Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 4: Jian Zhen Xuan Yuan
novelmao.com, the fastest update to the latest chapter of Queen Fuyao!
There was a weird silence in the whole martial arts venue, only the black-clothed teenager who had been waiting in the field with his eyes closed suddenly raised his head and gave Meng Fuyao a deep look.
He hadn’t had time to withdraw this look. In the next instant, Dai Ying flashed, and a figure flew in like a flying light, because the movement and force were so fast that there was even a vague crackling sound in the air.
Before the person arrived, the snow-white fingers had been handed out through the air, and a black dagger flickered on the tip of the finger, and the fierce wind swept through his eyes!
Only one move, fast, ruthless and accurate, and the angle of attack is even more unimaginable. The challenger is not very good, and the Xuanyuan Sword faction goes up and down, but they all take a breath and are all stunned.
This trick perfectly blends strength, angle and speed… Sword School, except for the master, I am afraid that no one can use…
The young man in the field sneered, his heel moved back three steps like water, and with a backhand, the green steel long sword pierced from his armpit like a snake, and shot Meng Fushak directly in the chest.
The two swords fought, and there was a sudden sound, and everyone in the room trembled, so that even the violent wind seemed to stop.
The sword wind shattered the hair bun and the black hair spread out like mist. Meng Fu shook his head, a strand of long hair biting between the red lips and white teeth, shockingly vivid and colorful.
The black-clothed boy on the opposite side flashed his eyes, his sword was raised diagonally, and countless snow-colored arcs flashed in a tremor. The forward Meng Fuyao’s hair was pulled straight, and then fell silently like smoke.
The hair fell, the soft arc bent in the air, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The audience exclaimed, but several heads showed their surprise, their hair disappeared, and it seemed that Meng Fuyao, who was unavoidable to fly over, was instantly crushed with strength, always strong body. Easily destroyed, but feminine things are hard to destroy. What kind of inner strength does this woman practice?
The head of Baishan finally started to look at the thin woman in the field, but there was still no worries in her expression. It can be seen that although this woman is outstanding in swordsmanship, her skill is slightly insufficient, although she is embarrassed by such achievements at this age. , But compared with the Wuhen sword, which has had many adventures, has rich experience against the enemy, and has been famous for many years, it is still a bit worse.
Want to win? Want to be beautiful.
He moved comfortably in his seat, smiling and stroking his beard.
In the field, after the first round of matchups, two figures, one black and one dai, were already tangled together in a blink of an eye. Both moved extremely fast, and the onlookers felt that the wind was blowing and suffocating people’s breath. , The pair of figures are dazzling like wearing butterflies, the color of black and daisy tumbling, swirling and dancing on the broad white stone ground, a stream of colorful streamers, wherever it passes, the smooth ground continues to extend with tiny cracks , Intertwined vertically and horizontally, like a weird picture.
Seeing Meng Fuyao’s obviously higher and more powerful swordsmanship than the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the people of other sects gradually became astonished, but the Xuanyuan Sword Sect had already lost their eyes.
Is this Meng Fuyao, who is the last to the sword every time? This is the Meng Fuyao who was not allowed to study Xuanyuan’s internal skills because of his poor qualifications? Such swordsmanship is light and ingenious, and the artistic conception is extraordinary. It is not as good as this one. Where did she get it from?
Senior Brother Seven who just gave Meng Fuyao took a breath and murmured, “The hundredth move. Just now, Senior Brother was under that man’s sword. Ten moves have not survived…”
Six brothers beside him swallowed with a grunt, and the sound made him startled.
In the exclamation and uproar, Pei Yuan’s expression changed. She had just stepped Meng Fuyao on the soles of her feet. In a blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao showed that she was far behind her, and her eyebrows could not help but gradually become a layer of iron. Cyan haze.
In contrast, only Lin Xuanyuan’s expression was the most calm. He tapped his fingers lightly on the seat’s bow, his expression slightly thoughtful.
The competition in the field has come to an end.
The Qinggang Longsword suddenly broke through the dark-colored light curtain, and silently approached Meng Fuyao’s wrist, slid gently like flowing water, and then slid towards Meng Fuyao’s heart.
The wind is like a thread, and I want to kill my life.
