"I was just thinking about Xiao... Luo Huai's blood-colored magic power. I didn't expect him to hide it from me these two days!" Every time Yu Xi wanted to say Xiao Luo, he would bluntly change it to Luo Huai.

Xin Meng always called "Your Xiaoluo" and "Your Xiaoluo", which made her feel embarrassed.

"Well, I believe it." Xin Meng seemed very convinced. She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Yu Xi, "Wipe the drool first."

"Oh..." Yuxi silently took it and wiped her mouth.

Then the more I rubbed my face, the redder it became, and finally even my hands were shaking.

It's a shame...

Xin Meng covered her mouth forcefully, she had tried very hard not to laugh.

Swish!

Back to the arena where the swords and shadows are flying.

The confrontation between Qinglin and Luo Huai has already begun.

Luo Huai kept retreating and advancing, jumping and turning around, and even doing various sideways and vertical somersaults, each time narrowly dodging the slash.

The hearts of the audience in the auditorium were jumping, but they couldn't help but immerse themselves in that different gymnastics performance.

"Qinglin is so stable and chic!" Qinglin's name has been passed down to others in a short period of time.

"Luo Huai is so flexible and enchanting!"

There is support no matter where.

However, no matter which side is supporting, the eyes of both sides will inevitably be attracted by one place at the same time—Luo Huai is wearing a looser dress today, so when he keeps flipping and jumping...

"Hiss—this **** waist..."

Delicate white and tender skin, no trace of fat, and soft yet powerful muscle curves.

It can be said that the boys bowed after seeing it, and the girls felt ashamed when they saw it. In the end, they could only admire: the boy has a good waist.

And Luo Huai on the field seemed to feel the terrifying eyes of the audience, especially the male compatriots, and couldn't help but shudder.

This blow was fatal, Qing Lin seized his flaw at this moment, and immediately concentrated his strength on the sword closest to him, and immediately the sword energy was stacked, revealing its sharpness.

Luo Huai stabilized his body in time, but he avoided the blade, but he still couldn't avoid the sudden sword aura.

A shocking streak of blood red was brought up from his left shoulder, adding another stroke of wantonness to the floor that was already scribbled in red.

bark...

The wound was filled with sword energy, but under Luo Huai's control, the wound did not flow out of blood, but was directly transformed into surging magic power to dispel the sword energy.

The remaining sword energy was outnumbered, and was quickly wiped out by the fusion blood, and it was unknown whether it was swallowed up or dispelled.

Deep visible bone wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, Luo Huai felt a little difference, the magical power on the shoulder that had fought against the sword energy seemed to have changed a little bit compared to before.

It feels so familiar, like the sword energy that has just been dispelled...

【It can be any energy】

The characteristics of the fusion blood flashed through his mind, and let him know what to do next.

He stopped dodging.

Both the audience and Qinglin were taken aback.

"Why doesn't Luo Huai hide anymore? Could it be that he has no energy?" The audience standing on Luo Huai's perspective was worried.

"It's close but not close. It's a good choice to hide and go to death after such a lot of trouble." This tone, this tone, one can tell that it is Ren Xiyun who is ruthlessly squeezed in the back row by the crowd , Seeing the expression of the eyes of the two people on the stage, I was almost sour.

"No! He is going to draw a weapon!"

A sharp-eyed person saw Luo Huai making a gesture of picking something from his backpack.

"Are you going to take that shield?" Qing Lin also noticed Luo Huai's movement and asked.

He has a deep memory of the shield that can block the blow of the demonized man's city lord.

But his attack did not stop, and even while speaking, the eight flying swords formed another killing circle.

Luo Huai didn't speak, just smiled at him, he couldn't help but want to see Qinglin's surprised expression.

His hands moved suddenly, and two shiny iron swords appeared in an instant. The blood-red sword aura flashed on the iron sword's body surface, except for the color, it was the same as Qinglin's.

Under the drive of strength, the iron sword swept away the heaven and earth, and knocked down the flying swords one by one.

The same source of sword energy can disturb the sword energy, but if the sword energy controlling the sword is disturbed, the strength of the flying sword will be much weaker all of a sudden.

I don't know how to deal with ordinary people, but he can be easily defeated anyway.

Clinking, flying swords scattered all over the ground as if they had lost their souls.

"You..." Qing Lin stared blankly at the sword in Luo Huai's hand.

This sword energy is a unique product of his kung fu, very special.

But he is a cultivator, and he quickly smiled:

"When did you learn it?"

"You know, I've been quick at things since elementary school!" Luo Huai proudly akimbo, arrogantly, "Just now!"

"That's really fast." Qing Lin laughed dumbly.

The audience was puzzled, why did they suddenly start talking?

What can I learn or not... Wait, the sword energy in that Luo Huai's hand is so familiar, it seems that Qing Lin's sword energy has changed color.

"hiss…"

Appeared, the skills of the legendary protagonist, reproduced on the spot!

"Then let me see how much you have learned." After Qinglin finished speaking, the eight-handed sword moved again.

"Okay." Luo Huai withdrew a little bit of the magical power that strengthened his body, and blessed it on the iron sword.

The blood on the surface of the body faded a little, and the iron sword glowed red.

The sound of metal jingling keeps ringing

"This kind of face-to-face battle is really not suitable for me..." Luo Huai said to himself while resisting the eight swords.

After all, his recovery ability needs time, and the consumption is still a little bit bigger.

And Qing Lin seemed to be able to do a job with ease at this time.

The gap in strength background was reflected at this time, although both of them were only using skills, and even other props were useless.

But Qing Lin, who entered the fantasy world five years in advance, has no trump card? Who would believe it.

"I admit defeat. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Luo Huai suddenly stopped, and the red light all over his body fell.

Hearing this, Qing Lin stopped immediately, and the sprinting sword was forcibly stopped, but she didn't take it back, but stopped quietly less than five centimeters away from Luo Huai.

"You have never taken the initiative to admit defeat..." Qing Lin seemed to be a little unhappy, or... not used to it.

"That's because this time we are all of us who have entered the fantasy world." Luo Huai said calmly, "This time, including the future victory or defeat, is no longer determined by brute force."

He clenched his fist and lightly slashed across the blade, creating a wound.

It couldn't be more obvious.

"I see..." Qing Lin already understood what he meant to him, so she put away her sword.

Then his painting style suddenly changed, as if he was more than ten years younger, "So for the next month, you have to call me brother!"

"Yes..." Luo Huai showed a defeated expression at this moment, "Can I call you brother?"

Then the two of them suddenly and unscrupulously withdrew from the battle stage.

Audience: Ah, this... Is this the key to winning or losing?

What's the matter with being a little cute...

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