed, Xia Yu turned into autumn rain, and Xiao Se was pervasive and passing through Song Yan's sword air, and the sword was on his neck.

"You lose!" Qi Lin's tone was indifferent, as if he had just done something insignificant.

This is indeed the same. He only used two points, and he was still to take care of Song Yan's face.

"Leave someone under the sword!"

Qi Linzheng was going to persuade Song Yan to return to the mountain. Don't bother everyone. There was a sudden voice of Yin Luoxia suddenly came from the distance.

Seeking everyone's support!

(This chapter is finished)