Meng Fuyao suddenly smiled at the boy in black who was approaching him by bullying.
This is the moment she waited.
The white teeth suddenly bit his red lips, and a little blood bead bloomed like coral. Meng Fuyao blew out his luck, and the third layer of piercing skill, which was instantly promoted by the fusion of the round blood bead, was shot out.
The surrounding air immediately became moist and heavy, and it condensed into a white mist, which was stained red by the drop of blood, and hulled in front of the black-clothed boy, twisting and flying like a net, covering his sight.
It’s just this shocking moment.
Flicking five fingers, Meng Fuyao’s short sword in his palm turned steadily and flexibly. The sword’s light suddenly skyrocketed and opened a fan-shaped magnificent light curtain with a brush, dazzling to the stunning light curtain, which is almost invisible to the naked eye. The slender white light poured out like flowing water, flashed with a cold light, and slammed into the opponent’s chest!
The third style of the Breaking Nine Heavens Sword Technique, “Biluo Liudian”!
Like a burst of lightning above the sky, it traverses the sea and the eight wilderness in an instant.
The extremely close distance, the extremely strong strength, that cold light, will kill lives at a speed that ordinary people cannot avoid!
The sound of the wind is so fierce and murderous that the air is rubbed vigorously, making a ghostly sound.
The exclamation exploded, and the head of Baishan and the others suddenly stood up from their seats. Lin Xuanyuan, who was thinking about knocking his fingers on the chair, was also taken aback by the brutal force, his fingers knocked in the air. Place.
A disciple who stood relatively close back covered his face with a cry, and for a long while, thin blood was flowing down between his fingers.
He was hurt by the overflowing Chi Feng.
Such a violent, hard-to-escape mortal trick made the people who stood up stared at each other and felt chills.
The young man’s eyesight and reaction were very outstanding, he was cold and light, and Shang Zi was hidden in the light curtain. He had hurriedly retreated, and the black shadow flashed and stood up like an angry dragon. After three feet, Rao was still a step slower, and with a soft sound in the silence, the white light passed through his shoulder bone, and a huge blood flower bloomed brilliantly behind his slightly thin shoulder.
The boy fell to the ground, staggering, Meng Fuyao smiled and stood still in the hunting wind.
Meng Fuyao, win.
The face of the head of Baishan changed drastically. There will be rules when trying the sword. You can’t rely on more to win. He calculated that no one of the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School can be the opponent of the black-clothed teenager, so the strength of the heads After the strongest Qingcheng Sword Sect leader lost a move against Lin Xuanyuan, he also had no fear, but he didn’t want to be disturbed by the ugly girl who appeared suddenly, and couldn’t help but hate himself for why he had a bitter mouth before, otherwise he was ugly. The woman has already left, where can this unexpected change happen.
There was silence in the martial arts field. The disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect stared at Meng Fuyao in a daze. Under the sun, the woman’s long hair and daisy fluttered, and her slightly raised lower jaw raised a delicate and smooth arc. Looking around with a sneer smile, the glance that flies by is a bit brighter than sunlight.
Some people who had laughed at her before, couldn’t help shrinking back when she swept their gazes.
With a sneer, Meng Fuyao slapped the dagger and chucked the sword into the ground three inches, and the white stone ground cracked with a length of cracks, looking like a cold and sarcasm mouth corner .
The red wing on the sword hunted and flew in the wind, arrogantly, burning those unspeakable eyes.
The neat and delicate white stone floor of the performance hall was destroyed by Meng Fuyao and Dala Lala, but no one spoke.
The black-clothed young man walked to the door without turning his head back, suddenly turned around, with cold eyes, just hitting Meng Fuyao who untied the cloth towel and raised his head.
Binocular eyes are exchanged, the eyes of the young man, the divine light changes, like waves on the sea, constantly rolling.
Meng Fuyao looked back at him calmly, his eyes clear, like a newborn on the sea.
The young man suddenly showed a strange look, raised his eyes and glanced behind Meng Fuyao, then turned and strode away.
Meng Fuyao looked back a little puzzled, and found that Lin Xuanyuan had come silently behind him for some time.
Meng Fuyao was startled, and quickly stepped back, suddenly dizzy in his head.
A fishy wind suddenly rolled up.
“Boom!”