Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 45: ? Snap your fingers, headshot
The rain seemed to stop suddenly from being frightened!
There is murderous intent, surging.
When a young man becomes murderous, the heavens and the earth turn upside down!
In the dark night, a ray of light suddenly burst out, it was the light of the sword coming out of the wooden box, like the whiteness of a ray of hope in the endless darkness!
In the box, the sword comes out!
Standing in front of the pavilion, Lin Yun's eyes tightened at this moment, a sense of excitement and a sense of dilated pores made his blood flow faster.
Hum——
The sound of the sword chanting is dazzling!
Accompanied by the sharp sword cutting through the rain curtain, the sound of raindrops being cut in half!
Fast!
The sword is ruthless!
In one sword, there is full of murderous intent!
The sudden change of the situation made the atmosphere of Jiaofangsi, a charming place, suddenly become chilling!
The sword has a spirit, let alone the sword used by Xuanyuan Taihua like "Liansheng"!
Seemingly sensing Fang Lang's hard-to-disguise murderous intent, Lian Sheng's sword body trembled slightly, as if it was the edge of the sword hidden in the rainy night, without any concealment anymore!
Sword drawing!
Fang Lang walked from the Qianfei Pavilion all the way to the Jiaofang Division, and then to the Chunmei Courtyard. At this moment, the murderous intent and sword power he had accumulated completely exploded!
Like a thunderbolt on the ground, the whole courtyard is full of noise!
The oiran of Chunmei Courtyard, who was close to Lao Fang, screamed, and hugged Lao Fang's neck tightly, her delicate and charming face was completely pale with no blood.
Lao Fang subconsciously embraced the slender waist of the oiran girl, feeling smooth and tender, but his eyes were fixed on Fang Lang who drew the sword!
Boom!
The pavilion is under construction.
Lin Yun's eyes suddenly burst with sharpness and excitement.
Seeing Fang Lang take the initiative to draw his sword, he didn't retreat!
Instead, he stepped out in one step, and his body smashed into the water bead curtain watered by the pavilion's cornice. Misty gouache!
He grasped the hilt of the rusted iron sword on his back and pulled it out fiercely.
Ding! ! !
The sound of sword-to-sword collision spread.
Sway the crooked raindrops falling from the night sky a little.
The two swords collided, and the blades rubbed against each other, sparks splashed everywhere!
Lin Yun grinned, like a tiger looking for a prey, the rusty iron sword in his hand smashed blatantly, Fang Lang flew, and Lin Yun's heavy sword suddenly smashed on the bluestone in front of the pavilion superior.
A wave of air spread in a circle, and the bluestone on the ground was split.
"I practice Dongluba Sword Art! My sword is the most overbearing!"
"Fang Lang! I remember you are a seventh-level swordsman, right?"
"I'll defeat you with seven levels of strength!"
"Defeat you and slash the devil!"
Lin Yun remembered that Fang Lang was seventh-dan. He had teased Luojiang Academy's Lying Yinghuo before, and Fang Lang had introduced it when he supported Lying Yinghuo.
Lin Yun seldom loses, let alone someone like Fang Lang, who is obviously much weaker than him.
He really couldn't afford to lose, dissatisfied, and unhappy. This emotion even became a knot in his heart and became a demon. Therefore, the real purpose of his so-called personal grievances this time is to kill the demons through Fang Lang. !
Only in this way can the road of future practice be unimpeded!
Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and remained silent. Then, with Lingxu sword steps, he cut open on the ground of the small courtyard full of rain, creating a wave of conical waves.
Lin Yun stepped down with one step, and swung the rusty epee in his hand again. The water droplets adhering to the rusty sword shot out and exploded into powder mist.
Fang Lang's eyes became colder and colder. No matter what Lin Yun's purpose was, this time... Fang Lang didn't just want to make Lin Yun's chest bloom with **** flowers.
Threatening him with Lao Fang touched the scales in his heart.
He is not afraid of killing people, but he is afraid of trouble.
