Chapter 98 (1/2)
”How could she feel the meaning of sword? How is that possible? ”
”This talent, I'm afraid the first series can't match it!”
In the distance, the array was arranged, and all the children watched the scene, shocked.
The elder looked at Xuanyuan's poem, and his face changed.
”It's really a monster. She can't stay after she has already done it!”
The elder thought to himself. He picked up the sword and rushed to Xuanyuan poem.
”Hoo...”
The elder is covered with a shield.
”Whew...”
The light of the sword is blocked.
It's not close to the sword.
Nine steps up the border, the strength is so strong.
”Even if you are a monster, so what?”
”No one can save you today!”
”I tell you, your father has been killed by me.”
These voices only reached Xuanyuan's ears.
”Ha ha...”
With that, the elder looked up at the sky and laughed.
”To die!”
Xuanyuan poem full face angry, quickly toward the elder rushed in the past.
But she's only three steps up.
It is far from nine steps.
Even if she has a sword field, she is not an opponent.
”Bang...”
After a few moves.
Xuanyuanshi's body flew upside down, hit the ground heavily and vomited blood.
On the body, is black and blue.
”Pounce...”
It took a long time for Xuanyuan to struggle to stand up.
She glared at the elder, her joints clenched and clattered.
”Ha ha, little girl, let you grow up for a period of time, I will never be your opponent!”
”But die today!”
The elder didn't give xuanyuanshi any chance to breathe, so he rushed over with his sword.
All around the air, crazy squeeze, Xuanyuan poetry moving a finger, are extremely difficult.
”No...”
The middle-aged man saw the scene and let out a cry.
However.
”Stab!”
He fell heavily on the ground and fainted.
Xuanyuanshi opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed his unwilling face.
After a long time, I met the young master and got the amazing fortune.
On the way back, he successfully understood the meaning of sword and became a demon.
However, I didn't expect the elder to start in advance.
The change of the owner of the family makes the life and death of the father unknown.
Now, I have to separate myself from my family.
”Young master, I'm going to die before I give you a gift. I'm sorry!”
Two lines of tears fall from the corner of Xuanyuan's eyes.
She secretly thought about the calligraphy and painting that SUN Hao had given her. She opened her mouth and murmured:
the sword Qi stretches thirty thousand li, and one sword lights nineteen continents!
At this time.
”Hum...”
The spiritual space of Xuanyuan's poems vibrates wildly.
A picture, flying out of the empty air.
”Click...”
The power confined in Xuanyuan's poetry is split in an instant.
The sword stabbed by the elder is directly on the scroll.
”Bang...”
The sword in my hand is broken in an instant.
Then, the elder's body flew upside down like a broken kite.
”Boom...”
He fell to the ground heavily and blew up a piece of dust.
”Hoo...”
The picture rolls up in the sky and changes rapidly.
The words on the scroll, like living things, come off the paper.
It's so shiny that people can't open their eyes.
These big characters, flying around Xuanyuan poem, take her to the air.
Xuanyuan poem closed his eyes and felt quietly.
On the face, peeps out the incomparable comfortable smile.
”Hum...”
There was a shock.
A [sword] word, directly into her head, and her body, together.