Chapter 32 (1/2)

Man can't run the sword in any case.

As soon as the door was broken open, Xiaodong knew that it was no use running. He put his back against the wall and firmly grasped his sword in his hand, staring at the man who broke into the door.

The man standing outside the door, of course, was not a crow, nor was he carrying any charcoal pots.

He knows this man.

Isn't Mr. Liu and his party gone? How did Lin Yan go back and forth?

Xiaodong sword across the chest, seems to be able to get a little more peace of mind, looking at Lin Yan's strange face, nervous gas can not penetrate.

Xiaodong's resistance Lin Yan doesn't see it at all. He lifts his hand and knocks down his sword. The other hand reaches out to grab his neck.

She had been on the mountain for several days to find out the situation clearly. Li Zhenren, a little disciple, is just a beginner and has no foundation, so he is no different from ordinary people at the foot of the mountain. He planned to catch this catch with his hands, but he can see clearly that his hand is real, but somehow he has lost his grasp. Looking at Xiaodong, it is still standing in place and not moving.

Lin Yan was surprised, and his sword hand was tight.

Is there anyone else in the room?

No! She had already asked the person who came to deliver the charcoal basin. There was only one boy named Yun in the room.

Lin Yan is sure that he is not as careless as he was just now. If you grasp it, Xiaodong's clavicle will be broken by her.

Lin Yaner's action is faster than lightning. Xiaodong's mind is blank at this moment. He doesn't think about anything. He has only the hand in his eyes.

In an instant, the time seemed to be lengthened. The movement of Lin Yan's hand suddenly became infinitely slow and heavy. Xiaodong could even see that the finger tip was stained with blood.

At this moment, he even had time to think, whose blood was it?

It's not Lin Yan's or Xiao Dong's.

At the thought of what she had just learned from the crow's voice outside the door, Xiaodong understood vaguely.

That's probably the blood of a crow.

Lin Yan this time was sure, never thought the second time still caught empty. Clearly looking at the boy standing there motionless, how could he not grasp it twice in a row? Not only did not grasp it, not even his hair touched. Is she dazzled? Hands slipping? Or is this kid weird?

Lin Yan's heart is empty, all the way especially smooth, she also has a full of confidence. But I didn't expect to get into this yard. Through the door, she was recognized by the boy. Maybe she didn't learn from his acquaintances. After entering the door, she lost her hand for the first time. It can also be said that she was careless and didn't pay attention to this boy. However, Lin Yan didn't succeed in the second attempt. Lin Yan felt bad in her heart. She didn't care when she came to ask for the boy's living. She was afraid that she would dream too much at night. Instead, she planted herself here.

Lin Yan heart a horizontal, raise sword to stab this boy to death. Whatever his eccentricity, he was flesh and blood, and could never be harder than a sword. Lin Yan does not believe that this is such a big point of the place, she can not split the thorn does not wear.

It is only when the dead have no threat that people can rest assured.

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh is the best sound in the world.

When Mo Chen broke into the window, he saw such a scene. Lin Yan's mouth was filled with a cold smile. He had forced the younger martial brother to the corner of the wall. The sword in his hand was shining with cold light. He used the move that must be killed.

The sword of Mo Xiaochen is faster than that of the man with the sword. Lin Yan didn't feel any pain at all. He felt that his right hand was cold and his sword fell to the ground. There was also a white finger on the ground.

Mo Chen's robe unfolds like a white pengbird. His long sleeve will protect him in his arms.

As soon as Lin Yan saw Mo Chen, he didn't even have the courage to fight at the last minute. He took the sword from the ground and plunged into the night outside the door.