But...
Just because he doesn't dare to kill people doesn't mean he doesn't dare to kill people.
……
Inside the pavilion.
The burly figure sat quietly, pouring wine for himself, while quietly watching the fight under the rain curtain in the courtyard.
He has great confidence in Lin Yun. Although Lin Yun lost in the swordsmanship competition in the ring, it does not mean that Lin Yun is not as powerful as Fang Lang.
On the contrary, if you use aura, Lin Yun will learn from Donglu Sword Master's Domineering Sword, and his combat power will be greatly increased!
He didn't intervene. This was Lin Yun's fight to eliminate his inner demons. If he intervened on purpose, it would cause trouble.
The burly figure took a sip of wine, with a meaningful smile on his face.
In fact, this time Lin Yun was able to come to Luojiang City, the relationship behind it was very complicated, and even involved Donglu Sword Master, because the Sword Master acquiesced to Lin Yun's behavior.
The entire Tang Dynasty knows that Donglu Sword Master is now standing in support of the third prince in the battle for the crown prince, and the third prince has a gap with the Jiang family, and even the battle in the imperial capital has gradually surfaced.
Why did the proud daughter of the Jiang family come to Luojiang City alone?
Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong walked so close, knew the four seasons swordsmanship, and took the Liansheng Sword, which was deeply involved with the Jiang family.
All these things naturally attracted the attention of the faction of the third prince, who suspected that Fang Lang was the Jiang family's successor outside the imperial capital!
Therefore, Lin Yun entered Luojiang City this time, in addition to solving his inner demons, he also wanted to find out what the Jiang family's purpose was.
As for the Sword Shu Sect, as long as he doesn't **** the Liansheng Sword, it is impossible for Chao Xiaojian to offend the Donglu Sword Master and the third prince behind the Sword Shu Sect because of Fang Lang, who is not even a disciple of the Jian Shu Sect.
I didn't see this action, and the lack of any movement in the entire Luojiang City government could explain the problem.
Someone will always fall victim to the collision of two giant ships.
If Fang Lang was to blame... he could only blame the proud daughter of the Jiang family.
"Zi Liu" drank the wine in his glass, his burly figure squinted and smiled as he looked at the shadows of swords under the rain curtain.
"Good wine."
Wine is good when you have a good show.
……
Ding Ding Ding!
The swords of the two kept colliding!
In the dark night and rain, sparks burst out continuously and flickering!
With a burst of spiritual energy, Lin Yun kept swinging his sword, and his sword became more and more domineering.
Fang Lang has simply compared swordsmanship with Lin Yun, and he still has a little impression of Lin Yun's swordsmanship.
But now, with the blessing of spiritual energy, the power of Lin Yun's sword has increased exponentially!
This is Lin Yun's real swordsmanship, no wonder he was not convinced by the defeat!
Lin Yun didn't underestimate anything, his spirit was tense to the extreme, and he showed the fierceness of breaking through Donglu Yaoque. Every swing of the rusty iron sword was a fatal killing intent!
Fang Lang is a demon!
Lin Yun does not allow this demon to exist, he wants to kill it with his own hands!
So, he came to Fang Lang, even though he knew... there was a lot involved behind it, but since the teacher acquiesced and supported him, he came.
He doesn't care about other things, what he cares about... is just to kill the demons!
"Seven dans against seven dans! I will defeat you!"
Lin Yun yelled.
Crash!
The rusty iron sword swept across violently, swiping the sword smoothly, as if cutting through the rain curtain falling from the sky and the earth.
Fang Lang jumped up, his aura circulated rapidly in his body, his toes touched the raindrops, and a fluffy mist exploded.
Fang Lang's face was expressionless, his whole body was drenched by the rain, his hair trembled, and the raindrops exploded, his eyes widened.
After staying in the air for a short time, a ray of brilliance flashed out from the sword in his hand, and he slashed towards Lin Yun!
The rain seems to be stagnant, and time seems to stand still!
Lin Yun's pupils dilated, and the next moment, his nerves spread with excitement. This scene seemed familiar!
In the Shushan arena, Fang Lang also rose into the air, and then turned the situation around, completely crushing Lin Yun!
The same scene, but this time, Lin Yun won't lose again!
"Overlord Sword... Overlapping Thunder!"
The aura in Lin Yun's body that had been suppressed to the seventh stage made a loud noise like a turbulent wave.
On the rusty sword in his hand, there is a thunder arc beating slightly!
This is Donglu Juggernaut's famous sword skill, Domineering Sword Stacking Thunder!
Boom!
It seems to be two cracking thunders coming from the dark clouds and rain in the night sky!
Above the rusty sword, there is a flash of lightning arc!
Two thunderclaps in a row!
One bang overwhelms one!
This is already the limit that a seventh-level swordsman can achieve!
With a sharp slash, a series of fan-shaped sword faces were swept out in the rain curtain, wrapped in roaring thunder, and slashed towards Fang Lang's waist!
If it hits the target, Fang Lang may be cut off from the waist, and the blood will spill all over the internal organs and intestines!
Fang Lang's eyes were sharp.
Lin Yun's domineering sword was reflected in his pupils, which also burst out with boundless murderous aura!
What he was waiting for...is this moment!
When Lin Yun's seventh-level swordsman's strength was pushed to the extreme, and he couldn't quickly change his cultivation level!
Fang Lang's aura suddenly accelerated!
Has been suppressed in the seventh stage, digging a hole to guide Lin Yun's cultivation to completely explode at this moment!
Don't hide it anymore, eighth-level swordsman!
Switch Jiang Linglong's bond status!
The sudden increase in strength, the resulting contrast, hides Fang Lang's murderous intent!
If Fang Lang wanted to kill Lin Yun, he had to guard against the burly figure in the distance, so he had to have this calculation.
Boom!
The Liansheng sword suppressed Lin Yun's rusty sword.
Fang Lang raised his other hand, his thumb touched his middle finger, and he flicked Jianbo!
When a drop of rain fell, Fang Lang's **** popped out suddenly, and the raindrop that happened to fall was blown to pieces~IndoMTL.com~ The mist spread, and the invisible sword wave twisted and hit the sword screen swept by Lin Yun !
Boom! ! !
Swords collide with swords, and then sword waves collide with thunder!
The endless raindrops pouring down from the night sky were all shocking at this moment.
In the small courtyard of Chunmei, there seemed to be thousands of raindrops, blown into mist!
In the water mist, Lin Yun was shocked, stunned, and finally turned into shameful and angry eyes!
Fuck!
Aren't you a seventh-level swordsman? !
You Fang Lang... don't talk about martial arts!
But Fang Lang was always indifferent and expressionless.
"How did I ever say... I'm still a seventh-level swordsman?"
Boom!
The ground trembled slightly.
The thunder on Lin Yun's sword was annihilated by Jian Bo, and Lin Yun's rusty epee crushed by Lian Sheng's sword hit the ground hard!
Fang Lang was as light as a swallow, and he stepped on Lin Yun's epee, causing Lin Yun's epee to fall to the ground.
With a body like a snake entwined, he raised his hand, with his thumb touching his middle finger, like a finger of a Buddha holding a flower, hanging in front of Lin Yun's forehead.
Facing Lin Yun's frightened and angry face, Fang Lang didn't hesitate.
Snap your fingers, headshot.
Poof!
There was a muffled sound.
The sword wave exploded!
Lin Yun's head was thrown back by the huge impact, countless rainwater blasted away, wrapped in blood and broken flesh, his body flew upside down, and fell to the ground, smashing the accumulated water up to three feet and splashing waves .
And Fang Lang landed on the ground, turned around, and his blue shirt flew up, throwing away countless raindrops, dragging the Liansheng sword, and dived towards Lin Yun who was still slipping expressionlessly.
Headshots, not enough.
Not safe enough.
He... still needs to make up a sword!
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